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Name: Wrogan
Race: Orc Scion of Gultar
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
Loosely based on this: http://kivutar.deviantart.com/art/Berserker-377540770
Wrogan is rather tall, with a lean, muscular build that accentuates his back, and shoulders heavily; the build of an archer. His dark brown skin is lined in traces of green outlines of branching vines or tree limbs, with leaves of varying kinds. He has a rather interesting collection of scars; from the roughly healed cruciform scar on his lower left leg, to the scar of a coarse rope around his neck, that was tattooed over, following the pattern of the scar to preserve it. On his wrists, he bears a pair of brands for theft, and murder. Upon his chest, is a stylized brand of a crow in flight, the scar being covered with white chalk paint every morning.
He wears tough wearing linens and leather woodsman garb; breeches of dark brown, with tanned leather reinforcements, his feet protected by light leather shoes, with tough bearskin soles. He wears a light gambeson under a leather jack of plates; hexagonal scales of boiled leather, riveted between several layers of linen. Over that he wore a dark tunic, with a similar image of a crow in flight, emblazoned on the front in white. The final layer was his oilskin coat, normally not needed in the summer, but unusual weather was making it necessary. His hair he keeps in a central patch, tied back with a thong of leather, the ends beaded with volcanic glass, and each finished with a feather of a white crow. The number of trials he has completed.
On his back he bore a light pack of supplies and gear, along with two spare bundles of arrows. His large survival knife strapped to the bottom of the pack, his unstrung bow tucked into a case on the right side. At his right waist, he carried a hardened leather quiver, with a waterproofed light leather liner, that features a cinch to keep the shafts from rattling, and a flat that can be drawn over to protect the shafts from dirt and rain. At his left waist he wore a backsword, and a few pouches to hold on to small items.
Attributes:
Skills:
Traits/Special Gear:
Hunter in the Woods: Wrogan has been gifted by blood, from his Servitor father's purview of Nature, with the ability to blend into his surroundings exceptionally well from visual detection. When activated, this ability renders him partially transparent, making it quite difficult to see him when he is still, and somewhat more difficult to follow him when he is moving, compared to a normal person. Is limited by his stamina.
Ottalf: A bow claimed by Wrogan, from a particularly troublesome bounty. The bow's name, is part of the magebrand, "Eight Airs" being the literal translation. It is in reference to the speed that the bow can shoot an arrow, in loose terms. It is a high quality Magebranded bow from Mactia, that can double the speed of an arrow when fed magical energy. This not only extends the range of the bow, but also greatly increases its penetrating ability, and accuracy over shorter distances, due to the flatter trajectory of the arrow. When not powered, acts as any other well made war-bow (War-bows vs hunting bows. Higher draw weight being the primary difference)
Equipment:
Armour:
Weapons:
Gear:
Bedroll, rope, twine, spare bowstrings, water skins, camp pot.
Bio:
Wrogan was born with his identical twin, Bomag, by the Chief's second daughter, Murgas. She had been bedded by Gultar, God of Nature, and the clan praised her. As the twins grew they were treated as holy children, born of the God. Yet they found time away from the prying eyes, where Bomag was able to practice his magic, which he fueled by the sacrifice of animals. Animals that Wrogan helped to capture, and then watched their suffering in earnest as Bomag tortured them for his spells. They managed to keep Bomag's dark, and forbidden magic hidden from the clan until half way through their eighteenth year. Bomag had become powerful, exceedingly so, and Wrogan was becoming....concerned for his brother. Yet, when Bomag requested a new sacrifice, what he sought, was the daughter of the Shaman. A virgin within the tribe, and only 10 years old.
Wrogan captured her, and dragged her deep into the forest for the ritual, but when he realized what Bomag was doing...trying to find a way to ascend to Godhood, he realized that his brother was too dangerous to be allowed to continue. Yet, he could not kill his brother. To forcibly shut down the ritual, he killed the child. The Clan's Shaman arrived soon after, with a squad of warriors; he had used a locating spell to find his daughter, but arrived too late. The Clan's chief, sentenced them to death. White waiting for their death, imprisoned an shackled, they were branded as murderers, just in case they escaped.
