Post by bonbon56 on Nov 5, 2010 22:49:08 GMT -5
Name: Juan'tak (pronounced Won-tak) du Maela(means "the quiet"), called Tak by friends
Age: Around 35-40. Didn't know how to count until recently.
Race: Juan'tak is one of the Fell Sundavar, a race of large, lithe werecats living in the few mountains of Du Weldenvarden that can be seen leaping great ravines with their highly developed hind legs. Their name means Mountain Shadow in the Ancient Language. A very small species, they evolved from an abused werecat living with the elves named Srimrr. Srimrr was born only a few years after after the elves arrived. Not completely understanding the ways of werecats, Srimrr was found in her parents den by the elves and taken in as a pet. As she grew up, she was used as a toy. Becoming angry, she lashed out. After his attack on the elves, she was kicked out. He left to the mountains, along the way picking up werecats so as to defend her new territory from the elves. These mountain cats soon adapted to their envirenment to become the Fell Sundavar.
Occupation: Tries to live a normal peasant life, but can't help the urge to rob and steal. Over time he grew to accept his love of thievery, and soon joined an organized crime group, the nángoröth breoal. Founded by a rider grieving for his dragon named Jondolin, this gang is second only to the Hive.
Allegiance: nángoröth breoal (Cursed Family). Turns to crime because of natural instincts, but soon it will change...
Appearance: Phsyical- average height (around 6 ft., he is not full grown as his race is long-lived), lean, sinewy build. Long torso, large feet and hands with sharp, claw-like fingernails, hispanic skin tone. Short, tawny golden-orange hair with silver highlights. Strong jaw, large ears, scattered scars of different sizes, expressive blue-gray eyes, and sharper-than-normal teeth with slight fangs. As a cat he has a long body, fur like his hair, large paws and feet with powerful claws, and large ears. His tail is long with a three pronged tuft at the end, and he has a horse-like silvery mane. Silver rossetes cover his body. Clothing/armor/equiptment-normally he wears a sleevless black leather tunic strung with beads and animal parts of different sorts, breeches, a bright purple sash, no shoes, a bandolier of assorted knives, and a turban-like headpiece with an occasional mask. As armor he wears a metal breastplate, a leather "ninja mask", leather leggings, and leather vambraces with "batman"-like arm blades. His weapons are usually a bullwhip with a thin metal tip, a short urgal horn bow, and twin cobalt blue foot-and-a-half long brightsteel blades won from rhunon in a bet. These blades were from the first batch of brightsteel. His only powerful magic is a spell he created and refined for almost 5 years, du vrangr draumr (the wandering dream) which evokes the victims greatest fears out of the recesses of their mind.
Personality: Known as a ruthless villian, he is really only a confused teenager, going through a period of indecision. The few who really know him know that he is gentle, affectionate, and protective. He loves animals, and basically has his own forest full of rescued animals. Juan'tak is great at and loves to play games. Although easily distracted and constantly sarcastic and "goofy", when he is aroused or is fighting for something he really wants, he is unstoppable.
History: Born in the mountains of east Du Weldenvarden, Juan'tak's family was killed after an unsuccesful attempt to rid their underground dwelling of a wild dragon. He and his surviving older sister wandered off, his sister constantly in misery. Juan'tak, to young to understand, soon thought of their trek as an adventure, and always ran ahead, unchecked by his grieving sister. Soon though, it became apparent even to young Juan'tak that they needed food. Running ahead at the scent of meat, he found an unusual contraption with food dangling at the end. He eagerly grabbed the food, and was instantly trapped. His sister following behind, ran to the trap, looking for a way to free him. After about an hour of frantically searching for a way to free him, his sisters fussing was cut short by trapper, sending a wave of magic to kill the strange feline tampering with his catch. After taking the find home and realizing he killed a warecat, the trapper decided to keep the young creature as a son, as his mistress left him a few years before. Growing up in the slums of northern broddring , Juan'tak had to learn to defend himself from the many robbers and gangmembers wandering the streets. One of his most favored weapons, the whip, was originally taught to him by his father to be used to drive a horse carriage. Many time he snuck into the headquarters of different gangs and studied the members as they practiced with bows and swords. Taking this knowledge, Juan'tak made his own bow and mock sword, and trained with whatever free time he had. Bored after apprenticing to a blacksmith for only a month, he stopped work and began to steal for food and clothing. Not long after that he began to shoot higher, stealing jewelry and fancy clothing from nobles. During one particular break-in, he encountered a thief after the same thing as him. Cautiously circling eachother, knives drawn, the older and more experienced dwarf never once
took his eye away from the cat-like teenager standing in his way, while the nervous Juan'tak was nervously twitching, jumping at every sound. Questioning him until he let his guard down, the dwarf lunged. Only by his cat-like agility did Juan'tak keep his arm. After a quick spar, they both stood back, both strewn with nicks and cuts, an idea sparked in the dwarfs mind. The boy was skilled. Not experienced, but skilled. Not only did he show promise, he seemed to be more than human. He mused about him being a werecat, but he was much to large, and not nearly as witty. Why not he thought. Within the next year, Juan'tak had left his home with his kind adoptive father, and left with the old dwarf, named Hanvosk, and headed to the home of the nángoröth breoal, where he started a new life, learing basic magic and training in the arts of weaponry and stealth. He rose through the ranks quickly, and is leading his own decent sized band of gangmembers.
