Cerock
01-30-15, 12:18 AM
Name: Cerock Haemorrhagia
Age: 27
Race: Drakari (Claw Caste)
Hair Color: Dark Brown (#1F0A00)
Eye Color: Ambeer (#CC5200)
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 250lb’s (An additional few tens of pounds accounted for scales and thicker bone density)
Occupation: Blacksmith
Personality: Kind hearted but hidden behind a tough exterior. Very distrusting of others until they have proven themselves loyal or trustworthy. Cerock will open himself up to others slowly and will eventually become very loyal and protective of friends. Highly protective of property and hesitant to hand out his own belongings to individuals, even those who have gained their trust. Can become very short tempered if in a poor situation or if being cheated, will not hesitate to resort to violence but prefers to keep things less hot blooded. A bit lonesome at times, he prefers solitude rather than being accompanied by people he can’t trust even if it leaves him feeling lonely or abandoned. He desires to meet love but due to his untrusting personality has trouble opening up to people first or approaching people in general.
Appearance: Hair is short length, bangs down to right above his eyebrows. Hair like a regular human, not lacking in hair like others of his kind. Hair has a rugged appearance, thick and layered like that of a well-kept man. Cerock has strong facial features, round and thick edges giving a very masculine appearance. He tries to make sure he is strong and sturdy, his figure well-built and athletically muscular. Being of the claw caste he has scales of an amber brown color (somewhat of a mix between his hair and eye color) that cover quite a bit of his body, though nowhere near that of the higher castes such as the wing or flame caste. The scales cover many different sections on his body, from fingertips all the way along up and across his shoulders, covering his pectorals and down across his abdomen and around his backside, almost imitating that of an open armor. His scales wrap around his legs covering down across his feet keeping them well protected. His head has stayed mostly clear of the growth of scales, covering up from his neck up across his cheeks and jawline. Cerock’s Right cheek bears a long scare starting from the top of his right eye and cutting down across the cheek line and stopping short of the corner of his lips. The skin on his body not covered by his scales has a well-toned color to it, giving him a tanned appearance. Cerock being Drakari has short sharp claws protruding from his fingers similarly to fingernails. The claws are that of an iron tier, more so like daggers than that of a simple animal such as a bear.
History: Cerock as far as anyone can figure out was born in the land of Dhethain as that was where he was found as a child. Twenty years ago a young upstart merchant couple in their thirties had been sailing back and forth from the port city of Etheria and different parts of Dhethain trying to start a new trade route and make a fortune on new business with the natives of the land. On one particular trip they had found the child at the age of what the thought to be around six or seven rummaging around the forests covered in dirt from head to toe searching for food. The Wife had instantly fallen in love with the child, heart broken by his abandoned state her and her husband took him in, surprised to find a Drakari roaming around on his own. Cerock originally has distrust of the two merchants as a child but they offered him food and a home so he had little choice but to accept. As the years passed the merchant couple’s business would begin to fail and Cerock would be needed to help keep his family from the brink of starvation. Six years he had spent with them, now what they decided to be the age of 13 he felt indebted to them and had begun to care about their well-being quite dearly. He set off to find work nearby the town of Etheria and found his claim with an old blacksmith who needed help around his shop. Cerock would commute daily back and forth from his home and the shop learning slowly and getting paid well by his new master. He worked hard to help feed his family and was able to learn a lot in the coming 4 years. He picked up basic blacksmithing from his master and sword fighting from some of the loyal customers who stopped by often. He had taken a liking to heavy swords. He lived happily working hard and earning his keep in this world, supporting his family and himself… Until the corpse war happened. As the undead were unleashed on the land during this horrible time the towns and areas surrounding were in chaos. Cerock was ordered by his parents to stay at home and watch the homestead as they had decided they could trade weapons with nearby towns to help aid in the battle. Only months later did he hear the news that his parents were slain passing through a town they had not realized was already ruined. Cerock was devastated and was alone in this world except for his master whom had tought him blacksmithing. The old man had grown weary and old and was nearing his time as well. Cerock took over the blacksmithing shop, using the minimal knowledge he could to forge crude requests and keep the business running for the while being. This was all he had left now and he refused to let it go. This time he spent keeping his master’s business would be short lived. This time continued for another five years, reaching the age of 22. On a dark night his home he had been sharing with his master since his parents death was robbed. A thief had snuck into the old man’s room and killed him in cold blood to save him the trouble of witnesses. Cerock heard the screams that night but was too late. Stunned by the loss of the only one left he had held dear he was surprised by the bandit as they lept from the darkness getting a surprise attack and scarring his face. Cerock infuriated snapped the bandit’s neck and was left alone in a room with the 2 dead bodies. He wept until morning and fled the town looking for a new place to call home. Along the way he found a small rock familiar whom he saw a bit of himself in, abandoned and alone. These past 5 years he’s spent his time wandering from place to place all around Raiaera looking for a home to accept him and his new little companion.