On the day of the hanging, Wrogan remembers three things: Regret over his actions, the snap of the rope around his neck, and the White Crow that came to him as he struggled against death. Varia, the Goddess of the Crows came to him, and offered him a chance: If he truly regretted his actions, he could redeem himself and become her servitor. She warned him, that to redeem himself, he would have to perform a number of tasks in her name. The first rule however, was that he could never harm an innocent person. He could only take of nature's bounty for his needs, not his wants. To waste nothing, and to treat all with respect. The moment he agreed, the branch of the tree cracked, and then snapped apart with a booming thunder, dropping both him and his brother to the ground.
The avoided sentence of death was decreed an act of Gods, by the Clan. By Clan law, they were banished instead. Forbidden to return.
Wrogan's first trial, was to brand himself with the image of the White Crow. Since that day, he has accomplished several trials, and has forged himself into a bounty hunter, wildland guide. He had the scars of the hanging tattooed over, to express to all how he has died, and been reborn. Or perhaps that he has been punished for his past crimes. From the bounties he collects, he sends tribute to the clan's Shaman annually. He knows he can never return what he took from him, but he will honour his loss. Each annual tribute, comes with a list of murderers and criminals he has captured, and the crimes they have committed.
What is your character's motivation for being an adventurer and why did they take this job specifically?: Wrogan became an adventurer, by the circumstances of his life as a ranger: A warden of the forest, a guide on the roads, and hunter of criminals. Why was he drawn to the notice, and why did he take the job? Because a white feather directed him to it. It is a task he must complete, if he is to redeem himself.
Race: Orc Scion of Gultar
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
Loosely based on this: http://kivutar.deviantart.com/art/Berserker-377540770
Wrogan is rather tall, with a lean, muscular build that accentuates his back, and shoulders heavily; the build of an archer. His dark brown skin is lined in traces of green outlines of branching vines or tree limbs, with leaves of varying kinds. He has a rather interesting collection of scars; from the roughly healed cruciform scar on his lower left leg, to the scar of a coarse rope around his neck, that was tattooed over, following the pattern of the scar to preserve it. On his wrists, he bears a pair of brands for theft, and murder. Upon his chest, is a stylized brand of a crow in flight, the scar being covered with white chalk paint every morning.
He wears tough wearing linens and leather woodsman garb; breeches of dark brown, with tanned leather reinforcements, his feet protected by light leather shoes, with tough bearskin soles. He wears a light gambeson under a leather jack of plates; hexagonal scales of boiled leather, riveted between several layers of linen. Over that he wore a dark tunic, with a similar image of a crow in flight, emblazoned on the front in white. The final layer was his oilskin coat, normally not needed in the summer, but unusual weather was making it necessary. His hair he keeps in a central patch, tied back with a thong of leather, the ends beaded with volcanic glass, and each finished with a feather of a white crow. The number of trials he has completed.
On his back he bore a light pack of supplies and gear, along with two spare bundles of arrows. His large survival knife strapped to the bottom of the pack, his unstrung bow tucked into a case on the right side. At his right waist, he carried a hardened leather quiver, with a waterproofed light leather liner, that features a cinch to keep the shafts from rattling, and a flat that can be drawn over to protect the shafts from dirt and rain. At his left waist he wore a backsword, and a few pouches to hold on to small items.
Attributes:
- Perception - ability to spot out of place things and possibly receive GM hints
- Dexterity - agility, dodging ability, and use of ranged weapons
- Strength - deals with feats of strength and melee weapon damage
- Endurance - stamina and resistance to both physical and magical harm
- Magic - influences use of all magic spells and ability to detect and understand magic used by others
Skills:
- Tracking: Skilled in tracking animals to people, in the wilderness
- Tracking II: He is quite capable of tracking a target through difficult terrain, and adverse weather.
- Archery: While most rangers are capable of using a bow proficiently, he is better than average.
- Archery II: It is not easy to bend a 115 lb war stave, and hit your target at ranges in excess of 150 yards. He can do it, with certain regularity.
- Stealth: Years spent hunting, and tracking, has taught him some of the finer parts of not being noticed.
