Hreark Lorespinner
11-12-07, 09:45 AM
Name: Hreark Lorespinner
Age: 27
Race: Gnoll
Height: 7'9"
Weight: 314 lb.
Occupation: Racanteur
Personality: Hreark is a Lorespinner, a teller of tales. He holds great interest for any adventure, especially those which might involve particularly climactic battles. And among battles, everyone knows those between the forces of good and evil are the most climactic.
Hreark will fight for his life, or for the sake of a good story. Aside from that, and to provide himself with sustenance (he prefers raw meat, but will make due with the cooked variety if nothing else is available), he avoids combat. He is not as bloodthirsty as his race is portrayed. Still, a good hunt will set him to drooling and his intelligence will begin to give way to hunger and instinct.
Appearance: Hreark is a gnoll, a sort of humanoid which greatly resembles the wolves, foxes, and hyenas of the world. Therefore, it is only natural that he should be covered in a thick coat of dark brown fur, with a bushy tail. His legs, like those of canines, are thin and wiry, but powerful, allowing for great running speeds and leaps. His arms are muscular, and his right shoulder bears the mark of the Lorespinner, forever branding him as a collector of stories to those who recognize the symbol. His face is particularly lupine, with a long snout full of sharp teeth, ending with a highly sensitive nose. His ears are peaked and perched atop his skull. His bright green eyes hold a certain intelligence and curiosity, uncommon among a savage people such as the gnolls.
He wears little more than a simple cloth hanging from his belt to cover his genitals and a few small pieces of leather armor over his legs and on his forearms.
History: Hreark was born 27 years ago in the swamps and forests of Dheathain to a small tribe of gnolls. Upon his birth, as his mother took him in her arms, a single small leaf fell upon his forehead. It was then that he opened his eyes for the first time, the bright green irises revealing themselves for all to see, setting him apart from the others of his kind who had yellow or black eyes. The tribe had been blessed by the faeries at last.
As a pup, he was sent from time to time to visit with the fae of Donnalaich, learning of the evolution of spirits and hearing tales of struggle, adventure, good and evil, and triumph. These stories excited the curious pup, and he was eager to learn more of them.
As he grew, his ties with the tribe began to weaken, and he started to succumb to wanderlust, longing for more and more stories, even if he had to live them himself. No, especially if he had to live them himself. So it was that he set out at the young age of 26 to explore the wider world, telling tales and living them.
Skills:
Fighting Style:
Wolf Fang Style- Hreark is trained in the simultaneous use of a battleaxe and a dagger in battle. He is a novice to the style, which allows for greater effectiveness in skirmish tactics, but can still fight effectively using the two weapons.
General:
Long Stride- When in battle, Hreark's canine instinct takes over and he runs slightly faster as he makes full use of his long and powerful legs. In addition, he can jump a little higher and farther in such a state than he normally would.
Teller of Tales- Like all Lorespinners, Hreark is gifted with a near perfect recollection of any story he commits to memory. However, he is prone to forgetting minor, uninteresting, or unimportant details. As well, he likes to embellish such things as how near a miss the villain's slicing sword made, giving the hero a chance to run him through. After all, real life is never as exciting as a good story, right?
Equipment:
Weapons: Hreark carries a steel battleaxe and a steel hunting dagger, both used in his tribe's unique fighting style.
Miscellany: Hreark carries a small pouch for trail rations and a waterskin at his hip, as well as a small horn for dramatic effect.
Age: 27
Race: Gnoll
Height: 7'9"
Weight: 314 lb.
Occupation: Racanteur
Personality: Hreark is a Lorespinner, a teller of tales. He holds great interest for any adventure, especially those which might involve particularly climactic battles. And among battles, everyone knows those between the forces of good and evil are the most climactic.
Hreark will fight for his life, or for the sake of a good story. Aside from that, and to provide himself with sustenance (he prefers raw meat, but will make due with the cooked variety if nothing else is available), he avoids combat. He is not as bloodthirsty as his race is portrayed. Still, a good hunt will set him to drooling and his intelligence will begin to give way to hunger and instinct.
Appearance: Hreark is a gnoll, a sort of humanoid which greatly resembles the wolves, foxes, and hyenas of the world. Therefore, it is only natural that he should be covered in a thick coat of dark brown fur, with a bushy tail. His legs, like those of canines, are thin and wiry, but powerful, allowing for great running speeds and leaps. His arms are muscular, and his right shoulder bears the mark of the Lorespinner, forever branding him as a collector of stories to those who recognize the symbol. His face is particularly lupine, with a long snout full of sharp teeth, ending with a highly sensitive nose. His ears are peaked and perched atop his skull. His bright green eyes hold a certain intelligence and curiosity, uncommon among a savage people such as the gnolls.
He wears little more than a simple cloth hanging from his belt to cover his genitals and a few small pieces of leather armor over his legs and on his forearms.
History: Hreark was born 27 years ago in the swamps and forests of Dheathain to a small tribe of gnolls. Upon his birth, as his mother took him in her arms, a single small leaf fell upon his forehead. It was then that he opened his eyes for the first time, the bright green irises revealing themselves for all to see, setting him apart from the others of his kind who had yellow or black eyes. The tribe had been blessed by the faeries at last.
As a pup, he was sent from time to time to visit with the fae of Donnalaich, learning of the evolution of spirits and hearing tales of struggle, adventure, good and evil, and triumph. These stories excited the curious pup, and he was eager to learn more of them.
As he grew, his ties with the tribe began to weaken, and he started to succumb to wanderlust, longing for more and more stories, even if he had to live them himself. No, especially if he had to live them himself. So it was that he set out at the young age of 26 to explore the wider world, telling tales and living them.
Skills:
Fighting Style:
Wolf Fang Style- Hreark is trained in the simultaneous use of a battleaxe and a dagger in battle. He is a novice to the style, which allows for greater effectiveness in skirmish tactics, but can still fight effectively using the two weapons.
General:
Long Stride- When in battle, Hreark's canine instinct takes over and he runs slightly faster as he makes full use of his long and powerful legs. In addition, he can jump a little higher and farther in such a state than he normally would.
Teller of Tales- Like all Lorespinners, Hreark is gifted with a near perfect recollection of any story he commits to memory. However, he is prone to forgetting minor, uninteresting, or unimportant details. As well, he likes to embellish such things as how near a miss the villain's slicing sword made, giving the hero a chance to run him through. After all, real life is never as exciting as a good story, right?
Equipment:
Weapons: Hreark carries a steel battleaxe and a steel hunting dagger, both used in his tribe's unique fighting style.
Miscellany: Hreark carries a small pouch for trail rations and a waterskin at his hip, as well as a small horn for dramatic effect.