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12-15-08, 05:44 PM
Name: Grunt
Age: 73
Gender: Male
Race: Satuul demon
Appearance:Approximately 4’ in height, Grunt rarely stands at his full height and so generally appears shorter than he really is. He has a slender, sturdy frame and, like all wild animals, has developed a lithe musculature, making him both stronger and more agile than is evident at first sight. He walks or runs on the balls of his sharply taloned feet and has adapted to being either upright or on all fours, supporting his upper body with his knuckles when he does; thus protecting his long fingers from being hurt and keeping his claws sharp. Grunt’s skin is thick and dark, well suited to blending into shadows and surprisingly resistant to heat, cold or sharp things, the palm of his hands and the pads of his four-jointed fingers are more sensitive. Much of his body is covered in scars, some large, some small, from tussles with his sister or other members of his tribe, or from mistakes when he was hunting.
In the traditional manner of a Satuul male, Grunt’s black hair is shaved into a mohawk that adds roughly two inches to his height and he grows it long at the back, almost to his waist. He keeps it clean and as tidy as he possibly can. Not to say that there’s nothing in it... For he often braids small things into it, like pieces of bone or antler, bits of string or rocks he’s drilled holes in and sometimes made into useful tools. These decorations can change depending on his mood or current need, but they are generally an eclectic collection.
With a broad forehead and wide cheeks, Grunt’s eyes, large, round and tilted inwards, don’t appear too big for his face. They are a pale, golden colour that is readily visible against his darker skin and, as a predator; the pupils tend to glow in the shadows. His nose is small and flattened outwards a little, bringing his jaw forward to form a short, blunt muzzle of sorts, which is quite conveniently full of sharp teeth made for ripping and tearing. His upper canines are almost an inch and a half long, creating a faint bulge in his lips where they pass over them and giving his snarls a fearsome menace. The left canine is chipped, but not broken, and has an easily visible dent. His ears, situated on either side of his face, have a longer tip that narrows gradually into a point near the back of his skull and can be perked up or forward to better catch any sound.
Personality: Blunt and brusque in both speech and action, Grunt tends to use the quicker methods of getting his point across. So he isn’t the best of company at any time, preferring to treat others as he would like to treat them, which isn’t always kindly. Wary of strangers and cautious of natural dangers, he is always alert, with his attentions divided between whatever he is doing and his surroundings, which might explain why he doesn’t think he has time for complex speech. But his thoughts follow a far slower pattern, seemingly turning themselves over again and again if he is considering something at length, though he can quickly revert to instinct or routine in order to react without the need to think things through.
Something of an artist, a primitive one at least, Grunt quite enjoys making things, whether they are weapons, designs and carvings or just strange things that are really fun to rip apart once they’re finished. He could easily spend hours at such tasks, and does if it is necessary, though sometimes if he is getting too frustrated with his attempts he’ll sudden break off and find something else to do. Usually something at least a little destructive. Grunt has a quick, decisive anger that is easily roused, but rarely culminates in anything dangerous, mostly just snarls and a kind of childish tantrum that finishes just as abruptly as it began. He hardly ever gets into a worse mood, and it takes an awful lot of provocation, although it can all come in one go, to get him furious enough to attack outright.
He enjoys a good rough and tumble play fight whenever the chance presents itself and is always ready to engage in mock battle with anyone willing to join in. Grunt likes exploring new places, just so long as he knows they are safe, and can get distracted easily by something that he considers pretty or fascinating. It could be natural, man-made or otherwise, and, if he remembers it, he might even try to copy it in some way.
History: Born a twin, as most of his kind are, Grunt was raised with his sister in the Satuula ways. Right from the beginning they learned the dangers of their world, like fire or floods, tribeless Satuula or larger predators. They learned how to hunt their prey, together or alone, stalking deer or rabbits within the woods or slinking at night among the small shelters of the humans they sometimes chose as an easy food source. For the first ten years of his life, Grunt had no name and never went beyond his mother’s sight.
It was his sister who named him, calling him Grunt because he was forever expressing himself by grunting. And he, who’d had his food or some interesting trinket grabbed away once too often, called his sister Snatch. They took the words from the human language they’d developed a rudimentary grasp of over the years and are perfectly content with them.
