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| [Brocken] Kreylak; God of Hunting | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 14 2011, 11:23 PM (208 Views) | |
| Washington | Sep 14 2011, 11:23 PM Post #1 |
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The Big Bad Wolf
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Name:Kreylak Alias: Dragon Hunter Race: Orc Gender: Male Age: 47 Appearance:Mortal: Large as only an Orc could be, Kreylak stood tall among even the mighiest of his kind. eight feet seven inches tall, and greyish green skin, not light yet not dark. His right arm is scaled in appearance, burnt by dragon flames from a hunt. His left ear is partially missing from a bite from a canine creature he couldn't identify after he had smashed it with a club. Strangly enough, for an orc his teeth were rather straight. God:His form as a divine figure has not changed much. His arm, scortched by flame now bares the scales of the dragon that once breathed the fire that marked him, presenting the only true change. Apparel:Mortal: He's an orc. He wore a simple wolf pelt around his waist. God: On his body he wears a part of each race of creature he had slain in his life as a mortal being. His shoulders are covered by the skulls of a buck and a wolf, his left arm convered in the talons of hundreds of birds. Around his waist He wears the hide of a raging bull, decorated with the bones of other such dangerous creatures. His head bears a helm made from the skull of a bear. Around his neck, amusingly enough, is a necklace made from the teeth of an dwarf he didn't even mean to kill. History: Largest of a northern tribe of orcs, Kreylak was a hunter, a predator of the week and bane of the meek for as long as he could remember, and as long as he would remember. There was never much to his life. He searched for prey, he killed his prey, he ate his prey. As a young Orc, his first kill was something that had orginally thought that the young Orc would be it's own dinner. A wolf, grey in colour, hungry and desperate attacked Kreylark as he was on his own, far away from the tribe. It had ambushed him, charging at the orc, it jumped and bit deep into his left ear. Kreylak roared loud in pain as he tried to shake the creature off of him, but the wolf was determined to eat or at least die trying. Happy to grant it's wish, Kreylak took a large fallen branch from a nearby tree and smashed it against the wolf's head, breaking it's skull, but clamping it's fangs straight through his ear, tearing it in half. But it was of little consequence... After all, he took much more from the wolf's body. Years would pass, and hundreds of animals fell to Kreylak. Nothing too interesting, bears, wolves, even the odd tiger. But they all fell to the mighty orc without much challange. He had no qualms with killing a Dwarf, Elf, Human, or any other such creature, but they would pose no challange. Humans were strong, brave even, but would certainly be smart enough to run from him. Dwarves, They were tough, but they were stubby. He could step on them if he wanted. Elves, they were weak. But they knew lots... They knew of creatures. Perhaps even one that could challange him. He travled across the land, searching far and wide for aven just a single elf that would not run from him, just on the hope it could tell him of a creature that would provide a decent challange.... One that would give him a story, one that would prove him the strongest. After years of searching, Kreylak had found an elf that was willing to help him. An elf named Lerodail, told him of a creature known to be superior to all beings. Smarter and longer lived than the elves, braver than the men, sturdier than the dwarves, stronger than the orcs... The Dragons. Ferocious beings that were few of numbers, but could did not need numbers for they were never bothered by lesser creatures. Lerodail offered to take Kreylak to a mountain said to be the home of a Dragon, but warned that not a creature alive could take on a Dragon and survive. Kreylak ignored the warning and began the long climb. The climb had taken three days and three nights, he had dropped his club halfway up, smashing on an unlucky dwarf's head. During the third night, He passed by strange creautures, something the Elf had failed to mention to him, they were too small to be Dragons, and seemed not to notice him so he didn't bother with them, perhaps he would hunt them another day. On the dawn of the fourth day, Kreylak reached th summit and stood face to face with the sleeping Dragon that called it home, it's scales shone brightly in the dawning sun. Kreylak raised his arms and roared loudly, charging the Dragon. The Dragon awoke to the orc trying to rip out one of it's upper teeth with his right arm. The Dragon stood, lifting Kreylak with ease as he tugged on the tooth with all his might, realising he stood no chance without a weapon. The Dragon inhaled, smoke starting to raise from it's nostrils, but yet he did not release the Dragons tooth. It was sudden, as the Dragon's blaze scarred his arm, and just as sudden as the Fire covered his body in a bright and warm light... Personality: Arrogant and Confident, Kreylak is strong and he knows it. He'll gladly take on any beast, regardless of size or strength. His joy of hunting was greater than his desire to gather food for the tribe, but he would still care for the Orcs he lead, but he had a habbit of leaving behind those who could not hunt for themselves. He also had a strong love for trophies, taing the largest unedable part from each creature he killed to keep for himself as a reminder to other of his past deeds. Focus: Hunting Divine Realm: The Hunting Grounds Powers: Leave blank, these are assigned by the mod. No animals were harmed in the making of this character |
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| Professional Protagonist | Sep 15 2011, 12:35 AM Post #2 |
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Girl power
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