Post by Shrrk on Jul 10, 2019 15:04:26 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Shrrk
Race: Skaldi
-Racial Hate: -10 to charisma or diplomacy based rolls with non-skaldi.
-Ancestral Strength: Skaldi can wield two-handed weapons with no penalties one handed, and receive +5 to all Str based checks.
-Ethnicity: Saurian
Saurian:
-Immovable: immune to knock-down/back.
-Natural Weapons: Claws deal str+10 dmg.
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Height: 8’5”
Weight: 325lbs
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: None
Class/Occupation: Scout/Hunter
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Alliance, Skaldi Resistance Front
Languages: The language your character speaks initially.
Appearance:
Shrrk’s scales are teal on sand, offering him natural camouflage in the foliage of Cruinthe and particularly the Eastern fringe of Skaraptica where his clan resides. Standing over 8 feet tall, the skaldi is broad shouldered and heavily set. His massive hands and head giving him a more mundane appearance betrayed by a glittering intelligence in his yellow eyes. Watching Shrrk with his bow almost seems comical at first, until his arrow strikes true and his quarry if felled by the adept marksman.
Personality: Shrrk suffers from a fear of crowds, even crowds of his own skaldi. The stories of skaldi enslavement have made him wary of the entanglements of non-skaldi societies as well as the Skaldi resistance movement. He fears the repercussions of their cause and warily provides them with assistance when asked. He joined the Alliance with the hope of showing others the benefits of a free skaldi and is quick to prove his usefulness to further this idea.
History: Shrrk walked through the village, his broad shoulders pushing aside humans as he approached the village’s main square. He wore darkened leather bracers which matched a harness that held his weapons across his back. His face was half covered with a leather apparatus which wrapped around his upper snout and crossed between his eyes. His left eye hidden beneath a darkened patch of cloth within the apparatus. Stopping to look over the heads of the villagers, Shrrk hooked his thumbs into the belt at his waist. The belt was part of a leather cod piece that linked to leather that covered the top of his thighs mid-way. Around each leg a single piece of leather wrapped from above his knee around and down his calf, ending in a cover along the top of his foot with a sheath that covered his center toe. The brutish skaldi looked around a moment longer before seeing his quarry and moving once again into the crowd. His massive size pushing aside the crowds as a ship’s bow does the water.
The man was leaning against a hut nearby when a shadow blocked out the sun. The sudden coolness was welcome but was offset by the sudden chill that raised goosebumps on the man’s arms. His primal fears awakened with a hot breath that passed across the back of his head and down the neck of his shirt. “Master Morgan?” the breath giving way to a deep voice. The man turned slowly to address the voice. Shrrk looked down at the man as he turned. “I was told to find you.” Morgan nodded ever so slowly. He made sure he was a hard man to find, but this monstrous skaldi had managed it. Now to only know why the beast had found him.
Shrrk reveled in the man’s fear as soon as the stench came off of him. He basked in it a moment longer before looking away. Taking a quick glance around before he continued, “I heard the Alliance could use another bow.” The man was relieved so quickly he looked as though he would faint. Shrrk resisted the urge to reach out and steady him. Morgan regained his composure on the outside, “Yes lad, we could.” He tried to sound confident. “Do you know where we could find one?” The man’s humor was lost on the skaldi but his intent was clear. Shrrk drew his massive bow from his back, the weapon gifted to him by his clan when he left to seek freedom.
It was a massive bow, as tall as a man and as thick as a human’s wrist. It appeared to be bone wrapped in sinew. Taking out an arrow easily three feet long and thick as a man’s thumb, the skaldi notched and drew the weapon. The bow looked like it should have creaked with massive power, put was eerily silent. Taking aim, Shrrk let the arrow fly with barely a twang of his bow string. The massive shaft seemed to hang in the air before leaving the bow like lightning. “Something like that should have screamed through the air,” Morgan thought as he tried to track the path of the massive arrow. His thought interrupted by the thunderous sound of splitting wood when the arrow found is target across the square. Shrrk turned away and pushed across the now frozen square to reach up and remove the placard above the armorer’s hut. Turning it over as he walked back, the angry proprietor at his heals, Shrrk returned and dropped the heavy sign into Morgan’s hands.
