Post by Scabrous on Mar 3, 2008 15:36:56 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Scabrous Navitas
Nicknames: Scabro, Scabo, Scab
Race: Halfelf
Gender: Male
Age (human years): 25
Age (halfelf years): 33
Class: Chaotic Good, "Rebel"
“A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.”
Current Occupation: Mercenary, Bandit, Rogue
Social Class: Low
Normal Education: Basic
Magical Education: None
Appearance:
Eye Color: Electric Light Green
Ears: Long and Pointy
Eyes: Almond shaped
Hair: Fine, mossy-brown mess
Skin: Olive
Built: Small, Athletic
Height: 4’ 11 1/2”
Attire: All blending in to his surroundings. Normally a simple peasant tunic shirt and earth brown pants. Thick boots for all weather. Two sheaths across his back with crisscrossing belts across his chest.
Items: None Yet.
Weapons: Two, pure metal curved swords with ridged edges. About two-feet long, without handle.
Armor: None.
Personality:
Scabrous is calm and intrigued by most anything. He has a strong moral compass that he follows, if the law says so or not. He thinks all humans are stupid and try to exhort too much power. He is always jolly and really angry. He will help people just for a change of scenery. Always trying to do something new, he gets bored easily. Most people he meets he makes friends with, but never keeps anyone close. Anyone he trust, or anyone who trust him soon becomes an enemy to him. Always on the run he never likes to settle. He shows no fear, even though he fears almost everything. Because everything becomes a threat to him, and he loves risk, he will show nothing towards it because in truth he doesn’t want the fear to leave him. Lying is his second nature, robbing is his first. He robs only those who deserves to be robbed. Take from the rich, and kept it himself. His magic helps his journeys wherever he goes, and his is not afraid to use it at all. Always testing new boundaries, he is bound to kill himself some day with magic. Others are always his interest, but helping others is not always. Money and adventure are tied in value with him. He will steal money just for the fun of running away.
Magic: His magic is simple and practical. It is very rogue, untamed and wild, but he tries to control it. He was born with it and he never could get anyone to train him in using it. It is so rough and odd that people are afraid of it. Scabro doesn’t think much of it though. Some of his basic skills in magic are:
-healing/regeneration
-anti-gravity
-anti-friction
-speed
-manipulating his weapons with anti-physics
-stealth
Strengths: Pick pocketing, Robbing, Sword fighting, Stealth, Deception, Lying, Trickery, Persuasion, Sword-throwing: Boomerang style.
Weaknesses: Seriousness, Advanced magic, Obeying the Law, Ability to trust, Loyalty, Archery.
Friends: None Yet.
Enemies: None Yet.
Rivals: None Yet.
Peers: None.
History:
Father: Human, a leader of a band of mercenaries.
Mother: Elf, healer.
Siblings: None.
Brief Story: (Will write more later.)
Scabrous’s father was ambitious and reckless. With his brother and childhood friends, he created a band of mercenaries for hire. They soon got a couple of jobs as guards, raiders, questers, and other employments. Soon they grew in size and popularity and they were known across the land. On one raid he was injured in a large battle. Out in the battlefield, about to be beheaded by the enemy an elf came out of no where and killed the enemy with her magic. The elf was a girl who had her family killed by the very people that my fathers troop was told to kill. She had been tracking their enemy for a while and took pity on his father. After healing his father, she joined his troop as their healer. Soon they fell in love and get married. His mother died giving birth to Scabrous.
His father was devastated and raised me. He taught me everything he knew, he had very little magic but Scabro got an extraordinary about from his mother. Scabro’s father soon want mad and took his man on more and more deadly missions. He let young Scabro plan the battles and help, always taking his with him. Scabro’s magic was so terrifying that he couldn't ever find anyone to train him. This drove Scabro’s father more ludicrous and he soon was killed on the battlefield, a true warrior. He had tied Scabro to a tree so that he couldn't join him in fighting... he said 'A life of a mad warrior is not one for you. You are so young, I forbid you to fight by my side. For if we both died I would not die in peace knowing that I caused my own sons death.' Scabro saw the battle, he counted the men, Scabro’s father took down two hundred men with him. If they were hundred of him they could stand against an army of twenty thousand and win! Scabro was left to wonder the lands, an orphan, with great unknown power, an outcast to all. He had made many friends but he is truly his fathers son to never be able to stay at one place. Scabro has searched out training but no one can control his gift. He had learned himself. Taken up the life of a bandit in some ways, a rough. Lending out his odd skills to anyone who would pay him. With no real purpose in life, but to have fun and to become great.
