Mucho welcome!
You know what? I'm not doing it.
Dat shizzle be sum' pretty wack-ass chicken n' gravy, yo.
Hey! Welcome \o/ Rant the Sand Rat
Name:
Rant Mouse
Age:
68/27.2% of lifespan
Gender:
Male
Race:
Sand Rat
Race Description:
Sand Rat's are a simple species coming in various shapes and sizes, but only few colors. Most Sand Rats' fur are light brown or brown, but there are cases of black fur. They have large ears that droop down and tails that resemble a deer's more than a mouse's or rat's. The Sand Rat's also have a hidden strength that would be considered superhuman to the outside world. A child born from the species could lift two hundred pounds by age eleven. Sand Rat's do not bear anything, but a first name and thus sign documents with the last name "Mouse" and middle initial "T". A male Sand Rat's apparel usually consists of no shirt, pants, gloves, and shoes. Female Sand Rat's are usually in overalls with a cropped shirt and shoes.
A Sand Rat's lifespan varries from 100 - 250 years. They'll keep a young teen like physique (depending on their lifespan) until ages 20 - 110 and gain an old man look around ages 80 - 210. The Sand Rat's nose is not as sensitive as it may seem. Their nose is only able to sniff out scents two times more potent than a human. A Sand Rat's hearing however is exceptional.
Rant Specific Race Info:
Rant can lift up to 1 quarter ton(560 pounds), His comfortable lifting weight is 372 pounds past this he will only continue to struggle more. His lifespan is 250 years.
Personality:
Rant does not care for much being that he was a distinguished bounty hunter before being dragged into the Endless Dungeon. He lives for the thrill of fighting and the joy of loot. Normally seen as rude or even rather villainous, Rant hates most people and things. Despite his front to hide his warm heart Rant has a deep love for life and respect for people that prove themselves as brave and virtuous.
Biography:
Rant is from the Plut Wastes, a nation more commonly known as Sand City. Sand City is a land buried beneath the ground. Various access points are scattered throughout the Plut desert each covered by a heavy Sand Plate that must be lifted by the Watchers to enter or exit. The Watchers are the strongest of the species in every aspect and thus are given the honor of guarding their main defense against the outside world. The nation was like a hive and so everywhere you went was family or somewhere to sleep. Crime wasn't a common thing, but because of this when it did happen it was usually a large scale event. This brought on the need of bounty hunters to deal with the threats. This is how Rant became one of those hunters.
Rant loved the top side and often ventured out to explore it, but it was nothing but sand for miles. Often he would run to the top of sand dunes and squint to get a glimpse of a top side civilization on the horizon. He would sit in wonder thinking about the many treasures they must've had and the brave swordsmen who fought for their king. He did this routine regularly and was often forced to burrow from sandstorms. This routine made him into an excellent digger a skill highly valued in the expansion industry, but he had only one goal and that was to get to the city on the horizon.
When Rant decided to venture out he said goodbye to his immediate community and took only a bag containing supplies to reach the city on the horizon. Rant spent days walking towards it often taking refuge in distant underground villages from the storms. He finally reached the city after one week, but during nightfall. He sought shelter, but the people here were not as generous as his community had been to him. Rant slept out in the open against a shops building in exchange for guarding it. They handed him a metal circle with a man's face on it. It was new to him and he later came to the realization that it was currency and stuffed it into his belt.
Rant slept outside keeping watch of the man's shop for a long month. During this month many tried to break in, it was so new to see a criminals this active. He talked to the nice man about it and he returned an equally puzzled look to Rant. The man explained the situation of the land and for the first time Rant was angry. The king had been using funds to excavate a mine full of precious ore. The ore was only used to better the high ranking people of the nation. Rant's dream of the city on the horizon that sparkled in his eyes turned out to be the greed of a king.
Rant decided to take the situation in his own hands and talked to the man more about the king's intentions. It turned out that his shop was a key shop and that he designed the various locks and traps that guard the ores. Puzzled by the need of traps Rant inquired further and was told of the guardians of the ore. Rant knew these guardians when he described them. He corrected the man, telling him that the guardians are actually one being dividing itself. A Golem guarded the cave and to be drove so far back and kept at bay he must be dividing himself to stop the men without taking much damage himself.