Roleplaying Sample: "Hanvosk, you ol' hag!"Juan'tak yelled, a smirk on his face, "get those shrgg riders, this seige is gettin' a little boring!"
"Yes sir!"the dwarf shouted in sarcastic reply, scurrying down the wooden tower to the huge beasts wagging their tails in anticipation of the mass slaughter ahead.
Juan'tak sat back on a stool, shivering with the same anticipation as the wolves, dodging the few arrows coming his way with the graceful confidence of a cat. Looking over the edge of the wooden railing of the seige tower, he watched as the gigantic wolves were released onto the flimsy oak walls of the fortress, steady dwarves atop their backs with spears poised for attack.
The fortress that the nángoröth breoal had chosen to attack was a half-way built defensive station put down by the Broddring empire in order to prevent the elves from exiting Du Weldenvarden. Despite not liking the elves, he liked the humans even less, and anything he could do to make their lives miserable was good fun for him.
Slowly but surely, the vicious wolves tore down the makeshift walls. Getting bored, Juan'tak decided to join the fight.
"You there...uh...Raavin!" he shouted to a werecat watching from below,"go get me my equiptment! I've got a craving for some human slaughter!"
"Okey-Dokey!"the lesser replied with the usual werecat humor.
Within an hour, Juan'tak was ready. With a venomous smile on his face, he raced in, gracefully flipping and jumping about, finding his target with almost every shot of his meticulously made urgal horn bow. Wanting to see a few more painful deaths, he threw his bow over his shoulder and cracked out his whip in one quick and graceful movement.
Very quickly, the weak fortress was dismantled. The few survivors were released to tell the king of Broddring of the military failure. The nángoröth breoal always left at least one survivor so that he could spread the news and strike fear into the public.
Age: Around 35-40. Didn't know how to count until recently.
Race: Juan'tak is one of the Fell Sundavar, a race of large, lithe werecats living in the few mountains of Du Weldenvarden that can be seen leaping great ravines with their highly developed hind legs. Their name means Mountain Shadow in the Ancient Language. A very small species, they evolved from an abused werecat living with the elves named Srimrr. Srimrr was born only a few years after after the elves arrived. Not completely understanding the ways of werecats, Srimrr was found in her parents den by the elves and taken in as a pet. As she grew up, she was used as a toy. Becoming angry, she lashed out. After his attack on the elves, she was kicked out. He left to the mountains, along the way picking up werecats so as to defend her new territory from the elves. These mountain cats soon adapted to their envirenment to become the Fell Sundavar.
Occupation: Tries to live a normal peasant life, but can't help the urge to rob and steal. Over time he grew to accept his love of thievery, and soon joined an organized crime group, the nángoröth breoal. Founded by a rider grieving for his dragon named Jondolin, this gang is second only to the Hive.
Allegiance: nángoröth breoal (Cursed Family). Turns to crime because of natural instincts, but soon it will change...
Appearance: Phsyical- average height (around 6 ft., he is not full grown as his race is long-lived), lean, sinewy build. Long torso, large feet and hands with sharp, claw-like fingernails, hispanic skin tone. Short, tawny golden-orange hair with silver highlights. Strong jaw, large ears, scattered scars of different sizes, expressive blue-gray eyes, and sharper-than-normal teeth with slight fangs. As a cat he has a long body, fur like his hair, large paws and feet with powerful claws, and large ears. His tail is long with a three pronged tuft at the end, and he has a horse-like silvery mane. Silver rossetes cover his body. Clothing/armor/equiptment-normally he wears a sleevless black leather tunic strung with beads and animal parts of different sorts, breeches, a bright purple sash, no shoes, a bandolier of assorted knives, and a turban-like headpiece with an occasional mask. As armor he wears a metal breastplate, a leather "ninja mask", leather leggings, and leather vambraces with "batman"-like arm blades. His weapons are usually a bullwhip with a thin metal tip, a short urgal horn bow, and twin cobalt blue foot-and-a-half long brightsteel blades won from rhunon in a bet. These blades were from the first batch of brightsteel. His only powerful magic is a spell he created and refined for almost 5 years, du vrangr draumr (the wandering dream) which evokes the victims greatest fears out of the recesses of their mind.
