An Interesting Username
04-20-06, 09:42 PM
2,588 EXP, I thought I had more than that. Shit.
Submitted so I can reincarnate the bastard. Damn formalities!
Name: Randall Vividon
Race: Brood
Eye Color: Lavender
Hair Color: Orange-Red
Appearance:
Randall's hair goes down to his shoulderblades, and looks exactly like the horizon during a clear sunset. His eyes look like the back of a beetle, only slightly lighter in tone. His body is medium-sized, but battle-hardened to the bone. Though he has been doing battle for his entire life, he only has three scars to show for it. Not many people have bested him. Then again, he hasn't met the best warriors Althanas has to offer. The scars are all on his chest, and are all ironically from the same instance. Instead of canine and premolar teeth, he has sharp fangs, each one getting more and more dull at the tip as they go deeper into his mouth. His tongue is slit into two halves, enabling him to speak languages he would not be able to were he a human. Randall wears dark blue cloth pants, and a black cloth shirt. His bone structure is altered due to his race, giving him extra shoulder bones. They give him a slightly better flexability, but not much else. Each column of his spine has a horizontal bone through it, which is the only bone that doesn't change completely when he transforms. Approaching pre-adolescence, which would hit at thirty 'human' years, Randall's hair will soon shift in color, and will likely change completely in the coming years. It will get lighter with time, as is the case with every Broodling.
Personality:
Beyond anything else, Randall is the most observant man many people will ever meet. He doesn't just see things, he truly sees what he's looking at. He notices most anything that moves around him. On top of that, he has a great amount of knowledge when it comes to hunting, which aids him in keeping himself alone. Noone is likely to sneak up on him. As for actual personality, Randall barely has any. He focuses only on his objectives, and rarely lets anything else interfere with them. If you do somehow manage to get his attention, you won't keep it. Randall never laughs, unless it's in contempt. Even then, it's very rare. He isn't good-natured by any means, but will help someone if they need it. If it's on the way, anyway. The seeds of friendship have been planted in Randall's mind, upon meeting a cloaked man by the name of Storm Veritas. Outweighing this pleasant experience, though, are the hundreds of selfish and rotten humans Randall has encountered in his life. He's still not quite sure what to think of humans.
Weapons:
Trident: A 5-foot-long polearm made of steel and iron, which Randall straps along his back in a specially made harness. The entire shaft is wrapped in a very, very tightly wound leather and is made of iron. The prongs at the top are all the same length, and are made from steel. At the tip of each prong is a thick cone-shaped point. Though Randall has been training with it for some time, he's only 'good' with it.
Javelins (1 Iron, 2 Dehlar): Randall uses these mostly for animal hunting, but has also found them useful for battle. They're each half the side of his javelin, and are strapped to his belt, hung down to his knees. The javelin shafts are made from tier 1 wood, the tips from iron.
Skills:
Dragon forms are always succeptable to dragon poisons, and to the cold (except for a dragon of water element). Unless stated otherwise, of course. Every dragon's form can change depending on Randall's state of mind and body, but their powers will always be the same. Every dragon's skin is double the toughness of human skin. For obvious reasons, Randall can only transform into one type of dragon, one time, per battle. Per quest, it all depends on time, but he won't use it against PEOPLE more than once a thread.
DRAKE: If given time to ready himself (One post to prepare, one to transform), Randall can transform into the form of a young dragon. Due to his inexperience with doing this, he can only hold the dragon form for up to 15 minutes. Thankfully, this is usually more than enough time to get the job done.
DRAGON: He's unaware of it, but once Randall reaches pre-adolescence, he'll have the ability to transform into a dragon. The first time he does it will likely come as a surprise to the young man, like a slap in the face urging him to tap into his power. He would be able to hold the dragon form for up to 3 posts.