As he grew, and he still isn’t fully grown yet, Grunt’s interest in making things changed to a gradual knowledge of how he could make them as others in the tribe taught him those skills he wanted to know. His days were taken up by hunting, playing and learning the ways of his tribe and his race. And so it went until thirty or so more years had passed and the others considered them old enough to live independently. They were still a part of the tribe, but could come and go as they pleased. In fact, they were expected to travel to other territories since there was no danger to themselves, among the Satuula at least, as they were still too small to be considered much of a threat. And because they were young, the adults of those other tribes taught them what they didn’t already know. Just as their tribe had shared their knowledge with other youths who wandered into their home.
Eventually, they just travelled too far and could never find the time to go back.
Weapons: Naturally armed with sharp teeth within a jaw as strong as a hyena’s, claws on his fingers and talons on his toes.
A small stone knife, approximately six inches in length that he carved himself, with a serrated, hair-thin edge from the flaking that shaped it. It is made of black tila stone* and is bound to a short hilt made of antler just long enough to wrap his hand around. He carries it via a sheath that he cut into the skin of his right calf very carefully. The outer layer hardened around the knife when he rubbed his blood into it and the inner layer has healed so that when he has no more need of it, he can simply cut the dead, outer skin loose.
He does have several short bone and antler spikes knotted or braided into his hair that he could use when in close quarters, to try to pry away armour or maybe deflect a blow he isn’t strong enough to stop.
Grunt would also make good use of whatever he could find in his surroundings, either as something to bash people with or to throw it at them, whether or not it has a more sophisticated purpose.
Armour: His armour is naturally provided in the form of his skin, which is an inch thick and fairly dense on the surface. The nerve endings there are of the most minimum amount required in order to feel a heavy touch and only a small amount of blood flows through it. He doesn’t wear any form of clothing though, so he has no other armour. It is approximately 5 on the Mohs scale.
Skills & Abilities: As a natural predator, Grunt is well versed in most hunting techniques; tracking, stalking, ambushing and killing being the general list. In most instances where stealth is required, he would be perfectly capable of keeping quiet and undetected, although because his skin is so hard, he could brush against something and create more noise than he intended. His quick reactions (3x speed of humans) allow him to have a great sense of balance and a good agility that ensures he’ll keep his footing, or regain it quickly, in almost any situation.
Heightened senses- his sight is about equal to a human’s during the day, but he sees the world in the same manner as a cat at night / his sense of smell is 5x stronger than a human’s / his hearing is 3x that of a human
Understands most animals and can communicate back through use of body language, it is a very simple communication
If it was necessary, he could hold his breath for up to fifteen minutes, though the time drastically decreases the more active he is, since it takes a lot of oxygen to make muscles work. If he was only submerging himself in cold water fifteen minutes is do-able, swimming slowly and it shortens to ten or twelve, and so on.
Satuul blood has several strange properties, the first being that it hardens some material it comes against when exposed to the air. Such as Satuul skin or tila. So Satuula often use it to create hard patterns, which become a rich, fairly dark red, on themselves; sometimes for extra protection, sometimes just for the fun of it. It also changes its thickness very fast, and so, on untended wounds, will begin to coagulate within seconds and can have clotted all but the most major cuts and scrapes in a few minutes, which ensures that Satuula cannot be easily bled to death. It isn’t even a sure thing that cutting the jugular or other large arteries will kill them, although if they do survive, they would most certainly be extremely weak and not up to much.
“If things are getting decidedly desperate in a fight or a hunt, female Satuula can make a certain sound, much like a cougar’s scream, that has the bizarre and useful tendency to make Satuul males go berserk when they hear it. Males have described it as making them believe that their loved ones are being cruelly murdered and they can do nothing about it. Naturally this makes them mad... though insane would be a better description of it.” Copied from Triv’s bio since I was having trouble explaining it... This makes Grunt 2x as strong as he usually is and far more reckless than he normally would be, taking away much of his reasoning capacity.
