Post by BetaWolf on Nov 23, 2014 3:44:53 GMT -5
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Character's name: Nar Burgahz
Character's age: 32
Character's attitude: He is generally calm and collected, at least compared to his more easily aggravated and less tempered brethren. He is however, just as capable and prone to violence as any other Urgal. He has a special dislike of Elves, even by Urgal standards, as two of his older siblings were smote by them(though he tries to stay objective on an individual basis.) He also dislikes Dwarves due to the fact his Tribe was driven out of the mountains by them when he was young. He has no special opinions of the other species, aside from the enjoyment he has derived from battling them in the past, and battling alongside them in more recent years.
Character's Race: Urgralgra(Kull specifically)
Character's appearance: His skin is dark gray and mottled(in a lighter shade of gray) and suitably scarred all over. He has a pair of parallel, vertical scars running from above his eyebrows and across his cheekbones. His large horns are thick, shiny, ribbed and black with an attractive curve to them(the undersides of the horns are lighter but still dark gray.) As a Kull he is huge, standing at 8' 6".
His hair is long and brown, shaved on the sides and pulled back into a long ponytail. He wears heavy, steel capped leather boots, and a traditional Urgal sash that is black with red patterns(the designs indicate that he is unmarried and a Nar.) He wears his metal plated loincloth at all times(with certain exceptions such as bathing.)
Character's allegiance: Neutral currently.
Weapons: It varies based upon the circumstances which one he uses, but usually he brandishes a double headed battle axe. He also carries a shield slung across his back and a short sword on his hip(though it would be a good sized blade to a Human.) He wears a set of steel armor, including; a helmet, bracers, greaves, a breastplate, a gorget, and a metal plated loin cloth.
Other Info: He has no mate(but is seeking one.) He has a fat orange cat he spoils rotten. He enjoys shooting the breeze and playing games, being easily entertained by play things.
History: Born in the Durhadhr Tribe to an Urgal ram and Kull dam, he was one of numerous children(neither eldest nor youngest.) He was barely old enough to walk when the Dwarves came and drove his Tribe from the Beor mountains where they had recently settled. He was one of only a handful of children to survive the exodus through the Hadarac Desert, the Tribe eventually finding its way to the Eastern side of the Ramr River, upstream of Bullridge and downstream of the Marna Mountain.
The game was plentiful and the water endless and so they thrived as they built a village, hidden by a large swath of pines around a cave system that was woven into a bluff. Burgahz regained his lost strength from the starvation and dehydration of the desert helping to build homes and fences, along with hunting and fighting with the other remaining youths. It was during this time of growth that it was realized that he was a Kull, surpassing his father and most of his siblings in height.
When his horns started to peak through his scalp he went out into the forest to kill a beast to prove his prowess and worth as is tradition, taking only a knife. He tried several times to kill a Mountain Lion but he couldn’t get close enough without it outfoxing him, much to his displeasure. While scouring the roadside for tracks, he became aware of his proximity to a Human campsite by the smell of smoke and flickering orange light that soon came into sight. He ambushed the travelers as they slept, hurling the first one into the road as the other quickly got to their feet and drew a short sword. The man was obviously inexperienced and Burgahz managed to avoid the sloppy swings of the blade, before goring him and crushing his rib cage underfoot. The other one he had earlier thrown was trying to crawl along the road with a broken ankle from the fall and was easily dispatched with a stomp to the head. He took the skull of the first one he killed, gaining respect within his Tribe.
He started raiding caravans here and there with his kin as the Tribe grew, gaining martial skill and respect, eventually though he challenged the Tribes leader for command as he found he had been making unwise decisions. He was strong, but no match for the young Kull who impaled him on his own spear. He was granted the title “Nar” and become the War Chief of his Tribe, but not long after his people were enthralled by the Shade Durza. He slaughtered where and when he was ordered, albeit unhappily along with his small and unruly horde. While his skills and the respect for him continued to grow he himself grew more and more resentful of his lack of freedom, the only highlight being his acquisition of high quality gear from pillaging and as rewards of command.
While he was not present for the death of the Shade Durza, he was quick to celebrate it and return home and gather his Tribe. He eventually allied with the Varden along with the majority of his species, fighting against Galbatorix’s armies. They played no more of a significant role than the other Tribes, and after the War they simply returned to living by the Ramr River, although they traded with caravans as opposed to raiding them as they had previously. Burgahz has chosen not to join either side in the current conflict until given incentive, either hostile action or resources to sustain his Tribe.