History:
Randall was born in a mountain town called Fuscaren. He was born into a poor family, but the Brood took care of them. The town was lavish with water and plants, which was very good, because the Brood were hunted for a great many reasons. In seclusion, they developed their own society, and had an army of Brood warriors who did mercenary work for meat and gold. Randall's Father was a Captain in the mercenary army, but dissapeared on a mission only months before Randall's 2nd birthday. So he lived with his Mother. Throughout the years, Randall showed a great deal of talent in many different fields, mostly because he was able to adapt to any rules or ideas. Because of this, the army sought him, and had him trained in his younger years. However, while the Brood were great dragon fighters, their melee skills were never above-average. So while Randall has a great deal of training, he's still only average when it comes to true battle. Average but imaginative. When he was twelve, Fuscaren was faced with war, as a massive group of trolls ravaged the town. Were they prepared to act, the trolls would have been easily repelled, but they were caught offguard. The Brood who weren't slaughtered in the assault were driven deeper into the mountains, where they had to regroup and fight. Randall fought, too. The town was amazed at his skill, his ability to telegraph the attacks of the slow-moving beasts, but they were still overwhelmed. In a last-ditch effort to save themselves from being hunted, the last thirty-or-so Brood escaped on individual rafts. Though a few friends of his wanted to come with him, to ensure his safety, he went alone, and spent three weeks on a raft. He was fortunate enough to survive the travel. Were he not a Brood, he would have surely died without any meat to give him energy, or water to preserve him. Many years later, Randall is tainted by his lack of communication with people. He has good communication skills, having travelled throughout the land, but still does not talk outside of the neccessities. He has little goal in life, not even to go back to where Fuscaren once was. His Mother was killed in the war. All he does to get by is hunt, or do mercenary work. Through a few jobs in Corone, Randall has learned all that he cares to know about humans and their kind. He has brought a woman to justice for stealing from her own father, been trapped by a legion of vampires who had taken over a local tavern, and met a few people he could care less about. Truly, Randall's opinion of humans was low before he met Storm Veritas, the only man to exist unselfishly, for a time, in Randall's life. Now there seems to be hope for the humans, though the Broodling doesn't care much to follow their progress. Vampires, however... Randall would like to vanquish Althanas of those sick kin. Born with blood as thick as molasses, Randall's scent follows him everywhere, often bringing a greedy vampire to take the price for himself. Knowing that Vampires live in every corner of Althanas, though, Randall knows that to slay them all is a ridiculous dream... But that won't stop him from killing every one that he can.
I left out the dragon appearances and stuff that doesn't matter.
Submitted so I can reincarnate the bastard. Damn formalities!
Name: Randall Vividon
Race: Brood
Eye Color: Lavender
Hair Color: Orange-Red
Appearance:
Randall's hair goes down to his shoulderblades, and looks exactly like the horizon during a clear sunset. His eyes look like the back of a beetle, only slightly lighter in tone. His body is medium-sized, but battle-hardened to the bone. Though he has been doing battle for his entire life, he only has three scars to show for it. Not many people have bested him. Then again, he hasn't met the best warriors Althanas has to offer. The scars are all on his chest, and are all ironically from the same instance. Instead of canine and premolar teeth, he has sharp fangs, each one getting more and more dull at the tip as they go deeper into his mouth. His tongue is slit into two halves, enabling him to speak languages he would not be able to were he a human. Randall wears dark blue cloth pants, and a black cloth shirt. His bone structure is altered due to his race, giving him extra shoulder bones. They give him a slightly better flexability, but not much else. Each column of his spine has a horizontal bone through it, which is the only bone that doesn't change completely when he transforms. Approaching pre-adolescence, which would hit at thirty 'human' years, Randall's hair will soon shift in color, and will likely change completely in the coming years. It will get lighter with time, as is the case with every Broodling.
Personality:
Beyond anything else, Randall is the most observant man many people will ever meet. He doesn't just see things, he truly sees what he's looking at. He notices most anything that moves around him. On top of that, he has a great amount of knowledge when it comes to hunting, which aids him in keeping himself alone. Noone is likely to sneak up on him. As for actual personality, Randall barely has any. He focuses only on his objectives, and rarely lets anything else interfere with them. If you do somehow manage to get his attention, you won't keep it. Randall never laughs, unless it's in contempt. Even then, it's very rare. He isn't good-natured by any means, but will help someone if they need it. If it's on the way, anyway. The seeds of friendship have been planted in Randall's mind, upon meeting a cloaked man by the name of Storm Veritas. Outweighing this pleasant experience, though, are the hundreds of selfish and rotten humans Randall has encountered in his life. He's still not quite sure what to think of humans.