The arrow, if it could be called that, was driven half way through the heavy wood sign and the chainmail advertisement on the front. The armorer himself gawked at the sign and hurriedly returned to his stall. Morgan lowered the heavy sign and swallowed a few times. “Yes, I do believe you do.” Shrrk picked the sign up and pulled his shaft through. Nodding a thanks, Shrrk leaned the sign against the hut. “Where do I sign up?”
Armor
-Amulet:
Armaments
-Secondary Weapon: N/A
-Left Thigh: N/A
Free Space: 0/6
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Stats Original
Str: 10
Vit: 10
Agi: 10
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 10
P: 10
K: 10
HP: 200/200
SM: 20/20
MP: 110/110
Fight Record: (Use this area to track your progress in Player Vs Player Duels)
Wins: 0
Draws: 0
Losses: 0
Knowledge Possessed: (Choose 10 I level knowledges to start with)
-Auto: Cruic I
Camping I
Hunting I
Taming I
First Aid I
Direction
Bows I
Spears I
Axes I
Marksmanship I
Throwing I
Name: Shrrk
Race: Skaldi
-Racial Hate: -10 to charisma or diplomacy based rolls with non-skaldi.
-Ancestral Strength: Skaldi can wield two-handed weapons with no penalties one handed, and receive +5 to all Str based checks.
-Ethnicity: Saurian
Saurian:
-Immovable: immune to knock-down/back.
-Natural Weapons: Claws deal str+10 dmg.
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Height: 8’5”
Weight: 325lbs
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: None
Class/Occupation: Scout/Hunter
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: Alliance, Skaldi Resistance Front
Languages: The language your character speaks initially.
Appearance:
Shrrk’s scales are teal on sand, offering him natural camouflage in the foliage of Cruinthe and particularly the Eastern fringe of Skaraptica where his clan resides. Standing over 8 feet tall, the skaldi is broad shouldered and heavily set. His massive hands and head giving him a more mundane appearance betrayed by a glittering intelligence in his yellow eyes. Watching Shrrk with his bow almost seems comical at first, until his arrow strikes true and his quarry if felled by the adept marksman.
Personality: Shrrk suffers from a fear of crowds, even crowds of his own skaldi. The stories of skaldi enslavement have made him wary of the entanglements of non-skaldi societies as well as the Skaldi resistance movement. He fears the repercussions of their cause and warily provides them with assistance when asked. He joined the Alliance with the hope of showing others the benefits of a free skaldi and is quick to prove his usefulness to further this idea.
History: Shrrk walked through the village, his broad shoulders pushing aside humans as he approached the village’s main square. He wore darkened leather bracers which matched a harness that held his weapons across his back. His face was half covered with a leather apparatus which wrapped around his upper snout and crossed between his eyes. His left eye hidden beneath a darkened patch of cloth within the apparatus. Stopping to look over the heads of the villagers, Shrrk hooked his thumbs into the belt at his waist. The belt was part of a leather cod piece that linked to leather that covered the top of his thighs mid-way. Around each leg a single piece of leather wrapped from above his knee around and down his calf, ending in a cover along the top of his foot with a sheath that covered his center toe. The brutish skaldi looked around a moment longer before seeing his quarry and moving once again into the crowd. His massive size pushing aside the crowds as a ship’s bow does the water.
The man was leaning against a hut nearby when a shadow blocked out the sun. The sudden coolness was welcome but was offset by the sudden chill that raised goosebumps on the man’s arms. His primal fears awakened with a hot breath that passed across the back of his head and down the neck of his shirt. “Master Morgan?” the breath giving way to a deep voice. The man turned slowly to address the voice. Shrrk looked down at the man as he turned. “I was told to find you.” Morgan nodded ever so slowly. He made sure he was a hard man to find, but this monstrous skaldi had managed it. Now to only know why the beast had found him.
Shrrk reveled in the man’s fear as soon as the stench came off of him. He basked in it a moment longer before looking away. Taking a quick glance around before he continued, “I heard the Alliance could use another bow.” The man was relieved so quickly he looked as though he would faint. Shrrk resisted the urge to reach out and steady him. Morgan regained his composure on the outside, “Yes lad, we could.” He tried to sound confident. “Do you know where we could find one?” The man’s humor was lost on the skaldi but his intent was clear. Shrrk drew his massive bow from his back, the weapon gifted to him by his clan when he left to seek freedom.