*tila stone is a material from his world that has roughly the same strength and properties as flint, but has reacted with their blood to become much harder and far more durable. Around 8.5-9 on the Mohs scale
Age: 73
Gender: Male
Race: Satuul demon
Appearance:Approximately 4’ in height, Grunt rarely stands at his full height and so generally appears shorter than he really is. He has a slender, sturdy frame and, like all wild animals, has developed a lithe musculature, making him both stronger and more agile than is evident at first sight. He walks or runs on the balls of his sharply taloned feet and has adapted to being either upright or on all fours, supporting his upper body with his knuckles when he does; thus protecting his long fingers from being hurt and keeping his claws sharp. Grunt’s skin is thick and dark, well suited to blending into shadows and surprisingly resistant to heat, cold or sharp things, the palm of his hands and the pads of his four-jointed fingers are more sensitive. Much of his body is covered in scars, some large, some small, from tussles with his sister or other members of his tribe, or from mistakes when he was hunting.
In the traditional manner of a Satuul male, Grunt’s black hair is shaved into a mohawk that adds roughly two inches to his height and he grows it long at the back, almost to his waist. He keeps it clean and as tidy as he possibly can. Not to say that there’s nothing in it... For he often braids small things into it, like pieces of bone or antler, bits of string or rocks he’s drilled holes in and sometimes made into useful tools. These decorations can change depending on his mood or current need, but they are generally an eclectic collection.
With a broad forehead and wide cheeks, Grunt’s eyes, large, round and tilted inwards, don’t appear too big for his face. They are a pale, golden colour that is readily visible against his darker skin and, as a predator; the pupils tend to glow in the shadows. His nose is small and flattened outwards a little, bringing his jaw forward to form a short, blunt muzzle of sorts, which is quite conveniently full of sharp teeth made for ripping and tearing. His upper canines are almost an inch and a half long, creating a faint bulge in his lips where they pass over them and giving his snarls a fearsome menace. The left canine is chipped, but not broken, and has an easily visible dent. His ears, situated on either side of his face, have a longer tip that narrows gradually into a point near the back of his skull and can be perked up or forward to better catch any sound.
Personality: Blunt and brusque in both speech and action, Grunt tends to use the quicker methods of getting his point across. So he isn’t the best of company at any time, preferring to treat others as he would like to treat them, which isn’t always kindly. Wary of strangers and cautious of natural dangers, he is always alert, with his attentions divided between whatever he is doing and his surroundings, which might explain why he doesn’t think he has time for complex speech. But his thoughts follow a far slower pattern, seemingly turning themselves over again and again if he is considering something at length, though he can quickly revert to instinct or routine in order to react without the need to think things through.
Something of an artist, a primitive one at least, Grunt quite enjoys making things, whether they are weapons, designs and carvings or just strange things that are really fun to rip apart once they’re finished. He could easily spend hours at such tasks, and does if it is necessary, though sometimes if he is getting too frustrated with his attempts he’ll sudden break off and find something else to do. Usually something at least a little destructive. Grunt has a quick, decisive anger that is easily roused, but rarely culminates in anything dangerous, mostly just snarls and a kind of childish tantrum that finishes just as abruptly as it began. He hardly ever gets into a worse mood, and it takes an awful lot of provocation, although it can all come in one go, to get him furious enough to attack outright.
He enjoys a good rough and tumble play fight whenever the chance presents itself and is always ready to engage in mock battle with anyone willing to join in. Grunt likes exploring new places, just so long as he knows they are safe, and can get distracted easily by something that he considers pretty or fascinating. It could be natural, man-made or otherwise, and, if he remembers it, he might even try to copy it in some way.
History: Born a twin, as most of his kind are, Grunt was raised with his sister in the Satuula ways. Right from the beginning they learned the dangers of their world, like fire or floods, tribeless Satuula or larger predators. They learned how to hunt their prey, together or alone, stalking deer or rabbits within the woods or slinking at night among the small shelters of the humans they sometimes chose as an easy food source. For the first ten years of his life, Grunt had no name and never went beyond his mother’s sight.
It was his sister who named him, calling him Grunt because he was forever expressing himself by grunting. And he, who’d had his food or some interesting trinket grabbed away once too often, called his sister Snatch. They took the words from the human language they’d developed a rudimentary grasp of over the years and are perfectly content with them.
