Post by Loup De Agart on Jan 10, 2011 5:53:52 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Loup de Agart (also known as the Beast of Agart) Real name: Chavezs Beauterne
Race
Human – Cursed.
Age:
39
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Hunter/Trapper
Class
Martial Artist
Species Skill
Quick Learner: A 10% discount to Upgrades on magic and abilities.
Organisation:
None
Alignment
Neutral
Home Continent:
Mysidia, Agart region.
Personality:
Chavezs is more animal than man now, after having his personality and humanity stripped away by the Queen of the Forest. He is cunning and calculating as most predatory animals, a silent stalker of human meat. He speaks little, mostly responding in grunts, snorts and howls (assuredly). His reaction to people he does not wish to partake in a sampling of their flesh, is met with skittish hostility, much as any normal animal would respond. Yet, deep inside his mind there still resides that semblance of a man that yearns to be unlocked, if he can escape the voice of the Goddess, and manifests itself with his desire for a woman of Agart that he longs for yet cannot profess his affection in a manner suiting anything but an animal.
Appearance:
He’s a hunched, dirty, grizzled individual that is draped in miss-matched wolf furs. Most of his head is covered by a wolf’s head, what skin is exposed is tattooed with tribal stripes and designs of all sorts. He stands at 5’8”, not tall or short, but well adapt at moving through forests. His years amongst the trees, preying on animals and people like a rabid wolf, have made him adapt at moving both bipedal and quadruped. From a distance, even a short one, he appears like a wolf and can easily approach those who aren’t attentive to their surroundings.
Equipment:
Wolf’s Maw and Claw: A set item, constructed by Chavezs after befalling to the curse. It comprises of a forged metal contraption, like a bear trap, that’s crafted in the guise of a wolf’s head. It fits over his left hand and through a system of springs and hinges, can snap its metal jaw with powerful force, able to snap bone and rake flesh. Impressions left by the device look like that from an animal – it serves only in direct and Combat Ability based strikes and serves little use for normal combat purposes. Upon his right hand is strapped with a claw like weapon of metal that is strapped around the wrist and palm (similar in style to the Japanese “Tekko-kagi”). He has free use of his fingers but can strike an enemy's weapon or body with the blades and acts as his base slashing weapon.
Combat Abilities:
Slots are determined through race and class. If class or race doesn't add any additional slots then the base number is 1. Combat abilities are abilities that for the most deal physical damage or weaken the opponent in some way ( power break. However some combat abilities may be magic based. Combat abilities are created by you. At the start you may only create a level 1 combat ability(ies) - unless you are a Lucavi-. Each level of ability is stronger than the last. Level 1 being light damage, Level 2 being Medium, and level 3 being strong. Level 2 and 3 abilities can only be obtained by upgrading your current ones with gained experience.
- [li]Wolf’s Bite{Activated/Offensive}
With the Wolf's Maw, Chavezs lunges forward, springing himself towards an opponent with all his ferocious might. This attack intends to deal 1.2 damage by striking at a susceptible part of the opponents body, namely the neck. The quickness of the attack requires a 10% to dodge for the opponent.
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Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Magic is the power of the ancients, the ability to use the powers of the planet to heal or even to damage. Unlike combat abilities magic abilities cannot be made. Magic is premade and is listed under magic. At creation each character starts with a single magic slot, this is increased depending on race or class. A list of available magics is in the appropriate thread. Level 2 and 3 magic abilities can only be learned if you have the corresponding lower level spell.
Level 1 Slots
- Haste: 10% discount to dodge, blocking, and attacking word counts
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Summonings are powerful magical spirits that will aid your character in combat. You can't start with any. So leave this blank for now.
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
He’s more of a myth, a creature of local lore that is known to prey on women and children that wander alone near forests edge and is infamous around Agart as a serial killer and stalking horror – though is widely believed to be an actual wolf or were-creature of sorts. His true nature is far less fantastic - in certain ways.