((If this is in any way off with the boards story please tell me.))
Name: Scabrous Navitas
Nicknames: Scabro, Scabo, Scab
Race: Halfelf
Gender: Male
Age (human years): 25
Age (halfelf years): 33
Class: Chaotic Good, "Rebel"
“A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.”
Current Occupation: Mercenary, Bandit, Rogue
Social Class: Low
Normal Education: Basic
Magical Education: None
Appearance:
Eye Color: Electric Light Green
Ears: Long and Pointy
Eyes: Almond shaped
Hair: Fine, mossy-brown mess
Skin: Olive
Built: Small, Athletic
Height: 4’ 11 1/2”
Attire: All blending in to his surroundings. Normally a simple peasant tunic shirt and earth brown pants. Thick boots for all weather. Two sheaths across his back with crisscrossing belts across his chest.
Items: None Yet.
Weapons: Two, pure metal curved swords with ridged edges. About two-feet long, without handle.
Armor: None.
Personality:
Scabrous is calm and intrigued by most anything. He has a strong moral compass that he follows, if the law says so or not. He thinks all humans are stupid and try to exhort too much power. He is always jolly and really angry. He will help people just for a change of scenery. Always trying to do something new, he gets bored easily. Most people he meets he makes friends with, but never keeps anyone close. Anyone he trust, or anyone who trust him soon becomes an enemy to him. Always on the run he never likes to settle. He shows no fear, even though he fears almost everything. Because everything becomes a threat to him, and he loves risk, he will show nothing towards it because in truth he doesn’t want the fear to leave him. Lying is his second nature, robbing is his first. He robs only those who deserves to be robbed. Take from the rich, and kept it himself. His magic helps his journeys wherever he goes, and his is not afraid to use it at all. Always testing new boundaries, he is bound to kill himself some day with magic. Others are always his interest, but helping others is not always. Money and adventure are tied in value with him. He will steal money just for the fun of running away.
Magic: His magic is simple and practical. It is very rogue, untamed and wild, but he tries to control it. He was born with it and he never could get anyone to train him in using it. It is so rough and odd that people are afraid of it. Scabro doesn’t think much of it though. Some of his basic skills in magic are:
-healing/regeneration
-anti-gravity
-anti-friction
-speed
-manipulating his weapons with anti-physics
-stealth
Strengths: Pick pocketing, Robbing, Sword fighting, Stealth, Deception, Lying, Trickery, Persuasion, Sword-throwing: Boomerang style.
Weaknesses: Seriousness, Advanced magic, Obeying the Law, Ability to trust, Loyalty, Archery.
Friends: None Yet.
Enemies: None Yet.
Rivals: None Yet.
Peers: None.
History:
Father: Human, a leader of a band of mercenaries.
Mother: Elf, healer.
Siblings: None.
Brief Story: (Will write more later.)
Scabrous’s father was ambitious and reckless. With his brother and childhood friends, he created a band of mercenaries for hire. They soon got a couple of jobs as guards, raiders, questers, and other employments. Soon they grew in size and popularity and they were known across the land. On one raid he was injured in a large battle. Out in the battlefield, about to be beheaded by the enemy an elf came out of no where and killed the enemy with her magic. The elf was a girl who had her family killed by the very people that my fathers troop was told to kill. She had been tracking their enemy for a while and took pity on his father. After healing his father, she joined his troop as their healer. Soon they fell in love and get married. His mother died giving birth to Scabrous.
His father was devastated and raised me. He taught me everything he knew, he had very little magic but Scabro got an extraordinary about from his mother. Scabro’s father soon want mad and took his man on more and more deadly missions. He let young Scabro plan the battles and help, always taking his with him. Scabro’s magic was so terrifying that he couldn't ever find anyone to train him. This drove Scabro’s father more ludicrous and he soon was killed on the battlefield, a true warrior. He had tied Scabro to a tree so that he couldn't join him in fighting... he said 'A life of a mad warrior is not one for you. You are so young, I forbid you to fight by my side. For if we both died I would not die in peace knowing that I caused my own sons death.' Scabro saw the battle, he counted the men, Scabro’s father took down two hundred men with him. If they were hundred of him they could stand against an army of twenty thousand and win! Scabro was left to wonder the lands, an orphan, with great unknown power, an outcast to all. He had made many friends but he is truly his fathers son to never be able to stay at one place. Scabro has searched out training but no one can control his gift. He had learned himself. Taken up the life of a bandit in some ways, a rough. Lending out his odd skills to anyone who would pay him. With no real purpose in life, but to have fun and to become great.
((If this is in any way off with the boards story please tell me.))
