Gnot
11-12-06, 08:04 PM
Name: Gnot Gravesnapper
Age: 112
Race: Goblin
Hair Color: Neon Green Mowhawk
Eye Color: Red
Height: 3'0
Weight: 56 lbs.
Occupation:Ringmaster
Personality: Cruel, Gnot rarely feels sorrow for those in pain, and doesn't mind inflicting it either. Conceited, He thinks of himself as famous,Glorious and always in the spotlight. Spiteful, Gnot doesn't take kindly to others, He looks at the glass half empty. Annoying, Gnot will do anything in his power to obtain attention.Insane, As all goblins Gnot is very messed up in the head and who knows what twisted thoughts he conjures.
Appearance: Dark green skin, Long pointy ears, Red eyes. He has a neon green mohawk spiked to perfection. He wears a White "ruffle" shirt, With a purple suede long tailed coat that drags on the ground. He wears white pants and black steel toe boots with metal buckles. Black leather cuffings around his wrists and a occasionally he wears his long black cape.
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History: Gnot Gravesnapper, a foul and corrupt creature. Raised in an inferno of volcanos from his home land, Gnot was constantly moving throughout the jagged cliffs searching for a somewhat decent spot to call home. His role as ringmaster came about in a very unusual way. Abandoned and Exiled from his tribe at a young age, Gnot learned to live off the land, He was homeless and alone for most of his life. Until a gypsy by the name of Madame Katrina was strolling by on her carriage, in search of business and saw the poor green creature, lying helpless in a muddy ditch.
"Oh poor thing, Lets get you out of this rain." Katrina mumbled as she picked the goblin up and made her way back to the carriage. As she stumbled through the mud, a red eye squinted open. Gnot gazed at the rugged wooden carriage. A sly and deviant grin appeared on his face, for he found another imbecile to nurture him back to health. Once in the carriage, the gypsy called out to the driver. "Please Adam, Get us to the closest inn. We will rest there for the night."
Gnot continued to play dead. He kept a emotionless grin on his face and never opened his eyes. The gypsy stared at the creature, he looked much cuter in the mud. In fact he was quite hideos once he was under the candle light. His long lanky ears jutted from his grimy green head. His claws were unkempt and dirty. His clothes were tattered and torn. Strapped to his back, a rugged and old harpoon. Self defence the women thought. The gypsy took her attention away from Gnot and pampered her self in her oval mirror. She combed her hair and layered more and more makeup onto her luscious lips. Gnot took this oppurtunity. His eyelids parted and soon his red eyes gazed at the women. He scrambled to sit up, making sure to be unheard. His lanky and eroded claws grasped his harpoon, he swung his other arm over and tightened his grasp. Gnot rose silently behind the women. Still combing her long black hair she peered once more at her figure, only this time the mirror was being shared. Behind her, Gnot stood. He cracked a twisted and vile smile before raising his harpoon high over head. The women gasped and shock but before she could release a cry, The three steel tips drove smoothly into her skull. The women quickly fell to the floor with the look of horror still engraved on her pale face.
Gnot set his weapon down and eyeballed the women from head to toe. Her long suede purple dress was now dirtied and blood stained. But Gnot still made use of it. He grabbed a skinning knife from the small table next to him and began ripping cloth from the womens dress. He cut strips and squares until he had obtained enough material. Gnot grabbed a needle and thread and began stitching the cloth together. After countless hours of hard work, The goblin was finished. He held his newly made coat high into the air and gazed at his wonderful achievement. It was a long tailed purple coat and with it he wore a ruffled white shirt and of course his white pants. He cut another small piece of cloth from her dress and began to polish his black steel toed boots. The goblin felt fresh and ambitious. New attire and with it came a new attitude. But something seemed to be missing, something to "top" it all off. The goblin quickly discarded the idea and began searching the cabinets for food. He had been starving for weeks now. But what he opened wasnt a food cabinet, instead it was a closet filled with shoes and clothes. Gnot gazed around but nothing caught his attention. Until he glanced at the shelf, and there sitting in all its magnificent glory was the "topper". On the shelf sat a Purple suede top hat. The hat was large, half as tall as Gnot himself. Without hesistating, the goblin snatched the hat and put it on. It felt right, it was where it belonged. The rim of the hat cast a dark shadow over the devilish smile of the goblin. His eyes were unseen, only a twisted grin. The goblin grabbed his black leather whip and kicked open the carriage door. The driver was clueless, with no scream to alarm him, he continued on towards the nearest town. The sky was cloudy and dark. It was thundering and lightning. The rain was harsh and the cold fierce wind didn't make the matter any more comforting. Gnot readied his claws and jabbed them into the side of the carriage. He then swung him self onto the outer wall of the carriage and began to shimmy his way to the drivers seat. After a few latchings of his claws, the driver was in sight. He was a skinny weak looking man who wore a black raincoat. The man shivered as the violent wind swayed across his body. Gnot grasped his whip tightly and in one quick crack, he had constricted the mans neck and yanked him from the reigns. The man flew in the air for a moment before slamming into a puddle of murky water. With one great swing, Gnot flung himself into the seat where the driver once sat. He put away his whip and grabbed the reigns of his new form of transportation. A crazed look swiped the goblins face as he recklessly steered the vehicle into the night. This was a new beginning for Gnot. A second chance to redeem himself and become infamous. Gnot knew tonight was the turning point in his life.