Weapons:
Trident: A 5-foot-long polearm made of steel and iron, which Randall straps along his back in a specially made harness. The entire shaft is wrapped in a very, very tightly wound leather and is made of iron. The prongs at the top are all the same length, and are made from steel. At the tip of each prong is a thick cone-shaped point. Though Randall has been training with it for some time, he's only 'good' with it.
Javelins (1 Iron, 2 Dehlar): Randall uses these mostly for animal hunting, but has also found them useful for battle. They're each half the side of his javelin, and are strapped to his belt, hung down to his knees. The javelin shafts are made from tier 1 wood, the tips from iron.
Skills:
Dragon forms are always succeptable to dragon poisons, and to the cold (except for a dragon of water element). Unless stated otherwise, of course. Every dragon's form can change depending on Randall's state of mind and body, but their powers will always be the same. Every dragon's skin is double the toughness of human skin. For obvious reasons, Randall can only transform into one type of dragon, one time, per battle. Per quest, it all depends on time, but he won't use it against PEOPLE more than once a thread.
DRAKE: If given time to ready himself (One post to prepare, one to transform), Randall can transform into the form of a young dragon. Due to his inexperience with doing this, he can only hold the dragon form for up to 15 minutes. Thankfully, this is usually more than enough time to get the job done.
DRAGON: He's unaware of it, but once Randall reaches pre-adolescence, he'll have the ability to transform into a dragon. The first time he does it will likely come as a surprise to the young man, like a slap in the face urging him to tap into his power. He would be able to hold the dragon form for up to 3 posts.
History:
Randall was born in a mountain town called Fuscaren. He was born into a poor family, but the Brood took care of them. The town was lavish with water and plants, which was very good, because the Brood were hunted for a great many reasons. In seclusion, they developed their own society, and had an army of Brood warriors who did mercenary work for meat and gold. Randall's Father was a Captain in the mercenary army, but dissapeared on a mission only months before Randall's 2nd birthday. So he lived with his Mother. Throughout the years, Randall showed a great deal of talent in many different fields, mostly because he was able to adapt to any rules or ideas. Because of this, the army sought him, and had him trained in his younger years. However, while the Brood were great dragon fighters, their melee skills were never above-average. So while Randall has a great deal of training, he's still only average when it comes to true battle. Average but imaginative. When he was twelve, Fuscaren was faced with war, as a massive group of trolls ravaged the town. Were they prepared to act, the trolls would have been easily repelled, but they were caught offguard. The Brood who weren't slaughtered in the assault were driven deeper into the mountains, where they had to regroup and fight. Randall fought, too. The town was amazed at his skill, his ability to telegraph the attacks of the slow-moving beasts, but they were still overwhelmed. In a last-ditch effort to save themselves from being hunted, the last thirty-or-so Brood escaped on individual rafts. Though a few friends of his wanted to come with him, to ensure his safety, he went alone, and spent three weeks on a raft. He was fortunate enough to survive the travel. Were he not a Brood, he would have surely died without any meat to give him energy, or water to preserve him. Many years later, Randall is tainted by his lack of communication with people. He has good communication skills, having travelled throughout the land, but still does not talk outside of the neccessities. He has little goal in life, not even to go back to where Fuscaren once was. His Mother was killed in the war. All he does to get by is hunt, or do mercenary work. Through a few jobs in Corone, Randall has learned all that he cares to know about humans and their kind. He has brought a woman to justice for stealing from her own father, been trapped by a legion of vampires who had taken over a local tavern, and met a few people he could care less about. Truly, Randall's opinion of humans was low before he met Storm Veritas, the only man to exist unselfishly, for a time, in Randall's life. Now there seems to be hope for the humans, though the Broodling doesn't care much to follow their progress. Vampires, however... Randall would like to vanquish Althanas of those sick kin. Born with blood as thick as molasses, Randall's scent follows him everywhere, often bringing a greedy vampire to take the price for himself. Knowing that Vampires live in every corner of Althanas, though, Randall knows that to slay them all is a ridiculous dream... But that won't stop him from killing every one that he can.
I left out the dragon appearances and stuff that doesn't matter.