Skills: Knowledge of Sword fighting: Adapt with heavy blades such as claymores, zweihanders, etc...
Knowledge of Smithing: Capable of forging to a small degree, able to forge crude weapons and armor, nothing complicated or extravagant.
Languages: Fluent only in common speak as that was what his human parents spoke
Abilities: 2X Strength of a normal human.Able to lift and swing his weapon with ease. Can haul and carry heavy objects like 250 lbs with ease.
2X Enduance of a normal human. Can run and perform physical activies like hauling and smithing for twice as long as a regular man. Can last longer in combat where the average man can carry a fight for 5 minutes he can carry one for 10
Much higher pain tolerance comparative to that of most races, the downfall being he doesn’t realize just how Injured he is at times. An example being being cut by a blade he registers the impact but doesn't understand how cut he is and doesn't flinch. This level of pain tolerance is similar up to several inch cuts or breaking of bones, at this stage he will cry out and register the pain as something very bad but can continue to fight at the risk of his health
Equipment: A single Iron Greatsword, similar in shape and build to a Claymore. Nothing Special
A small pouch of blacksmithing tools.
Familiars: Name: Petram | A rock familiar of very small size, fits in the palm of a regular human hand. Closely resembles a turtle in anatomy and behavior. Timid but sturdy, nothing particularly outstanding about him.
Age: 27
Race: Drakari (Claw Caste)
Hair Color: Dark Brown (#1F0A00)
Eye Color: Ambeer (#CC5200)
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 250lb’s (An additional few tens of pounds accounted for scales and thicker bone density)
Occupation: Blacksmith
Personality: Kind hearted but hidden behind a tough exterior. Very distrusting of others until they have proven themselves loyal or trustworthy. Cerock will open himself up to others slowly and will eventually become very loyal and protective of friends. Highly protective of property and hesitant to hand out his own belongings to individuals, even those who have gained their trust. Can become very short tempered if in a poor situation or if being cheated, will not hesitate to resort to violence but prefers to keep things less hot blooded. A bit lonesome at times, he prefers solitude rather than being accompanied by people he can’t trust even if it leaves him feeling lonely or abandoned. He desires to meet love but due to his untrusting personality has trouble opening up to people first or approaching people in general.
Appearance: Hair is short length, bangs down to right above his eyebrows. Hair like a regular human, not lacking in hair like others of his kind. Hair has a rugged appearance, thick and layered like that of a well-kept man. Cerock has strong facial features, round and thick edges giving a very masculine appearance. He tries to make sure he is strong and sturdy, his figure well-built and athletically muscular. Being of the claw caste he has scales of an amber brown color (somewhat of a mix between his hair and eye color) that cover quite a bit of his body, though nowhere near that of the higher castes such as the wing or flame caste. The scales cover many different sections on his body, from fingertips all the way along up and across his shoulders, covering his pectorals and down across his abdomen and around his backside, almost imitating that of an open armor. His scales wrap around his legs covering down across his feet keeping them well protected. His head has stayed mostly clear of the growth of scales, covering up from his neck up across his cheeks and jawline. Cerock’s Right cheek bears a long scare starting from the top of his right eye and cutting down across the cheek line and stopping short of the corner of his lips. The skin on his body not covered by his scales has a well-toned color to it, giving him a tanned appearance. Cerock being Drakari has short sharp claws protruding from his fingers similarly to fingernails. The claws are that of an iron tier, more so like daggers than that of a simple animal such as a bear.
