Post by Nael on May 24, 2015 7:07:29 GMT
Name: Thrask
Birthplace: Tordek
Gender: Male
Race: Half-orc
Age: 25
Affiliation: None
Personality: One doesn't even need to converse with Thrask to know he was raised by the orc half of his blood. From the way he holds himself to the angry expression on his face, it all screams of a man trained from a young age simply to kill and conquer. Regardless of that though he is quiet by nature, and draws himself away from populated areas as often as he can. The only reason he sees to go into a town is if he needs: Supplies, gold, or information. Thrask does nothing out of the kindness of his heart. There is always a reason, and whatever it may be it benefits him in the end. He is also quick to anger and doesn't take kindly to passive aggressive remarks. It is more likely for him to cut off a person's arm than it is for him to have a decent conversation with them simply because they couldn't watch how they said something as they drank.
Physical Description: Though Thrask was raised as an Orc, his features resemble more of his human side than anything else. A full head of dark brown hair and a beard to match cover most of his face. The main points where his orcish heritage shine is the rather broad nose he has, and the two large canines protruding from his lower set of teeth. Beyond that the half-orc stands a total of 178 centimeters tall, and is as built as most orcs can come. Light scarring litters his face and his body alike. Trophies from war campaigns well fought. For armor he wears hide armor that is covered in the scales of beasts that they hunt for food. More times than not a weapon cannot be seen on his person, but he has occasionally been known to carry one.
History: Being a half-orc child in his tribe meant he had even more to live up to than his peers. Even at a young age he was taught that everything is a battle, and would regularly find himself pitted against the other children in the tribe. For years he grew up watching the look of disdain from almost all of the tribe, but this only served to motivate him more. He was not the fastest in the group, nor was he the strongest, but among the young warriors he was the most intelligent. Where he lacked in strength, endurance, or speed, he made it up with cunning and an insatiable will to win. When they were all finally old enough to take part in battle Thrask would be the one commanding them.
For several years into his adulthood he took part in bloody battle after bloody battle. There was no hesitation, no resignation, only the thrill of one more battle. It was only when the curse awakened that he grew tired of simply killing for sport. This revelation came during the day when a group of hunters came back with a human. Shriveled, old, and useless, but he still trespassed in their territory. The elders spent all day trying to get answers out of him, about who he was, where he came from, and what he was doing here. By the time night fell he looked like he may have very well been dead, so he was locked in a cage and left to rot for the time being. It was only when the full moon was high over head that anyone realized what keeping the man alive meant for the tribe. Thrask's recollection of the actual assault made by the beast is almost non-existent, and only the faintest of screams echo through his mind to this very day. The only thing he was sure of was that he blacked out during the battle, and when he regained his senses the beast's head was removed from his body.
It wasn't a flawless victory though, and he could feel his own wounds ache as his tribe burned around him. The light from the fire alone caused him to step back in surprise. Even the feeling of bleeding out felt different to him. He would collapse there only to wake in the morning and come to the realization that he was alone once again. Only the curse's mark was keeping his company now, and he ventured off on his own out of Tordek. It was only when about a month passed and another full moon rose into the sky that he realized just what had happened to him. The morning after he awoke covered in blood. The group unfortunate enough to pick him up nothing more than a blood stain on the scenery. There wasn't even enough left to even verify that these were people.
Since then though, he has kept to himself. Only recently has he come out of isolation to start making a living for himself and to figure out how to control his affliction. Already he has started off as hunter of monsters, foul creatures, and everything in between. Paranoia was only common from people after all, and the best way to squash it is to make them think that he is somehow protecting them from the big bad monsters that lurk in the shadows.
Strength: ●●●○
Endurance: ●●●○○
Agility: ●●●○○○
Intelligence: ●●●○○
Perception: ●●●●○○
Willpower: ●●○○○
High Magic: ●○○○○○○○○○
Mana: 10/10
Abilities:
A night to kill for Lvl 1: When the full moon is high in the sky it will forcefully change Thrask. The half-orc will go from a mere mortal into a werewolf, gaining both muscle mass and size in the process. This causes extreme pain for the user, as many of his bones and muscles tear and reform during the transformation. Thrask will lose consciousness and all control of his body for the time that this happens, and gains a slight boost in his destructive capabilities until the night is over.
Enhanced form lvl 1: Due to how his abilities work he has gained several strengths and weaknesses due to his second form. The first is a minor regeneration (passive) which will allow him to heal cuts and scrapes faster than he normally would. The second is a minor resilience against normal weapons. Swords, bows, and items of the sort are less effective against his body. He also has gained weaknesses due to the change in his body, and the first is fire. If he looked too quickly into a light it can daze him, and he takes minor increased damage from fire based weapons/attacks. The second weakness is a minor vulnerability to silver weapons/items. Even touching the material will cause his skin to start to sizzle and crack as if it were on fire. Wounds from silver weaponry also can not be healed through his minor regeneration, no matter how small or insignificant they may be. (As this levels up the amount of bonuses he gets from this ability will also equal the amount of negatives from it. Meaning that no matter how durable against normal weapons he may become, he will be just as vulnerable to silver weapons or fire. )
Birthplace: Tordek
Gender: Male
Race: Half-orc
Age: 25
Affiliation: None
Personality: One doesn't even need to converse with Thrask to know he was raised by the orc half of his blood. From the way he holds himself to the angry expression on his face, it all screams of a man trained from a young age simply to kill and conquer. Regardless of that though he is quiet by nature, and draws himself away from populated areas as often as he can. The only reason he sees to go into a town is if he needs: Supplies, gold, or information. Thrask does nothing out of the kindness of his heart. There is always a reason, and whatever it may be it benefits him in the end. He is also quick to anger and doesn't take kindly to passive aggressive remarks. It is more likely for him to cut off a person's arm than it is for him to have a decent conversation with them simply because they couldn't watch how they said something as they drank.