Role Play Sample: Burgahz stood on the rise of a hill, the chill air clinging to him like the thin layer of mist wafting over the dead grass all around. He turned his great horned head to the side as a smaller Urgal approached, a bearded axe resting on his broad shoulder. Burgahz turned to face him, they bellowed in unison and promptly butted heads walking down the slope laughing. They searched for tracks and soon found them in the icy mud of a frozen puddle, the tracks of a bear, and from the missing toes it was the one they sought. Burgahz snarled and flung the mud with an enraged kick, he hated the beast greatly. It had caught an Urgal cub, leaving a mangled corpse to torment the child’s parents. It was as if it had maimed the Tribe itself.
Burgahz and his companion(one of his best hunters) tracked the murderous beast for many miles through the early morning hours, and by midday they spotted a hulking form loping along the riverbank. Their fangs gnashed and brows knit in rage, Burgahz howled with fury and charged headlong while the hunter slipped into the foliage with a growl. The bear wheeled around to face the charging Kull with an ursine bellow and rose on its hind legs, it was taller even than himself. Obviously no ordinary bear.
It slashed viciously at him with its claws, leaving deep scratches in his shield as he jabbed at it with his sword. It rammed into him and pinned him to the ground with great force, its large fanged jaws opened wide as it tried to bite at his exposed head. He used his horns to keep its deathly bite at bay, rolling his head around at every attempt it made to clamp down, the points prodding painfully into its face. Burgahz managed to free his sword arm from beneath his shield(though his sword was left underneath still) and thrust with all the strength he could muster into the bears jaw, stunning it and staggering it back.
He used the time to regain his footing, running headlong into the bear with his shield raised. They tumbled a bit, Burgahz resorting to using his gargantuan fists as he grappled with the foul beast. He and the bear circled one another, both bleeding from deep gashes. The bear turned as the underbrush nearby rustled and parted, Burgahz taking the opportunity and getting the animal in a headlock. The other Urgal came thundering out of the brush with his axe raised high and swung with great might, the axe cleaving into the bears skull. It jerked for moment in a spasm before its muscles went slack, Burgahz let it drop from his grip and spat in disgust. He was glad to be rid of it, at least he and his friend could give the parents of the cub some peace in the horrific ordeal.
Character's name: Nar Burgahz
Character's age: 32
Character's attitude: He is generally calm and collected, at least compared to his more easily aggravated and less tempered brethren. He is however, just as capable and prone to violence as any other Urgal. He has a special dislike of Elves, even by Urgal standards, as two of his older siblings were smote by them(though he tries to stay objective on an individual basis.) He also dislikes Dwarves due to the fact his Tribe was driven out of the mountains by them when he was young. He has no special opinions of the other species, aside from the enjoyment he has derived from battling them in the past, and battling alongside them in more recent years.
Character's Race: Urgralgra(Kull specifically)
Character's appearance: His skin is dark gray and mottled(in a lighter shade of gray) and suitably scarred all over. He has a pair of parallel, vertical scars running from above his eyebrows and across his cheekbones. His large horns are thick, shiny, ribbed and black with an attractive curve to them(the undersides of the horns are lighter but still dark gray.) As a Kull he is huge, standing at 8' 6".
His hair is long and brown, shaved on the sides and pulled back into a long ponytail. He wears heavy, steel capped leather boots, and a traditional Urgal sash that is black with red patterns(the designs indicate that he is unmarried and a Nar.) He wears his metal plated loincloth at all times(with certain exceptions such as bathing.)
Character's allegiance: Neutral currently.
Weapons: It varies based upon the circumstances which one he uses, but usually he brandishes a double headed battle axe. He also carries a shield slung across his back and a short sword on his hip(though it would be a good sized blade to a Human.) He wears a set of steel armor, including; a helmet, bracers, greaves, a breastplate, a gorget, and a metal plated loin cloth.
Other Info: He has no mate(but is seeking one.) He has a fat orange cat he spoils rotten. He enjoys shooting the breeze and playing games, being easily entertained by play things.
History: Born in the Durhadhr Tribe to an Urgal ram and Kull dam, he was one of numerous children(neither eldest nor youngest.) He was barely old enough to walk when the Dwarves came and drove his Tribe from the Beor mountains where they had recently settled. He was one of only a handful of children to survive the exodus through the Hadarac Desert, the Tribe eventually finding its way to the Eastern side of the Ramr River, upstream of Bullridge and downstream of the Marna Mountain.