Personality: Known as a ruthless villian, he is really only a confused teenager, going through a period of indecision. The few who really know him know that he is gentle, affectionate, and protective. He loves animals, and basically has his own forest full of rescued animals. Juan'tak is great at and loves to play games. Although easily distracted and constantly sarcastic and "goofy", when he is aroused or is fighting for something he really wants, he is unstoppable.
History: Born in the mountains of east Du Weldenvarden, Juan'tak's family was killed after an unsuccesful attempt to rid their underground dwelling of a wild dragon. He and his surviving older sister wandered off, his sister constantly in misery. Juan'tak, to young to understand, soon thought of their trek as an adventure, and always ran ahead, unchecked by his grieving sister. Soon though, it became apparent even to young Juan'tak that they needed food. Running ahead at the scent of meat, he found an unusual contraption with food dangling at the end. He eagerly grabbed the food, and was instantly trapped. His sister following behind, ran to the trap, looking for a way to free him. After about an hour of frantically searching for a way to free him, his sisters fussing was cut short by trapper, sending a wave of magic to kill the strange feline tampering with his catch. After taking the find home and realizing he killed a warecat, the trapper decided to keep the young creature as a son, as his mistress left him a few years before. Growing up in the slums of northern broddring , Juan'tak had to learn to defend himself from the many robbers and gangmembers wandering the streets. One of his most favored weapons, the whip, was originally taught to him by his father to be used to drive a horse carriage. Many time he snuck into the headquarters of different gangs and studied the members as they practiced with bows and swords. Taking this knowledge, Juan'tak made his own bow and mock sword, and trained with whatever free time he had. Bored after apprenticing to a blacksmith for only a month, he stopped work and began to steal for food and clothing. Not long after that he began to shoot higher, stealing jewelry and fancy clothing from nobles. During one particular break-in, he encountered a thief after the same thing as him. Cautiously circling eachother, knives drawn, the older and more experienced dwarf never once
took his eye away from the cat-like teenager standing in his way, while the nervous Juan'tak was nervously twitching, jumping at every sound. Questioning him until he let his guard down, the dwarf lunged. Only by his cat-like agility did Juan'tak keep his arm. After a quick spar, they both stood back, both strewn with nicks and cuts, an idea sparked in the dwarfs mind. The boy was skilled. Not experienced, but skilled. Not only did he show promise, he seemed to be more than human. He mused about him being a werecat, but he was much to large, and not nearly as witty. Why not he thought. Within the next year, Juan'tak had left his home with his kind adoptive father, and left with the old dwarf, named Hanvosk, and headed to the home of the nángoröth breoal, where he started a new life, learing basic magic and training in the arts of weaponry and stealth. He rose through the ranks quickly, and is leading his own decent sized band of gangmembers.
Roleplaying Sample: "Hanvosk, you ol' hag!"Juan'tak yelled, a smirk on his face, "get those shrgg riders, this seige is gettin' a little boring!"
"Yes sir!"the dwarf shouted in sarcastic reply, scurrying down the wooden tower to the huge beasts wagging their tails in anticipation of the mass slaughter ahead.
Juan'tak sat back on a stool, shivering with the same anticipation as the wolves, dodging the few arrows coming his way with the graceful confidence of a cat. Looking over the edge of the wooden railing of the seige tower, he watched as the gigantic wolves were released onto the flimsy oak walls of the fortress, steady dwarves atop their backs with spears poised for attack.
The fortress that the nángoröth breoal had chosen to attack was a half-way built defensive station put down by the Broddring empire in order to prevent the elves from exiting Du Weldenvarden. Despite not liking the elves, he liked the humans even less, and anything he could do to make their lives miserable was good fun for him.
Slowly but surely, the vicious wolves tore down the makeshift walls. Getting bored, Juan'tak decided to join the fight.
"You there...uh...Raavin!" he shouted to a werecat watching from below,"go get me my equiptment! I've got a craving for some human slaughter!"
"Okey-Dokey!"the lesser replied with the usual werecat humor.
Within an hour, Juan'tak was ready. With a venomous smile on his face, he raced in, gracefully flipping and jumping about, finding his target with almost every shot of his meticulously made urgal horn bow. Wanting to see a few more painful deaths, he threw his bow over his shoulder and cracked out his whip in one quick and graceful movement.
Very quickly, the weak fortress was dismantled. The few survivors were released to tell the king of Broddring of the military failure. The nángoröth breoal always left at least one survivor so that he could spread the news and strike fear into the public.