Once a local huntsman, humble and meek, living by his means off the land. He hunted for food and money; making use of the creatures he killed skins as a marketable commodity. A unremarkable existence, more a mountain hermit, he rarely wandered into towns except to sell his wears and leave. His life then took a drastic turn hunting one mid-fall eve.
On a cold fall evening, Chavezs was tracking a pack of wolves deep in the farthest regions of the forest, one where few men have ever stepped foot. After several hours of tracking this most magnificent pack of wolves, largest he had ever seen and their pelt more glorious then the finest furs of kings, the trophy of a life-time. Cornering the small pack of three wolves against a rock-face, he took aim of his rifle and planted one shot into each of them, the breeding male, she-wolf, and pup. He proceeded then to field dress the bodies, oblivious to the anger brewing around him.
From the trees, a footfall became clear to his ears, just a soft disturbance in the dead fall and preceded its owner like black smoke. It sung in an intoxicating voice, sung that it was made of the trees of the forest, its bones the branches, its feet the trunks and its head the canopy whose fingers extend to the leaves. A spirit of the forest, its very queen, angered she was by the slaughter of her precious wolves. With the deed done, and the forests retributing nature, she sought to do the same to the trespassing human, yet, he pleaded for his life, bargaining on his knees to be spared and forgiven. The queen granted the huntsman’s request in a most foul way. She placed upon him a curse, La Malédiction du Loup. He became feral, wolf-like, a fog being placed over his humanity till he thought like a wolf, becoming a wolf in his own right. Guided by the curse and control of the queen, he turned away from his human ways, a satire, losing morals and ethics till he was a tool to be used by the queen to extract revenge on mankind for the death of her precious denizens of the forests.
For months, Chavezs plagued the countryside as Loup de Agart, attacking humans like prey and mauling them to death, though he never attacked their livestock, just men – mainly children and woman as they were easiest to pounce upon. As the locals became afraid, their hunts turning up nothing, they began to move further away from the forest and mountains, forcing Chavezs to move farther and farther away from the forest to stalk prey and inversely, slowly drifting away from the queen’s influence, till she was little more than a quiet whisper in the back of his head. Soon, the fog lifted enough that he broke free from the queen’s influence and with the locals hot on his trail, he fled the countryside. Now, with the curse still upon him but the queen’s influence gone, he roams the lands like – well, a lone wolf, stalking prey and people like some-sort of blood sport.
RP sample:
”Oh silent sleeper, I’ve been inside your bedroom while you rest for forty winks but now I must satisfy my love for you from beyond the windowpane. I’m a killer, so cold and wrathful; I’ve murdered half the village and left you love notes on their headstones… I must have you; I’ll fill the graveyards until I do. When you walk among the pines with the moonlight, I can smell your softness, making me carnivorous and lusting to track down your pale perfection. I want to stuff you into my mouth, hold you down and tear you open and live inside you and I’ll hold your beating chambers until they beat no more. Oh, but love I’d never hurt you.”
Silent scratches on the windowpane leave little sign of his presence outside while he watched the beauty undress, unaware of his affection for her creamy flesh. Desires set on high, out of reach seemingly for a creature such as him, subjected to a life of voyeurism because of that terrible affliction from a terrible entity. Longing that she could know of his presence and desire for her, but for now, here he’ll stand, scratching at her window, shrouded by the dark.
Now come the baying of the hounds, the watchful men and their guns patrolling the moonlit night signaling he must depart, for he had killed again, shamefully slaughtered a child returning from the fields. A beast must eat though and a beast he is and nothing is as delectable as the flesh from a babe, so blame him not for his uncontrollable hunger. Quickly he turned from the window with one last long look and made haste his departure for the woodline with the hounds nipping at his heels and bullets grazing his fur and flesh. Foolish mutts dare follow him inside find their baying met with my howl and they shall never again leave the territory claimed as his own.