It was a massive bow, as tall as a man and as thick as a human’s wrist. It appeared to be bone wrapped in sinew. Taking out an arrow easily three feet long and thick as a man’s thumb, the skaldi notched and drew the weapon. The bow looked like it should have creaked with massive power, put was eerily silent. Taking aim, Shrrk let the arrow fly with barely a twang of his bow string. The massive shaft seemed to hang in the air before leaving the bow like lightning. “Something like that should have screamed through the air,” Morgan thought as he tried to track the path of the massive arrow. His thought interrupted by the thunderous sound of splitting wood when the arrow found is target across the square. Shrrk turned away and pushed across the now frozen square to reach up and remove the placard above the armorer’s hut. Turning it over as he walked back, the angry proprietor at his heals, Shrrk returned and dropped the heavy sign into Morgan’s hands.
The arrow, if it could be called that, was driven half way through the heavy wood sign and the chainmail advertisement on the front. The armorer himself gawked at the sign and hurriedly returned to his stall. Morgan lowered the heavy sign and swallowed a few times. “Yes, I do believe you do.” Shrrk picked the sign up and pulled his shaft through. Nodding a thanks, Shrrk leaned the sign against the hut. “Where do I sign up?”
Inventory:
Shortbow
Small Quiver
50 Wood Arrows
Dagger
Hard Leather Armor
Wooden Arrows
-Arrows with a sharpened wood point for a head.
-Dmg: +2
-Cost: 50 for 50
Small Quiver
-A place to store arrows.
-Capacity: 50
-Cost: 100 Gold
Short Bow
-A small bow, shoots arrows.
-Range: 20 meters
-Dmg: 20
-Cost: 50
Dagger
-A small knife
-Dmg: 15
-Cost: 20 Gold
Hard Leather Armor
-Light leather armor.
-DR: 15
-Cost: 50
*Light, Leather, Chest, Back*
Small Quiver
50 Wood Arrows
Dagger
Hard Leather Armor
Wooden Arrows
-Arrows with a sharpened wood point for a head.
-Dmg: +2
-Cost: 50 for 50
Small Quiver
-A place to store arrows.
-Capacity: 50
-Cost: 100 Gold
Short Bow
-A small bow, shoots arrows.
-Range: 20 meters
-Dmg: 20
-Cost: 50
Dagger
-A small knife
-Dmg: 15
-Cost: 20 Gold
Hard Leather Armor
-Light leather armor.
-DR: 15
-Cost: 50
*Light, Leather, Chest, Back*
Armor
-Head:
-Armor: Light Leather
-Chest & Back
-DR: 15
-Feet:
-Gloves:
-Belt:
-Ring 1:
-Ring 2:
Armaments
-Primary Weapon: Short Bow
-A small bow, shoots arrows.
-Range: 20 meters
-Dmg: 20
-Range: 20 meters
-Dmg: 20
-Back: Quiver
-A place to store arrows
-Capacity: 50
-Quiver
50 Arrows
-Arrows with a sharpened wood point for a head.
-Dmg: +2
-Cost: 50 for 50
-Dmg: +2
-Cost: 50 for 50
-Right Arm: N/A
-Left Arm: N/A
-Right Thigh: Dagger, Sheathed
-A small knife
-Dmg: 15
-Dmg: 15
Free Space: 0/6
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Stats Original
Str: 10
Vit: 10
Agi: 10
Ch: 10
ST: 10
T: 10
D: 10
EN: 10
P: 10
K: 10
HP: 200/200
SM: 20/20
MP: 110/110
Fight Record: (Use this area to track your progress in Player Vs Player Duels)
Wins: 0
Draws: 0
Losses: 0
Knowledge Possessed: (Choose 10 I level knowledges to start with)
-Auto: Cruic I
Camping I
Hunting I
Taming I
First Aid I
Direction
Bows I
Spears I
Axes I
Marksmanship I
Throwing I
