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Name: Leonart Arimat Edgarus III (But his friends call him Leo)
Age: 67 (about 19 when compared with a Human's lifespan)
Race: Kaiman (Your usual human plus a few extra qualities. They are usually a bit taller than humans, though no more thin, and have tanned skin, dark hair, amber or golden eyes. The females are generally shorter and thinner and have a greater chance of receiving the golden eyes gene than males. Their lives are about 282 years on average, (279 for males and 285 for females) though some lucky so-and-sos have lived to 300 and onwards.
Kaiman, generally speaking, are a lot less subtle in communication than humans are. They find themselves physically unable to keep secrets or lie to another and find no greater horror than to be burdened with guilt. As such they are incredibly gullible, believing even the most blatant of lies, and also incredibly forward, flirting with any being that catches their eye.)
Appearance: Leo is the goddamned authority on hunting, having written enough books about the subject and killed enough creatures to stock a small library and mount heads on every inch of the wall, so he bloody well looks like it. He's 6'5", garbed in personalised armour that looks like something from a fashionista's worst nightmare but a hunter's best friend. His hair is unusually light for a Kaiman, though only visible as a brown tinge reflected in the thick, black strands of his hair. His eyes are amber coloured and jitter back and forth as they analyse every inch of the environment, making sure that this hunter is never surprised.
Role: Hunter
Equipment: He wears the usual hunter's garb, tanned leather sewn expertly together to give maximum protection while sacrificing no mobility, with a few added spoils which include a cape and brooch made from the bodies of animals he has killed. Baroc, eygars, baby drogan, you name it and he's probably got some of it's fur in his cape, and perhaps a bit of their skeleton holding it in place. He has a metal pad, on his right shoulder, with a little flame designed crest embedded onto it and the letters "Z.A.M.S", though he refuses to tell you what this means and similar pads on his knees and a metallic mesh over his chest to shrug off piercing attacks, such as tusks or the arrows of a rival hunter. It is not so useful against slashing weapons.
His longbow is a similar affair. He took a perfectly bog standard longbow and set to work customising it. As such a large blue Gebaroc feather winds from the top to the bottom, a red Sibaroc one running in the opposite direction, both providing enough tensile strength to prevent the bow from snapping or breaking as an arrow is drawn back. A drogan tooth sticks from the bottom, allowing him to stand it up in the ground (if the ground is suitably soft and stable) or stab people without having to fumble for another weapon.
The quiver he keeps his arrows in gets the same treatment, to expect otherwise would be foolish. He has put two quivers together, holding them with an unidentifiable type of ribcage and wrapping them with ironweed, an anti-rust herb.
Bio: "Leonart Edgarus is a ridiculous man, and an awful brother. How he, a man who I saw first hand couldn't lie to save his own life, made such a living of hiding and hunting in plain sight is beyond me." --- Marxine Edgarus, sister to Leonart.
Leo grew up in the city of Montedare, overlooking the river Ester from his home. He always admired his father's work as a hunter for giving him such a view, the lights of the Montedare river boats dancing across the Ester is a sight unparalleled in the entire natural world (or so says this hunter). As such, Leonart aspired to become a hunter also.
No misfortunes beheld him, his village did not spontaneously set on fire, his family was not murdered by some over-eager noble for some ridiculous reason that made no sense to anyone and he was not orphaned at a young age like that which seems to happen to a freakishly large amount of people nowadays, and when he was 13 his father, Sahert Edgarus, allowed him to watch a true master at work. They went hunting together, his mother and sister coming along to watch the two of them.
He went hunting with his family for days, and sometimes weeks, at a time by the age of 17. They would stay beneath the stars, forgetting every worry as they drifted in a serene dream, and hunt the most profitable creatures by day. A bit strange, yes, but he found the exercise to be engaging, fun and often felt happy during the hunting trips. They made much money from this, spending little on the trip itself and gaining huge returns from their prey.