Name:
Loup de Agart (also known as the Beast of Agart) Real name: Chavezs Beauterne
Race
Human – Cursed.
Age:
39
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Hunter/Trapper
Class
Martial Artist
Species Skill
Quick Learner: A 10% discount to Upgrades on magic and abilities.
Organisation:
None
Alignment
Neutral
Home Continent:
Mysidia, Agart region.
Personality:
Chavezs is more animal than man now, after having his personality and humanity stripped away by the Queen of the Forest. He is cunning and calculating as most predatory animals, a silent stalker of human meat. He speaks little, mostly responding in grunts, snorts and howls (assuredly). His reaction to people he does not wish to partake in a sampling of their flesh, is met with skittish hostility, much as any normal animal would respond. Yet, deep inside his mind there still resides that semblance of a man that yearns to be unlocked, if he can escape the voice of the Goddess, and manifests itself with his desire for a woman of Agart that he longs for yet cannot profess his affection in a manner suiting anything but an animal.
Appearance:
He’s a hunched, dirty, grizzled individual that is draped in miss-matched wolf furs. Most of his head is covered by a wolf’s head, what skin is exposed is tattooed with tribal stripes and designs of all sorts. He stands at 5’8”, not tall or short, but well adapt at moving through forests. His years amongst the trees, preying on animals and people like a rabid wolf, have made him adapt at moving both bipedal and quadruped. From a distance, even a short one, he appears like a wolf and can easily approach those who aren’t attentive to their surroundings.
Equipment:
Wolf’s Maw and Claw: A set item, constructed by Chavezs after befalling to the curse. It comprises of a forged metal contraption, like a bear trap, that’s crafted in the guise of a wolf’s head. It fits over his left hand and through a system of springs and hinges, can snap its metal jaw with powerful force, able to snap bone and rake flesh. Impressions left by the device look like that from an animal – it serves only in direct and Combat Ability based strikes and serves little use for normal combat purposes. Upon his right hand is strapped with a claw like weapon of metal that is strapped around the wrist and palm (similar in style to the Japanese “Tekko-kagi”). He has free use of his fingers but can strike an enemy's weapon or body with the blades and acts as his base slashing weapon.
Combat Abilities:
Slots are determined through race and class. If class or race doesn't add any additional slots then the base number is 1. Combat abilities are abilities that for the most deal physical damage or weaken the opponent in some way ( power break. However some combat abilities may be magic based. Combat abilities are created by you. At the start you may only create a level 1 combat ability(ies) - unless you are a Lucavi-. Each level of ability is stronger than the last. Level 1 being light damage, Level 2 being Medium, and level 3 being strong. Level 2 and 3 abilities can only be obtained by upgrading your current ones with gained experience.
- [li]Wolf’s Bite{Activated/Offensive}
With the Wolf's Maw, Chavezs lunges forward, springing himself towards an opponent with all his ferocious might. This attack intends to deal 1.2 damage by striking at a susceptible part of the opponents body, namely the neck. The quickness of the attack requires a 10% to dodge for the opponent.
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Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Magic is the power of the ancients, the ability to use the powers of the planet to heal or even to damage. Unlike combat abilities magic abilities cannot be made. Magic is premade and is listed under magic. At creation each character starts with a single magic slot, this is increased depending on race or class. A list of available magics is in the appropriate thread. Level 2 and 3 magic abilities can only be learned if you have the corresponding lower level spell.
Level 1 Slots
- Haste: 10% discount to dodge, blocking, and attacking word counts
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Summonings are powerful magical spirits that will aid your character in combat. You can't start with any. So leave this blank for now.
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
He’s more of a myth, a creature of local lore that is known to prey on women and children that wander alone near forests edge and is infamous around Agart as a serial killer and stalking horror – though is widely believed to be an actual wolf or were-creature of sorts. His true nature is far less fantastic - in certain ways.