Rant took it upon himself to learn the man's trade. First puzzled by the gadgets and gizmos, but soon he practiced the art to a feasible level. Enough to fight idiots such as these he thought. He said his goodbyes once again and set out to seize the cave single-handedly. When he arrived at the cave they were still excavating and he couldn't find a way in. Eventually after sitting around for hours the guards loosened and a horn signaled a day's end. Rant jolted up and observed. When he saw there was no one he ran to the cave under the cover of night. The first couple of doors were easy enough to knock down with his hands, but eventually they got more resistant and colorful. The ore he thought to himself as he picked the locks. Being careless he ran into multiple traps, but luckily they were most often crushing weights that he could shove to the side before being squished. Then he came across explosives and was knocked out. When he woke a large metal creature loomed over him.
It had no mouth, but spoke to him. It said he could've died, but he saved him. Rant saw the magnificence in the creature, but a flame began to harbor in his heart at the same time. He began to grow a hate for those around him. Very few people top side proved to be reasonable allies and they showed ruthlessness and deadly cunning. The Golem saw this and calmed his mind and Rant's thoughts subsided for the Golem's guidance. He showed him both sides to all beings including his own people. Rant came to and thanked the Golem. He lead the being out of the cave. When they reached the outside the Rant was amazed. He never knew of the magical traps within and the Golem easily tore them to shreds. Rant was also amazed that he'd actually accomplished the feat of taking the cave back.
Together they subdued the men. The Golem showed them what he did Rant and Rant sent them back with a message; I'll be watching. After the event the Golem presented Rant with a gift, a badge given to him by one of his kind. The badge of a bounty hunter. Of course it was outdated and beaten, but Rant was honored anyway. The path of a bounty hunter was not one he'd ever considered. When Rant left the Golem gave him a present, a way of keeping in touch with him and the city on the horizon had at the very least gained a more stable economy because of him. The key master would tell stories of Rant until his old age, they were a bit modified when they reached Rant's ears years later.
Rant has met many mythical beings and armies. He has helped a great deal of people and rewards seemed to come his way with every turn. He started to develop a more self-conceited attitude. With the appearance of the Endless Dungeon Rant was called once more by a black dragon to venture within. Rant denied the request at first, but when the beast told him of its endless treasures Rant's attitude changed. The beast dismissed him immediately and Rant was confused. A friend that he had not spoken to in years then awoke to tell him that his cave had been invaded yet again and this time they gunned for the Golem with weapons made from his ore. The Golem's spirit dissipated that day.
More time passes and Rant remains silent. He had not been active in the longest time, but was confronted by the last rare creature he would see. A kitsune, large and with nine tails illuminated by blue fire. This spirit came to Rant with a message one that would change his personality for the better and permanently. Rant decided to challenge this dungeon, but not for anyone. Rant challenged the dungeon to regain the self he once had long ago. Rant said farewell to the spirit and set out for a party to help him on his mission.
Stats:
Power - vvvvv
Dexterity - x
Agility - vvv
Constitution - vv
Magic - x
Health - vvv
Abilities:
Picking Locks
Setting/Disabling Traps
Abnormal Strength
Did you kill at least one sentient, humanoid being?
No
I'll honestly don't know and by now I don't even want to know. But hey more players just means I fell less bad about killing some off :3c
I don't even remember your spell names, suck that! And while writing this very letters I am way too lazy to check.
I love you, I am sooo tempted to change the current stats to what they are called there!
Alright, just shoot me that PM for his reason to enter or whatever and you are good to go!
Pfff, you're just here to get those free ratings, aren't you!
Alright, I misunderstood then, just change the other part I told you about and it should be okay.
Throw a coin, I always tip on tails :3
Did you also tone down on the mentioning of all dem mythical and powerful creatures and stuff?
Something along the lines of "Look at this scrub, doing posts and stuff for other roleplays but not for yours! Like *insert example here*"? I mean if I recall he hasn't even posted here :V
