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Rakor Stranple [APPROVED]; First character
Topic Started: Sep 18 2011, 06:17 PM (142 Views)
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Name:Rakor Stranple (last name is a tribal identification) (Rack-Core Stran(rhymes with pan)-pull)

Species: Iltooth (I finally have a race name I like!)

Age: Adulthood, Tile-kind age in their own way.

Appearance: Rakor is an approximately seven feet tall rather bulky reptilian creature, firm muscles quite apparent on his arms and legs, but his torso remains flat, although broad, under his dark green scales. His clothing is limited to a knee length studded leather skirt (and undergarments you pervs.) And a single, softball sized round metal piece in the center of his chest attached in the center of an X of leather, which circles around to the back to hold his travel sack and weapon holder. His eyes on the front of his face, and are slitted black and yellow reptile eyes, with a second transparent eyelid that can be used to shield against higher winds. There are no ears, just a small series of three slits on either side of his head. Years of climbing up and down mountain slopes has caused his species to develop hooked claws on their hands and feet, though they are not particularly sharp due to wear and tear of the rocks. He speaks with a confident tone, devoid of the 's' that would be expected out of a reptile.

Personality: By Iltooth standards, he is a conversationalist. By anyone elses, he tends to not to speak unless directly addressed or challenged. A rough upbringing has led him to have a rather simple set of moral values and black and white perception. He shows straightforward thinking and logic, not being one to come up with the complicated plan. He displays a small amount of arrogance towards those he views weaker than himself, but this is but an act taught as a lesson of leadership, something he does not want to do.

History: From the moment he could crawl, Rakor was taught how to survive. His parents were as encouraging as was acceptable amongst his mountainous tribe, with the simple rule of 'You may only fail here. Outside, you may only fail once'. As all members of his tribe, he was taught how to climb, hunt, and since the second he looked at a sharpened stick with envy, to fight. From ages 3 to 16, most mornings were woken with a knife to his throat and the words 'You're dead' from his mother or father, and a beating he slowly learned to stop and return back. At 17 he was asked what his path in life would be, and upon choosing that of a warrior, he was pitted in combat against another of his tribe who had chosen the same path, as a rite to earn one of his tribe's ancient Relic weapons. The rest will write itself (he isnt 17 however, time has passed)

Strengths: Large physical strength and size, climbing ability, and skill in the use of spears, shortswords, and shields. Most deadly in a spear and shield combo. Simple straightforward thinking allows him to come up with solutions more clever people might not ('Too dumb to fool')

Weaknesses: Naivety on government and how the world outside his village works, Out thought by most in situations that do require intelligence, Size and primary weapon put him at a major disadvantage in cramped quarters, little to no magical ability.

Quirks/Misc. Information: No 'hissing' end to words with an S, his back teeth occasionally stick out the sides of his mouth, long reptile tongue. Is actually warm blooded, despite being reptilian in appearance. Speaks more freely in combat than he would out of it. Scaled skin resistant to minor cuts and things like brambles. (Not weapon resistant however unless it'd be a nick even on a normal person)

Roleplay Sample (only needed for your first character):

A blustery wind blew over the mountain as Rakor marched unflinchingly through a passage of his tribe members. Across from a pit dug out of the mountain stone itself walked another Iltooth. Rakor held a spear and a large round shield, his opposite a small buckler and a sword. As they walked past their tribe-mates each on pounded their weapon on the ground or otherwise made noise with it in salute, watching them advance to the arena.

Rakor did not search their eyes, did not try to escape or flee, this was the destiny of all the warriors of the Stranple. No Iltooth but the strongest of each generation of warriors could wield the terrifying Relic weapons brought down to them by their ancestors. His opponent was another male of slightly shorter stature than himself called Malik. Today Malik's gaze was steel, where in any other he would be smiling and confiding in Rakor his love of woodworking. His skill in the trade was enviable, but the carving knife was not translated to sword skill, though his parents insisted that it was and he should take the rite of passage.

They took their spots on opposite sides of the arena, and the broad chested leader of the tribe stomped his foot and announced "BEGIN!".

Malik bellowed and charged forward, sword outstretched in an attempt to quickly impale Rakor before he could ready his heavier weapons, but he underestimated his larger opponent's speed and had his weapon deflected downward off the broad roundshield, where Rakor stomped his hand and forced the weapon onto the ground. Malik was not done however, and ignored the pain to rocket upwards to try and bash his opponent's face with the buckler, but Rakor expected such a move from the resourceful Iltooth, and leaned back, holding his spear outstretched. Malik had only time to realize his mistake as he began to fall downwards from his jump, straight into the gleaming end of Rakor's spear.

[Criticism wanted and needed, I dunno how this world works for the most part]
Edited by Sparrow, Sep 29 2011, 07:19 PM.
Half intelligent, half insane, half off combo platter.
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