StarImpact

Here's my character:

Name: Bantu
Age: 17
Personality: At war Determined, Strong Willed, Merciless otherwise, more laid back and romantic
Physical Description:Elf, Buff, 5' 6", medium length brown hair, white, hazel eyes and has on black clothes
Powers: Shapeshifting, Control Elements (Water, Fire, Earth and Air etc.) and Conjuration
Ultimate Attack: Drains life out of enemies
Weapons: Bow thats arrows cut through anything, Double Swords and Double Daggers
Story: Raised on the warrior island of Hanguti, at a young age was taught the art of war. He was best in his class. The island was very peaceful. Then the dark times hit his village. The people of the light invaded, determined to kill off all of the warriors of his town. They fought, but slowly the warriors numbers dwindled, until there were only five warriors left. He escaped in to the merciless jungles of the island. No one would dare follow him there. After wandering without food for days, he came across and abandoned building. There he found a sorcerer. He spent many years training with this sorcerer, until he had learned shapeshifting, how to controls the elements and conjuration. Then he bid his master farewell and left to take back his village. As he came out of the jungle he noticed how much his village had changed. A large fortress had replaced the houses in the center of the island. He looked for familiar faces, but could find none. The people he had known and loved were gone. They were replaced by human men. The land was polluted, and most of the trees had been cut down. Sewage was being dumped in to the ocean. Many dead fish had washed up on the beach, killed by the pollutants. The buildings he had remembered were replaced by army barracks and factories. He could hear the screams of people being tortured in a nearby building. He recognized it as his father. The screaming stopped. In a fit of rage Bantu unleashed a huge tsunami. The fortress crumbled, the humans drowned and the barracks were destroyed. Bantu found a small boat in which he sailed to the mainland. All he had were his two swords and his two daggers now. It was night now. He saw light coming from a cave. He went in to the cave. Deeper and deeper he went until he finally he came to the main room. There he found a dark necromancer. He was noticed by the necromancer. The necromancer used his skills and almost killed Bantu. But as the necromancer was draining Bantu's life away, his dagger hit the spell and reflected of the dwarven metal. Bantu used his last strength to stab the necromancer, sucking his life away and gaining back his energy. The necromancer was dead after a few blows with Bantu's dual swords. Bantu then looted the cave, finding many things of interest. Plenty of money, a bow and some spellbooks that taught him to drain life out of his enemies. He left the cave and went in to town to rest. He got food to last him a while and departed in to the wilderness. His fate is yet to be decided.

Ooc: I applaud you for posting the longest/best bio I've ever seen.

OOC: Is OOC really necessary in your post if you never actually made a character to be out of.

(slips into deep philosophical thought)

Ooc: I could have sworn ooc meant, Out Of Context.