Traits/Special Gear:
Hunter in the Woods: Wrogan has been gifted by blood, from his Servitor father's purview of Nature, with the ability to blend into his surroundings exceptionally well from visual detection. When activated, this ability renders him partially transparent, making it quite difficult to see him when he is still, and somewhat more difficult to follow him when he is moving, compared to a normal person. Is limited by his stamina.
Ottalf: A bow claimed by Wrogan, from a particularly troublesome bounty. The bow's name, is part of the magebrand, "Eight Airs" being the literal translation. It is in reference to the speed that the bow can shoot an arrow, in loose terms. It is a high quality Magebranded bow from Mactia, that can double the speed of an arrow when fed magical energy. This not only extends the range of the bow, but also greatly increases its penetrating ability, and accuracy over shorter distances, due to the flatter trajectory of the arrow. When not powered, acts as any other well made war-bow (War-bows vs hunting bows. Higher draw weight being the primary difference)
Equipment:
Armour:
- Leather jack of plates (boiled leather hexagonal scales, sewn between several layers of fabric), over a light gambeson.
- Steel buckler.
Weapons:
- Ottalf: Magic bow.
- Backsword: Single-edged straight sword, with a strong knuckle guard.
- Sheperd's axe: Long hafted axe, with a light head, and a spiked haft.
- Outdoor Knife: An 8" bladed knife, simple, and single edged.
Gear:
Bedroll, rope, twine, spare bowstrings, water skins, camp pot.
Bio:
Wrogan was born with his identical twin, Bomag, by the Chief's second daughter, Murgas. She had been bedded by Gultar, God of Nature, and the clan praised her. As the twins grew they were treated as holy children, born of the God. Yet they found time away from the prying eyes, where Bomag was able to practice his magic, which he fueled by the sacrifice of animals. Animals that Wrogan helped to capture, and then watched their suffering in earnest as Bomag tortured them for his spells. They managed to keep Bomag's dark, and forbidden magic hidden from the clan until half way through their eighteenth year. Bomag had become powerful, exceedingly so, and Wrogan was becoming....concerned for his brother. Yet, when Bomag requested a new sacrifice, what he sought, was the daughter of the Shaman. A virgin within the tribe, and only 10 years old.
Wrogan captured her, and dragged her deep into the forest for the ritual, but when he realized what Bomag was doing...trying to find a way to ascend to Godhood, he realized that his brother was too dangerous to be allowed to continue. Yet, he could not kill his brother. To forcibly shut down the ritual, he killed the child. The Clan's Shaman arrived soon after, with a squad of warriors; he had used a locating spell to find his daughter, but arrived too late. The Clan's chief, sentenced them to death. White waiting for their death, imprisoned an shackled, they were branded as murderers, just in case they escaped.
On the day of the hanging, Wrogan remembers three things: Regret over his actions, the snap of the rope around his neck, and the White Crow that came to him as he struggled against death. Varia, the Goddess of the Crows came to him, and offered him a chance: If he truly regretted his actions, he could redeem himself and become her servitor. She warned him, that to redeem himself, he would have to perform a number of tasks in her name. The first rule however, was that he could never harm an innocent person. He could only take of nature's bounty for his needs, not his wants. To waste nothing, and to treat all with respect. The moment he agreed, the branch of the tree cracked, and then snapped apart with a booming thunder, dropping both him and his brother to the ground.
The avoided sentence of death was decreed an act of Gods, by the Clan. By Clan law, they were banished instead. Forbidden to return.
Wrogan's first trial, was to brand himself with the image of the White Crow. Since that day, he has accomplished several trials, and has forged himself into a bounty hunter, wildland guide. He had the scars of the hanging tattooed over, to express to all how he has died, and been reborn. Or perhaps that he has been punished for his past crimes. From the bounties he collects, he sends tribute to the clan's Shaman annually. He knows he can never return what he took from him, but he will honour his loss. Each annual tribute, comes with a list of murderers and criminals he has captured, and the crimes they have committed.
What is your character's motivation for being an adventurer and why did they take this job specifically?: Wrogan became an adventurer, by the circumstances of his life as a ranger: A warden of the forest, a guide on the roads, and hunter of criminals. Why was he drawn to the notice, and why did he take the job? Because a white feather directed him to it. It is a task he must complete, if he is to redeem himself.
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