The game was plentiful and the water endless and so they thrived as they built a village, hidden by a large swath of pines around a cave system that was woven into a bluff. Burgahz regained his lost strength from the starvation and dehydration of the desert helping to build homes and fences, along with hunting and fighting with the other remaining youths. It was during this time of growth that it was realized that he was a Kull, surpassing his father and most of his siblings in height.
When his horns started to peak through his scalp he went out into the forest to kill a beast to prove his prowess and worth as is tradition, taking only a knife. He tried several times to kill a Mountain Lion but he couldn’t get close enough without it outfoxing him, much to his displeasure. While scouring the roadside for tracks, he became aware of his proximity to a Human campsite by the smell of smoke and flickering orange light that soon came into sight. He ambushed the travelers as they slept, hurling the first one into the road as the other quickly got to their feet and drew a short sword. The man was obviously inexperienced and Burgahz managed to avoid the sloppy swings of the blade, before goring him and crushing his rib cage underfoot. The other one he had earlier thrown was trying to crawl along the road with a broken ankle from the fall and was easily dispatched with a stomp to the head. He took the skull of the first one he killed, gaining respect within his Tribe.
He started raiding caravans here and there with his kin as the Tribe grew, gaining martial skill and respect, eventually though he challenged the Tribes leader for command as he found he had been making unwise decisions. He was strong, but no match for the young Kull who impaled him on his own spear. He was granted the title “Nar” and become the War Chief of his Tribe, but not long after his people were enthralled by the Shade Durza. He slaughtered where and when he was ordered, albeit unhappily along with his small and unruly horde. While his skills and the respect for him continued to grow he himself grew more and more resentful of his lack of freedom, the only highlight being his acquisition of high quality gear from pillaging and as rewards of command.
While he was not present for the death of the Shade Durza, he was quick to celebrate it and return home and gather his Tribe. He eventually allied with the Varden along with the majority of his species, fighting against Galbatorix’s armies. They played no more of a significant role than the other Tribes, and after the War they simply returned to living by the Ramr River, although they traded with caravans as opposed to raiding them as they had previously. Burgahz has chosen not to join either side in the current conflict until given incentive, either hostile action or resources to sustain his Tribe.
Role Play Sample: Burgahz stood on the rise of a hill, the chill air clinging to him like the thin layer of mist wafting over the dead grass all around. He turned his great horned head to the side as a smaller Urgal approached, a bearded axe resting on his broad shoulder. Burgahz turned to face him, they bellowed in unison and promptly butted heads walking down the slope laughing. They searched for tracks and soon found them in the icy mud of a frozen puddle, the tracks of a bear, and from the missing toes it was the one they sought. Burgahz snarled and flung the mud with an enraged kick, he hated the beast greatly. It had caught an Urgal cub, leaving a mangled corpse to torment the child’s parents. It was as if it had maimed the Tribe itself.
Burgahz and his companion(one of his best hunters) tracked the murderous beast for many miles through the early morning hours, and by midday they spotted a hulking form loping along the riverbank. Their fangs gnashed and brows knit in rage, Burgahz howled with fury and charged headlong while the hunter slipped into the foliage with a growl. The bear wheeled around to face the charging Kull with an ursine bellow and rose on its hind legs, it was taller even than himself. Obviously no ordinary bear.
It slashed viciously at him with its claws, leaving deep scratches in his shield as he jabbed at it with his sword. It rammed into him and pinned him to the ground with great force, its large fanged jaws opened wide as it tried to bite at his exposed head. He used his horns to keep its deathly bite at bay, rolling his head around at every attempt it made to clamp down, the points prodding painfully into its face. Burgahz managed to free his sword arm from beneath his shield(though his sword was left underneath still) and thrust with all the strength he could muster into the bears jaw, stunning it and staggering it back.
He used the time to regain his footing, running headlong into the bear with his shield raised. They tumbled a bit, Burgahz resorting to using his gargantuan fists as he grappled with the foul beast. He and the bear circled one another, both bleeding from deep gashes. The bear turned as the underbrush nearby rustled and parted, Burgahz taking the opportunity and getting the animal in a headlock. The other Urgal came thundering out of the brush with his axe raised high and swung with great might, the axe cleaving into the bears skull. It jerked for moment in a spasm before its muscles went slack, Burgahz let it drop from his grip and spat in disgust. He was glad to be rid of it, at least he and his friend could give the parents of the cub some peace in the horrific ordeal.