Since then Leo has been on the fast track to success, hunting the biggest of creatures and bringing them to their knees with naught but a longbow and his ingenuity. He's become fairly well known over the year and wealthy enough to start a bit of traveling. All in the interest of hunting of course, he plans to kill one of each animal and get a 'souvenir' from each.
Age: 67 (about 19 when compared with a Human's lifespan)
Race: Kaiman (Your usual human plus a few extra qualities. They are usually a bit taller than humans, though no more thin, and have tanned skin, dark hair, amber or golden eyes. The females are generally shorter and thinner and have a greater chance of receiving the golden eyes gene than males. Their lives are about 282 years on average, (279 for males and 285 for females) though some lucky so-and-sos have lived to 300 and onwards.
Kaiman, generally speaking, are a lot less subtle in communication than humans are. They find themselves physically unable to keep secrets or lie to another and find no greater horror than to be burdened with guilt. As such they are incredibly gullible, believing even the most blatant of lies, and also incredibly forward, flirting with any being that catches their eye.)
Appearance: Leo is the goddamned authority on hunting, having written enough books about the subject and killed enough creatures to stock a small library and mount heads on every inch of the wall, so he bloody well looks like it. He's 6'5", garbed in personalised armour that looks like something from a fashionista's worst nightmare but a hunter's best friend. His hair is unusually light for a Kaiman, though only visible as a brown tinge reflected in the thick, black strands of his hair. His eyes are amber coloured and jitter back and forth as they analyse every inch of the environment, making sure that this hunter is never surprised.
Role: Hunter
Equipment: He wears the usual hunter's garb, tanned leather sewn expertly together to give maximum protection while sacrificing no mobility, with a few added spoils which include a cape and brooch made from the bodies of animals he has killed. Baroc, eygars, baby drogan, you name it and he's probably got some of it's fur in his cape, and perhaps a bit of their skeleton holding it in place. He has a metal pad, on his right shoulder, with a little flame designed crest embedded onto it and the letters "Z.A.M.S", though he refuses to tell you what this means and similar pads on his knees and a metallic mesh over his chest to shrug off piercing attacks, such as tusks or the arrows of a rival hunter. It is not so useful against slashing weapons.
His longbow is a similar affair. He took a perfectly bog standard longbow and set to work customising it. As such a large blue Gebaroc feather winds from the top to the bottom, a red Sibaroc one running in the opposite direction, both providing enough tensile strength to prevent the bow from snapping or breaking as an arrow is drawn back. A drogan tooth sticks from the bottom, allowing him to stand it up in the ground (if the ground is suitably soft and stable) or stab people without having to fumble for another weapon.
The quiver he keeps his arrows in gets the same treatment, to expect otherwise would be foolish. He has put two quivers together, holding them with an unidentifiable type of ribcage and wrapping them with ironweed, an anti-rust herb.
Bio: "Leonart Edgarus is a ridiculous man, and an awful brother. How he, a man who I saw first hand couldn't lie to save his own life, made such a living of hiding and hunting in plain sight is beyond me." --- Marxine Edgarus, sister to Leonart.
Leo grew up in the city of Montedare, overlooking the river Ester from his home. He always admired his father's work as a hunter for giving him such a view, the lights of the Montedare river boats dancing across the Ester is a sight unparalleled in the entire natural world (or so says this hunter). As such, Leonart aspired to become a hunter also.
No misfortunes beheld him, his village did not spontaneously set on fire, his family was not murdered by some over-eager noble for some ridiculous reason that made no sense to anyone and he was not orphaned at a young age like that which seems to happen to a freakishly large amount of people nowadays, and when he was 13 his father, Sahert Edgarus, allowed him to watch a true master at work. They went hunting together, his mother and sister coming along to watch the two of them.
He went hunting with his family for days, and sometimes weeks, at a time by the age of 17. They would stay beneath the stars, forgetting every worry as they drifted in a serene dream, and hunt the most profitable creatures by day. A bit strange, yes, but he found the exercise to be engaging, fun and often felt happy during the hunting trips. They made much money from this, spending little on the trip itself and gaining huge returns from their prey.