Once a local huntsman, humble and meek, living by his means off the land. He hunted for food and money; making use of the creatures he killed skins as a marketable commodity. A unremarkable existence, more a mountain hermit, he rarely wandered into towns except to sell his wears and leave. His life then took a drastic turn hunting one mid-fall eve.
On a cold fall evening, Chavezs was tracking a pack of wolves deep in the farthest regions of the forest, one where few men have ever stepped foot. After several hours of tracking this most magnificent pack of wolves, largest he had ever seen and their pelt more glorious then the finest furs of kings, the trophy of a life-time. Cornering the small pack of three wolves against a rock-face, he took aim of his rifle and planted one shot into each of them, the breeding male, she-wolf, and pup. He proceeded then to field dress the bodies, oblivious to the anger brewing around him.
From the trees, a footfall became clear to his ears, just a soft disturbance in the dead fall and preceded its owner like black smoke. It sung in an intoxicating voice, sung that it was made of the trees of the forest, its bones the branches, its feet the trunks and its head the canopy whose fingers extend to the leaves. A spirit of the forest, its very queen, angered she was by the slaughter of her precious wolves. With the deed done, and the forests retributing nature, she sought to do the same to the trespassing human, yet, he pleaded for his life, bargaining on his knees to be spared and forgiven. The queen granted the huntsman’s request in a most foul way. She placed upon him a curse, La Malédiction du Loup. He became feral, wolf-like, a fog being placed over his humanity till he thought like a wolf, becoming a wolf in his own right. Guided by the curse and control of the queen, he turned away from his human ways, a satire, losing morals and ethics till he was a tool to be used by the queen to extract revenge on mankind for the death of her precious denizens of the forests.
For months, Chavezs plagued the countryside as Loup de Agart, attacking humans like prey and mauling them to death, though he never attacked their livestock, just men – mainly children and woman as they were easiest to pounce upon. As the locals became afraid, their hunts turning up nothing, they began to move further away from the forest and mountains, forcing Chavezs to move farther and farther away from the forest to stalk prey and inversely, slowly drifting away from the queen’s influence, till she was little more than a quiet whisper in the back of his head. Soon, the fog lifted enough that he broke free from the queen’s influence and with the locals hot on his trail, he fled the countryside. Now, with the curse still upon him but the queen’s influence gone, he roams the lands like – well, a lone wolf, stalking prey and people like some-sort of blood sport.
RP sample:
”Oh silent sleeper, I’ve been inside your bedroom while you rest for forty winks but now I must satisfy my love for you from beyond the windowpane. I’m a killer, so cold and wrathful; I’ve murdered half the village and left you love notes on their headstones… I must have you; I’ll fill the graveyards until I do. When you walk among the pines with the moonlight, I can smell your softness, making me carnivorous and lusting to track down your pale perfection. I want to stuff you into my mouth, hold you down and tear you open and live inside you and I’ll hold your beating chambers until they beat no more. Oh, but love I’d never hurt you.”
Silent scratches on the windowpane leave little sign of his presence outside while he watched the beauty undress, unaware of his affection for her creamy flesh. Desires set on high, out of reach seemingly for a creature such as him, subjected to a life of voyeurism because of that terrible affliction from a terrible entity. Longing that she could know of his presence and desire for her, but for now, here he’ll stand, scratching at her window, shrouded by the dark.
Now come the baying of the hounds, the watchful men and their guns patrolling the moonlit night signaling he must depart, for he had killed again, shamefully slaughtered a child returning from the fields. A beast must eat though and a beast he is and nothing is as delectable as the flesh from a babe, so blame him not for his uncontrollable hunger. Quickly he turned from the window with one last long look and made haste his departure for the woodline with the hounds nipping at his heels and bullets grazing his fur and flesh. Foolish mutts dare follow him inside find their baying met with my howl and they shall never again leave the territory claimed as his own.