Physical Description: Though Thrask was raised as an Orc, his features resemble more of his human side than anything else. A full head of dark brown hair and a beard to match cover most of his face. The main points where his orcish heritage shine is the rather broad nose he has, and the two large canines protruding from his lower set of teeth. Beyond that the half-orc stands a total of 178 centimeters tall, and is as built as most orcs can come. Light scarring litters his face and his body alike. Trophies from war campaigns well fought. For armor he wears hide armor that is covered in the scales of beasts that they hunt for food. More times than not a weapon cannot be seen on his person, but he has occasionally been known to carry one.
History: Being a half-orc child in his tribe meant he had even more to live up to than his peers. Even at a young age he was taught that everything is a battle, and would regularly find himself pitted against the other children in the tribe. For years he grew up watching the look of disdain from almost all of the tribe, but this only served to motivate him more. He was not the fastest in the group, nor was he the strongest, but among the young warriors he was the most intelligent. Where he lacked in strength, endurance, or speed, he made it up with cunning and an insatiable will to win. When they were all finally old enough to take part in battle Thrask would be the one commanding them.
For several years into his adulthood he took part in bloody battle after bloody battle. There was no hesitation, no resignation, only the thrill of one more battle. It was only when the curse awakened that he grew tired of simply killing for sport. This revelation came during the day when a group of hunters came back with a human. Shriveled, old, and useless, but he still trespassed in their territory. The elders spent all day trying to get answers out of him, about who he was, where he came from, and what he was doing here. By the time night fell he looked like he may have very well been dead, so he was locked in a cage and left to rot for the time being. It was only when the full moon was high over head that anyone realized what keeping the man alive meant for the tribe. Thrask's recollection of the actual assault made by the beast is almost non-existent, and only the faintest of screams echo through his mind to this very day. The only thing he was sure of was that he blacked out during the battle, and when he regained his senses the beast's head was removed from his body.
It wasn't a flawless victory though, and he could feel his own wounds ache as his tribe burned around him. The light from the fire alone caused him to step back in surprise. Even the feeling of bleeding out felt different to him. He would collapse there only to wake in the morning and come to the realization that he was alone once again. Only the curse's mark was keeping his company now, and he ventured off on his own out of Tordek. It was only when about a month passed and another full moon rose into the sky that he realized just what had happened to him. The morning after he awoke covered in blood. The group unfortunate enough to pick him up nothing more than a blood stain on the scenery. There wasn't even enough left to even verify that these were people.
Since then though, he has kept to himself. Only recently has he come out of isolation to start making a living for himself and to figure out how to control his affliction. Already he has started off as hunter of monsters, foul creatures, and everything in between. Paranoia was only common from people after all, and the best way to squash it is to make them think that he is somehow protecting them from the big bad monsters that lurk in the shadows.
Strength: ●●●○
Endurance: ●●●○○
Agility: ●●●○○○
Intelligence: ●●●○○
Perception: ●●●●○○
Willpower: ●●○○○
High Magic: ●○○○○○○○○○
Mana: 10/10
Abilities:
A night to kill for Lvl 1: When the full moon is high in the sky it will forcefully change Thrask. The half-orc will go from a mere mortal into a werewolf, gaining both muscle mass and size in the process. This causes extreme pain for the user, as many of his bones and muscles tear and reform during the transformation. Thrask will lose consciousness and all control of his body for the time that this happens, and gains a slight boost in his destructive capabilities until the night is over.
Enhanced form lvl 1: Due to how his abilities work he has gained several strengths and weaknesses due to his second form. The first is a minor regeneration (passive) which will allow him to heal cuts and scrapes faster than he normally would. The second is a minor resilience against normal weapons. Swords, bows, and items of the sort are less effective against his body. He also has gained weaknesses due to the change in his body, and the first is fire. If he looked too quickly into a light it can daze him, and he takes minor increased damage from fire based weapons/attacks. The second weakness is a minor vulnerability to silver weapons/items. Even touching the material will cause his skin to start to sizzle and crack as if it were on fire. Wounds from silver weaponry also can not be healed through his minor regeneration, no matter how small or insignificant they may be. (As this levels up the amount of bonuses he gets from this ability will also equal the amount of negatives from it. Meaning that no matter how durable against normal weapons he may become, he will be just as vulnerable to silver weapons or fire. )