History: Cerock as far as anyone can figure out was born in the land of Dhethain as that was where he was found as a child. Twenty years ago a young upstart merchant couple in their thirties had been sailing back and forth from the port city of Etheria and different parts of Dhethain trying to start a new trade route and make a fortune on new business with the natives of the land. On one particular trip they had found the child at the age of what the thought to be around six or seven rummaging around the forests covered in dirt from head to toe searching for food. The Wife had instantly fallen in love with the child, heart broken by his abandoned state her and her husband took him in, surprised to find a Drakari roaming around on his own. Cerock originally has distrust of the two merchants as a child but they offered him food and a home so he had little choice but to accept. As the years passed the merchant couple’s business would begin to fail and Cerock would be needed to help keep his family from the brink of starvation. Six years he had spent with them, now what they decided to be the age of 13 he felt indebted to them and had begun to care about their well-being quite dearly. He set off to find work nearby the town of Etheria and found his claim with an old blacksmith who needed help around his shop. Cerock would commute daily back and forth from his home and the shop learning slowly and getting paid well by his new master. He worked hard to help feed his family and was able to learn a lot in the coming 4 years. He picked up basic blacksmithing from his master and sword fighting from some of the loyal customers who stopped by often. He had taken a liking to heavy swords. He lived happily working hard and earning his keep in this world, supporting his family and himself… Until the corpse war happened. As the undead were unleashed on the land during this horrible time the towns and areas surrounding were in chaos. Cerock was ordered by his parents to stay at home and watch the homestead as they had decided they could trade weapons with nearby towns to help aid in the battle. Only months later did he hear the news that his parents were slain passing through a town they had not realized was already ruined. Cerock was devastated and was alone in this world except for his master whom had tought him blacksmithing. The old man had grown weary and old and was nearing his time as well. Cerock took over the blacksmithing shop, using the minimal knowledge he could to forge crude requests and keep the business running for the while being. This was all he had left now and he refused to let it go. This time he spent keeping his master’s business would be short lived. This time continued for another five years, reaching the age of 22. On a dark night his home he had been sharing with his master since his parents death was robbed. A thief had snuck into the old man’s room and killed him in cold blood to save him the trouble of witnesses. Cerock heard the screams that night but was too late. Stunned by the loss of the only one left he had held dear he was surprised by the bandit as they lept from the darkness getting a surprise attack and scarring his face. Cerock infuriated snapped the bandit’s neck and was left alone in a room with the 2 dead bodies. He wept until morning and fled the town looking for a new place to call home. Along the way he found a small rock familiar whom he saw a bit of himself in, abandoned and alone. These past 5 years he’s spent his time wandering from place to place all around Raiaera looking for a home to accept him and his new little companion.
Skills: Knowledge of Sword fighting: Adapt with heavy blades such as claymores, zweihanders, etc...
Knowledge of Smithing: Capable of forging to a small degree, able to forge crude weapons and armor, nothing complicated or extravagant.
Languages: Fluent only in common speak as that was what his human parents spoke
Abilities: 2X Strength of a normal human.Able to lift and swing his weapon with ease. Can haul and carry heavy objects like 250 lbs with ease.
2X Enduance of a normal human. Can run and perform physical activies like hauling and smithing for twice as long as a regular man. Can last longer in combat where the average man can carry a fight for 5 minutes he can carry one for 10
Much higher pain tolerance comparative to that of most races, the downfall being he doesn’t realize just how Injured he is at times. An example being being cut by a blade he registers the impact but doesn't understand how cut he is and doesn't flinch. This level of pain tolerance is similar up to several inch cuts or breaking of bones, at this stage he will cry out and register the pain as something very bad but can continue to fight at the risk of his health
Equipment: A single Iron Greatsword, similar in shape and build to a Claymore. Nothing Special
A small pouch of blacksmithing tools.
Familiars: Name: Petram | A rock familiar of very small size, fits in the palm of a regular human hand. Closely resembles a turtle in anatomy and behavior. Timid but sturdy, nothing particularly outstanding about him.