Ridge
03-03-16, 08:53 AM
Name: Ridge Torrent
Age: 37 years, 4 months
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 256 lbs
Armor: None, though I am more likely to wear light armor than anything else.
Appearance: I am typically bare chested, with several different scars marking my body. My right hand has remnants of stitching clear across the palm, as if someone or something nearly tore the whole thing off. My eyes are a dark blue, though the whiteness under my right pupil has been replaced for years with the crimson of a permanently busted blood vessel. My hair is black, shoulder length, and typically formed into three different pony tails, though I have been known to just wear the it down. My right pectoral is covered in scar tissue, and under times of duress, I tend to get aches in my entire right side. My skin is a tanned brown as though I've been in the sun my whole life (which is not far from the truth).
Weapon: I usually rely either on my hands or wits, though I am quite proficient in most weaponry.
Skills: As an aspiring armorer and former apothecary, I am knowledgeable in both weaponry, metals, and flora. I am also a skilled tracker, able to determine things such as freshness of droppings, how recent my prey has been near by and what their (or its) current health condition is.
Abilities: I am able to form a ball sized swirl of black energy which I can lob at my target. If it hits, my opponent will find themselves weighing double whatever their current weight is. This includes whatever equipment the person is currently carrying. My people have deemed this ability The Burden.
I also think I am more durable than your typical warrior, able to be hit by a four hundred pound man in full charge and still get up to continue to fight it.
History: Nobody knows exactly where I came from, at least not in common Althanas. As far as your people know, I arrived out of the woods one day a middle aged warrior man. My intentions are my own, though there is one other person I take my pilgrimage with...
Age: 37 years, 4 months
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 256 lbs
Armor: None, though I am more likely to wear light armor than anything else.
Appearance: I am typically bare chested, with several different scars marking my body. My right hand has remnants of stitching clear across the palm, as if someone or something nearly tore the whole thing off. My eyes are a dark blue, though the whiteness under my right pupil has been replaced for years with the crimson of a permanently busted blood vessel. My hair is black, shoulder length, and typically formed into three different pony tails, though I have been known to just wear the it down. My right pectoral is covered in scar tissue, and under times of duress, I tend to get aches in my entire right side. My skin is a tanned brown as though I've been in the sun my whole life (which is not far from the truth).
Weapon: I usually rely either on my hands or wits, though I am quite proficient in most weaponry.
Skills: As an aspiring armorer and former apothecary, I am knowledgeable in both weaponry, metals, and flora. I am also a skilled tracker, able to determine things such as freshness of droppings, how recent my prey has been near by and what their (or its) current health condition is.
Abilities: I am able to form a ball sized swirl of black energy which I can lob at my target. If it hits, my opponent will find themselves weighing double whatever their current weight is. This includes whatever equipment the person is currently carrying. My people have deemed this ability The Burden.
I also think I am more durable than your typical warrior, able to be hit by a four hundred pound man in full charge and still get up to continue to fight it.
History: Nobody knows exactly where I came from, at least not in common Althanas. As far as your people know, I arrived out of the woods one day a middle aged warrior man. My intentions are my own, though there is one other person I take my pilgrimage with...