As he grew, and he still isn’t fully grown yet, Grunt’s interest in making things changed to a gradual knowledge of how he could make them as others in the tribe taught him those skills he wanted to know. His days were taken up by hunting, playing and learning the ways of his tribe and his race. And so it went until thirty or so more years had passed and the others considered them old enough to live independently. They were still a part of the tribe, but could come and go as they pleased. In fact, they were expected to travel to other territories since there was no danger to themselves, among the Satuula at least, as they were still too small to be considered much of a threat. And because they were young, the adults of those other tribes taught them what they didn’t already know. Just as their tribe had shared their knowledge with other youths who wandered into their home.
Eventually, they just travelled too far and could never find the time to go back.
Weapons: Naturally armed with sharp teeth within a jaw as strong as a hyena’s, claws on his fingers and talons on his toes.
A small stone knife, approximately six inches in length that he carved himself, with a serrated, hair-thin edge from the flaking that shaped it. It is made of black tila stone* and is bound to a short hilt made of antler just long enough to wrap his hand around. He carries it via a sheath that he cut into the skin of his right calf very carefully. The outer layer hardened around the knife when he rubbed his blood into it and the inner layer has healed so that when he has no more need of it, he can simply cut the dead, outer skin loose.
He does have several short bone and antler spikes knotted or braided into his hair that he could use when in close quarters, to try to pry away armour or maybe deflect a blow he isn’t strong enough to stop.
Grunt would also make good use of whatever he could find in his surroundings, either as something to bash people with or to throw it at them, whether or not it has a more sophisticated purpose.
Armour: His armour is naturally provided in the form of his skin, which is an inch thick and fairly dense on the surface. The nerve endings there are of the most minimum amount required in order to feel a heavy touch and only a small amount of blood flows through it. He doesn’t wear any form of clothing though, so he has no other armour. It is approximately 5 on the Mohs scale.
Skills & Abilities: As a natural predator, Grunt is well versed in most hunting techniques; tracking, stalking, ambushing and killing being the general list. In most instances where stealth is required, he would be perfectly capable of keeping quiet and undetected, although because his skin is so hard, he could brush against something and create more noise than he intended. His quick reactions (3x speed of humans) allow him to have a great sense of balance and a good agility that ensures he’ll keep his footing, or regain it quickly, in almost any situation.
Heightened senses- his sight is about equal to a human’s during the day, but he sees the world in the same manner as a cat at night / his sense of smell is 5x stronger than a human’s / his hearing is 3x that of a human
Understands most animals and can communicate back through use of body language, it is a very simple communication
If it was necessary, he could hold his breath for up to fifteen minutes, though the time drastically decreases the more active he is, since it takes a lot of oxygen to make muscles work. If he was only submerging himself in cold water fifteen minutes is do-able, swimming slowly and it shortens to ten or twelve, and so on.
Satuul blood has several strange properties, the first being that it hardens some material it comes against when exposed to the air. Such as Satuul skin or tila. So Satuula often use it to create hard patterns, which become a rich, fairly dark red, on themselves; sometimes for extra protection, sometimes just for the fun of it. It also changes its thickness very fast, and so, on untended wounds, will begin to coagulate within seconds and can have clotted all but the most major cuts and scrapes in a few minutes, which ensures that Satuula cannot be easily bled to death. It isn’t even a sure thing that cutting the jugular or other large arteries will kill them, although if they do survive, they would most certainly be extremely weak and not up to much.
“If things are getting decidedly desperate in a fight or a hunt, female Satuula can make a certain sound, much like a cougar’s scream, that has the bizarre and useful tendency to make Satuul males go berserk when they hear it. Males have described it as making them believe that their loved ones are being cruelly murdered and they can do nothing about it. Naturally this makes them mad... though insane would be a better description of it.” Copied from Triv’s bio since I was having trouble explaining it... This makes Grunt 2x as strong as he usually is and far more reckless than he normally would be, taking away much of his reasoning capacity.
*tila stone is a material from his world that has roughly the same strength and properties as flint, but has reacted with their blood to become much harder and far more durable. Around 8.5-9 on the Mohs scale