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| Golden | Jul 3 2010, 11:29 AM Post #1 | |||
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Name: Blans Von Shellmon Race: Pickelinspektor Gender: Male Age: Really, really old. Starting Location: Pickle Castle Armor and Weapons: Blans has very little armor. His only piece of actual clothing is a blue scarf that was gifted to him many years ago. He tries to keep it in a good, if not perfect, condition. Other than his scarf, he has his traditional shell. As for a weapon, he only has an old oak cane that he uses to get around, and will occasionally beat several people silly with it. For mending or breaking bones, he will often times use his hands unless the enemy's out of his reach, in which he will resort to using his cane which he isn't very accurate with, so healing or breaking bones with his cane would prove to be an extremely difficult task. Appearance: Blans' skin tone is a very pale green and he is very wrinkly as proof of his old age. He has beady black eyes and like to walk on two legs, not wanting to revert the evolution process by walking on all fours like his ancestors did many eons ago. He also has a bad back so he is usually hunched over. Like a turtle, he is also very short. He is indeed shorter than an elf being only a measly three feet high. This dude weighs like a ton though due to his immense shell which looks kind of like moss and even has some moss growing on it, but it is mostly unnoticeable except for when his shell is sandy or he is directly in the sun. His cane is only about a foot tall, and when the two are added makes him about the average height of an elf. He has no hair on his body whatsoever. Personality: Blans isn't really talkative like a lot of other dodgy geezers, he is actually pretty quiet. He has a small racial bias against harpies whom look down on others and think that they are the best. He also dislikes young people with good backs and is afraid of machines, as they are not able to be broken by his bone breaking knowledge. He also dislike giants whom are too tall for him to operate on normally and they usually have to lay down which makes identifying the correct areas a little harder for him to identify in addition to his loose memory of all the correct areas to strike. He also has a dislike for weapons like swords, axes, blades, etc. and would prefer to beat down people with his cane than cut them or shoot them or set them on fire or whatever. He also thinks electricity is worthless because whenever he's around natural electricity in GeoShell, it all goes away. He also has a great liking for tea and thinks it is an extremely sophisticated drink. He holds it in higher regards than any other beverage and thinks it will one day be the beverage of the rich and fancy. Backstory: Blans was raised in a small, secluded village where his parents were often looked upon for any medical help, because the people there were too lazy to try and heal the injured themselves. The small village had a pretty mixed community, consisting of some Ogre, Lunamorphs, Humans, Harpies, Blans family of pickleinspektors, Catfolk, and Elves. There were also a few patchwork robots the human part of the community made to make some out of the way task a tad easier. The community was pretty tight knit with everyone being friends with another. His parents were pretty strict with him getting his knowledge of medicines and all together so that he could one day also become a good doctor. He hadn't wanted to be a doctor or get involved in any wars or anything. All he wanted to do was swim and lounge around in the local lake. Like, seriously, he was the laziest one in the village when it came to actually doing stuff. Blans himself tried to stay away from the robots himself because having robots in a place like this was just asking for trouble. One day when Blans was just minding his own business in the lake, something just kind of came up from the water and hit him hard on his back sending him flying into a nearby forest. He didn't exactly know what had expelled him from the lake, but he'd know soon enough. Blans was fine from the incident, but would have back troubles possibly for the rest of his life. A few weeks after the incident, when Blans had received his Cane, an ancient pickleinspecktor who had supposedly been a great medical doctor at one point, emerged from the lake. No one in particular knew how he had gotten into the lake. When he was found he was originally presumed dead, until it was found out that the turtle was really a disguise and it was really a fishmonster thing. So, the fishmonster thing ate everyone in the village except for Blans because he was asleep after having just drank his get well tea, which would supposedly make his back better. When he awoke he could not find anyone. Everything was exactly as it was before he went to sleep except for the dirty dishes now being shiny clean. Since he could not find anyone, he left the village and went back to Pickle Castle where he has been honing his shell and medical skills ever since he made it there. He is considered a very good doctor and is looked upon for help when a situation is so extreme where a normal doctor can not handle the situation. He someday hopes to find where all the villagers disappeared to. He knows he probably won't, but still. |
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| Eevachu | Jul 3 2010, 05:17 PM Post #2 | |||
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