Since then Leo has been on the fast track to success, hunting the biggest of creatures and bringing them to their knees with naught but a longbow and his ingenuity. He's become fairly well known over the year and wealthy enough to start a bit of traveling. All in the interest of hunting of course, he plans to kill one of each animal and get a 'souvenir' from each.
You'll find I added a biography for Leo, though I did skip over the majority of his life to keep it a readable length, and I changed the description of the Kaiman. They are now less conniving bastards and more trustworthy, friendly and outgoing type people.
'Incidents'? I'm planning him to be a bit more sophisticated than a guy who goes for anything in a skirt. You won't have to worry about incidents. Just don't tell him secrets.
actually, i just put in a bio to explain how he's so damn old and yet looks 23. that and the hybrid thing.BloodyThoughts said:
I must agree fanlock. Pehaps you could give us a little info on the world we are in currently, you know? Get a little taster for the story and maybe get that one last guy interested.
EDIT: Well, i was bored, so if anyone couldn't visualise my characters head, here it is for ya.
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Lol its huge so i put it in a spoiler tag. Its a little meh, but it encompases what i wanted the character to be pretty well.
EDIT: Well, i was bored, so if anyone couldn't visualise my characters head, here it is for ya.
Lol its huge so i put it in a spoiler tag. Its a little meh, but it encompases what i wanted the character to be pretty well.
Howdy gents.....I hear you need one more player.
Hope you don't mind my inexperience.
Name: Derrick Moorton
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance: 6', built, but not warrior style. Often, he is found wearing travelers clothing, as he is not one to sit still when there are things he could be doing. Looking at him, he is not exactly remarkable. Green eyes, a simple smile, and scars mostly on his arms and torso. His hair, while mostly black, has some grey strands in it, likely from his exertion of magic.
Role: Priest
Equipment: A simple dark cloak, so as to not attract attention, and a reinforced quarterstaff, so a sword or axe doesn't split it in two. A pair of silver daggers, a sealed flask of holy water, and a wooden stake. A bag filled with different herbs and bandages, as well as a few survival tools, like torches, food, and water flasks, and few holy trinkets.
Bio: Derrick is a Priest, but you wouldn't know it by talking to him. The battles he helped heal in have made him more than just a healer. He is more than willing to fight, but realizes he was not built for it. Being a traveling healer has expanded his knowledge quite a bit of the world, and has made him odd in the sight of his other priestly brethren. He is more than skilled with his reinforced staff he had made for himself. The metal inside of the pole is something that was realized as a need after a nice arm slicing when he got too close to the front lines. Even a captain once remarked to him "If I didn't know any better, you're more skilled than most of my men with that stick you have."
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance: 6', built, but not warrior style. Often, he is found wearing travelers clothing, as he is not one to sit still when there are things he could be doing. Looking at him, he is not exactly remarkable. Green eyes, a simple smile, and scars mostly on his arms and torso. His hair, while mostly black, has some grey strands in it, likely from his exertion of magic.
Role: Priest
Equipment: A simple dark cloak, so as to not attract attention, and a reinforced quarterstaff, so a sword or axe doesn't split it in two. A pair of silver daggers, a sealed flask of holy water, and a wooden stake. A bag filled with different herbs and bandages, as well as a few survival tools, like torches, food, and water flasks, and few holy trinkets.
Bio: Derrick is a Priest, but you wouldn't know it by talking to him. The battles he helped heal in have made him more than just a healer. He is more than willing to fight, but realizes he was not built for it. Being a traveling healer has expanded his knowledge quite a bit of the world, and has made him odd in the sight of his other priestly brethren. He is more than skilled with his reinforced staff he had made for himself. The metal inside of the pole is something that was realized as a need after a nice arm slicing when he got too close to the front lines. Even a captain once remarked to him "If I didn't know any better, you're more skilled than most of my men with that stick you have."
Hope you don't mind my inexperience.