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Skills: Summon Freaks-Being the ringmaster of a traveling freak show/circus, The freaks must come from somewhere and I can assure you its not from the stork. With that said, Gnot has the ability to conjure freaks in his twisted mind and make them appear. He is still learning more about the skill but can summon weak to semi-strong freaks. Freaks summoned with natural physical abilities will not be summoned with weapons. For example, summoning a "stong man" would mean the freak would have to fight with his bare hands. The monsters are of equal level as Gnot. No powergaming will be done, the abilities the freaks will have, will still be average and not overpowering.
Tough Hide-Living in Volcanos and constantly surrounded by fire, Not only is Gnot fascinated by fire, His skin is slightly resistant to it. Minor burns seem to heal faster than normal and He can endure heat of up to 150 degrees for now.
Whipping- Gnot is average with his whip and can sometimes use it to latch onto things or to grab things. On the contrary he is pretty clumsy with his Harpoon.
Equipment: Steel Tipped Harpoon-Wooden shaft with 3 small steel tipped spikes, similiar to a trident or pitchfork.
Black Leather Whip-Old Black Whip.
Long Black Cape- A long black leather cape which he wears on certain occasions.
Age: 112
Race: Goblin
Hair Color: Neon Green Mowhawk
Eye Color: Red
Height: 3'0
Weight: 56 lbs.
Occupation:Ringmaster
Personality: Cruel, Gnot rarely feels sorrow for those in pain, and doesn't mind inflicting it either. Conceited, He thinks of himself as famous,Glorious and always in the spotlight. Spiteful, Gnot doesn't take kindly to others, He looks at the glass half empty. Annoying, Gnot will do anything in his power to obtain attention.Insane, As all goblins Gnot is very messed up in the head and who knows what twisted thoughts he conjures.
Appearance: Dark green skin, Long pointy ears, Red eyes. He has a neon green mohawk spiked to perfection. He wears a White "ruffle" shirt, With a purple suede long tailed coat that drags on the ground. He wears white pants and black steel toe boots with metal buckles. Black leather cuffings around his wrists and a occasionally he wears his long black cape.
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History: Gnot Gravesnapper, a foul and corrupt creature. Raised in an inferno of volcanos from his home land, Gnot was constantly moving throughout the jagged cliffs searching for a somewhat decent spot to call home. His role as ringmaster came about in a very unusual way. Abandoned and Exiled from his tribe at a young age, Gnot learned to live off the land, He was homeless and alone for most of his life. Until a gypsy by the name of Madame Katrina was strolling by on her carriage, in search of business and saw the poor green creature, lying helpless in a muddy ditch.
"Oh poor thing, Lets get you out of this rain." Katrina mumbled as she picked the goblin up and made her way back to the carriage. As she stumbled through the mud, a red eye squinted open. Gnot gazed at the rugged wooden carriage. A sly and deviant grin appeared on his face, for he found another imbecile to nurture him back to health. Once in the carriage, the gypsy called out to the driver. "Please Adam, Get us to the closest inn. We will rest there for the night."
