Kaefi
July 26th, 2006, 06:58 PM
Username: Kaefi
RP name: Zilug Skinripper
Level: 1
Age: 35
Species: Orc
Alignment: Devlish
Appearance: stands at 7'2, weighing 350 lbs. Bald except with ponytail extending out of back of head, black eyes, dark tan skin.
Weapon(s):
Del'Rach - 5 foot club with nails in the end (lv. 1)
Kil and Kel - Fist weapons, blades extending out of the knuckles (lv. 1)
Armor: Leather pants and jerkin (lv. 1)
Spells:
Spirit Seal - Seals a creature's spirit after death (lv. 1)
Fighting Techs: Barbaric Rage - Attacks faster and harder (lv. 1)
Items: Half ripped Journal
Money: 50
Background:
Zilug lived with his kin, the Skinrippers in the islands outlaying Alrozane. They were a barbaric clan, often raiding nearby villages and stealing the wealth from the rich. They always wore barbaric armor, ranging from a loincloth to leather armor set during the raids. On it was imprinted a red fist with a head hanging from it, the clan's seal.
Zilug's grandfather, Jukha, told Zilug wild tales of when he was younger. He was a sorcerer and often told Zilug of the many spells and abilities he had mastered. Among his favorites were his time traveling skills, and his mastery in Spirt Stealing. He began to teach Zilug the basics of this skill until he died when Zilug was only 25.
Zilug left the Skinripper clan to the land of Alrozane at 35 after recieving a ripped journal from his uncle. The journal entries hinted toward great treasure in the land. He travelled their hoping to get the treasure and perhaps learning more about the spirit stealing which his grandfather had mastered.
gonna post a little rp if you don't mind, just a interlude...
*Zilug walked out of his cabin of the ship and towards the dinner cabin. He leaned up against a wall and pulled out his uncle's journal. He opened it up staring at the words trying to decipher the strange language. It was written in an ancient Orcish dialect and Zilug's language was barely connected to it, a few phrases and words. One page paticulary caught his eye, it contained a map, half torn, of the Alrozane area, with a circle around a specific landmark, The Tower of Yorie. The tower was near the bottom of the page, next to the tear. A line on the adjacent page read "Il ysha'knelone tiu ni hama sheol tiu pirtion pio." Zilug could only translate a few words. "Il" was I... "Tiu" was the...the rest remained foreign, He had to find a translator of the language and decipher the code. Suddenly a human male, around 50, walked over to me. "Get out of my way, you imbecile Orc." Zilug knew the human language to talk a basic conversation, but by how the man lowered his voice for the last words, he knew it was an insult. Not wanting to cause any trouble, Zilug closed his book, and moved away as the man took his spot looking out on the ocean, a human female, around the same age, then walked over the man. "Orcs, why can't they just stay in their huts and rid of us their prescence," Were the words the man said before Zilug ran over and threw him overboard. The woman leaned over the edge and yelled for someone to help. She looked at Zilug and watched as two gaurds grabbed his arms and took him underdeck to the brig, taking away his journal.*
RP name: Zilug Skinripper
Level: 1
Age: 35
Species: Orc
Alignment: Devlish
Appearance: stands at 7'2, weighing 350 lbs. Bald except with ponytail extending out of back of head, black eyes, dark tan skin.
Weapon(s):
Del'Rach - 5 foot club with nails in the end (lv. 1)
Kil and Kel - Fist weapons, blades extending out of the knuckles (lv. 1)
Armor: Leather pants and jerkin (lv. 1)
Spells:
Spirit Seal - Seals a creature's spirit after death (lv. 1)
Fighting Techs: Barbaric Rage - Attacks faster and harder (lv. 1)
Items: Half ripped Journal
Money: 50
Background:
Zilug lived with his kin, the Skinrippers in the islands outlaying Alrozane. They were a barbaric clan, often raiding nearby villages and stealing the wealth from the rich. They always wore barbaric armor, ranging from a loincloth to leather armor set during the raids. On it was imprinted a red fist with a head hanging from it, the clan's seal.
Zilug's grandfather, Jukha, told Zilug wild tales of when he was younger. He was a sorcerer and often told Zilug of the many spells and abilities he had mastered. Among his favorites were his time traveling skills, and his mastery in Spirt Stealing. He began to teach Zilug the basics of this skill until he died when Zilug was only 25.
Zilug left the Skinripper clan to the land of Alrozane at 35 after recieving a ripped journal from his uncle. The journal entries hinted toward great treasure in the land. He travelled their hoping to get the treasure and perhaps learning more about the spirit stealing which his grandfather had mastered.
gonna post a little rp if you don't mind, just a interlude...
*Zilug walked out of his cabin of the ship and towards the dinner cabin. He leaned up against a wall and pulled out his uncle's journal. He opened it up staring at the words trying to decipher the strange language. It was written in an ancient Orcish dialect and Zilug's language was barely connected to it, a few phrases and words. One page paticulary caught his eye, it contained a map, half torn, of the Alrozane area, with a circle around a specific landmark, The Tower of Yorie. The tower was near the bottom of the page, next to the tear. A line on the adjacent page read "Il ysha'knelone tiu ni hama sheol tiu pirtion pio." Zilug could only translate a few words. "Il" was I... "Tiu" was the...the rest remained foreign, He had to find a translator of the language and decipher the code. Suddenly a human male, around 50, walked over to me. "Get out of my way, you imbecile Orc." Zilug knew the human language to talk a basic conversation, but by how the man lowered his voice for the last words, he knew it was an insult. Not wanting to cause any trouble, Zilug closed his book, and moved away as the man took his spot looking out on the ocean, a human female, around the same age, then walked over the man. "Orcs, why can't they just stay in their huts and rid of us their prescence," Were the words the man said before Zilug ran over and threw him overboard. The woman leaned over the edge and yelled for someone to help. She looked at Zilug and watched as two gaurds grabbed his arms and took him underdeck to the brig, taking away his journal.*