Gnot continued to play dead. He kept a emotionless grin on his face and never opened his eyes. The gypsy stared at the creature, he looked much cuter in the mud. In fact he was quite hideos once he was under the candle light. His long lanky ears jutted from his grimy green head. His claws were unkempt and dirty. His clothes were tattered and torn. Strapped to his back, a rugged and old harpoon. Self defence the women thought. The gypsy took her attention away from Gnot and pampered her self in her oval mirror. She combed her hair and layered more and more makeup onto her luscious lips. Gnot took this oppurtunity. His eyelids parted and soon his red eyes gazed at the women. He scrambled to sit up, making sure to be unheard. His lanky and eroded claws grasped his harpoon, he swung his other arm over and tightened his grasp. Gnot rose silently behind the women. Still combing her long black hair she peered once more at her figure, only this time the mirror was being shared. Behind her, Gnot stood. He cracked a twisted and vile smile before raising his harpoon high over head. The women gasped and shock but before she could release a cry, The three steel tips drove smoothly into her skull. The women quickly fell to the floor with the look of horror still engraved on her pale face.
Gnot set his weapon down and eyeballed the women from head to toe. Her long suede purple dress was now dirtied and blood stained. But Gnot still made use of it. He grabbed a skinning knife from the small table next to him and began ripping cloth from the womens dress. He cut strips and squares until he had obtained enough material. Gnot grabbed a needle and thread and began stitching the cloth together. After countless hours of hard work, The goblin was finished. He held his newly made coat high into the air and gazed at his wonderful achievement. It was a long tailed purple coat and with it he wore a ruffled white shirt and of course his white pants. He cut another small piece of cloth from her dress and began to polish his black steel toed boots. The goblin felt fresh and ambitious. New attire and with it came a new attitude. But something seemed to be missing, something to "top" it all off. The goblin quickly discarded the idea and began searching the cabinets for food. He had been starving for weeks now. But what he opened wasnt a food cabinet, instead it was a closet filled with shoes and clothes. Gnot gazed around but nothing caught his attention. Until he glanced at the shelf, and there sitting in all its magnificent glory was the "topper". On the shelf sat a Purple suede top hat. The hat was large, half as tall as Gnot himself. Without hesistating, the goblin snatched the hat and put it on. It felt right, it was where it belonged. The rim of the hat cast a dark shadow over the devilish smile of the goblin. His eyes were unseen, only a twisted grin. The goblin grabbed his black leather whip and kicked open the carriage door. The driver was clueless, with no scream to alarm him, he continued on towards the nearest town. The sky was cloudy and dark. It was thundering and lightning. The rain was harsh and the cold fierce wind didn't make the matter any more comforting. Gnot readied his claws and jabbed them into the side of the carriage. He then swung him self onto the outer wall of the carriage and began to shimmy his way to the drivers seat. After a few latchings of his claws, the driver was in sight. He was a skinny weak looking man who wore a black raincoat. The man shivered as the violent wind swayed across his body. Gnot grasped his whip tightly and in one quick crack, he had constricted the mans neck and yanked him from the reigns. The man flew in the air for a moment before slamming into a puddle of murky water. With one great swing, Gnot flung himself into the seat where the driver once sat. He put away his whip and grabbed the reigns of his new form of transportation. A crazed look swiped the goblins face as he recklessly steered the vehicle into the night. This was a new beginning for Gnot. A second chance to redeem himself and become infamous. Gnot knew tonight was the turning point in his life.
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Skills: Summon Freaks-Being the ringmaster of a traveling freak show/circus, The freaks must come from somewhere and I can assure you its not from the stork. With that said, Gnot has the ability to conjure freaks in his twisted mind and make them appear. He is still learning more about the skill but can summon weak to semi-strong freaks. Freaks summoned with natural physical abilities will not be summoned with weapons. For example, summoning a "stong man" would mean the freak would have to fight with his bare hands. The monsters are of equal level as Gnot. No powergaming will be done, the abilities the freaks will have, will still be average and not overpowering.
Tough Hide-Living in Volcanos and constantly surrounded by fire, Not only is Gnot fascinated by fire, His skin is slightly resistant to it. Minor burns seem to heal faster than normal and He can endure heat of up to 150 degrees for now.
Whipping- Gnot is average with his whip and can sometimes use it to latch onto things or to grab things. On the contrary he is pretty clumsy with his Harpoon.
Equipment: Steel Tipped Harpoon-Wooden shaft with 3 small steel tipped spikes, similiar to a trident or pitchfork.
Black Leather Whip-Old Black Whip.
Long Black Cape- A long black leather cape which he wears on certain occasions.