Post by ryan on Nov 3, 2010 14:10:12 GMT -5
Name: Nar Gormak
Age:32
Race:Urgal (Kull)
Occupation:Chief
Allegiance:Independent (His tribe)
Physical Description: Being a Kull is a very grand trait among the Ugralgra. Gormak stands at an enormous nine feet tall. This walking tower is very easy to spot, and due to this many can see his physical attributes. His legs mimic that of a tree, everything about Gormak is substantial. He clearly mimics a walking tree. He has spent much of his time, on top of being naturally athletic, working on his strength. He has an impressive stature. This is one of the reasons he was been named Nar. His grayish color skin is never hidden, Gormak is not a huge fan of armor, he only wears it when completely necessary.
Personality:Nar Gormak has never been one to fool around or play games, he is always serious. When he was born his Ushnark, father, had disciplined him well. He was set on having Gormak become a great warrior, like himself. His Ushnark was well respected among their tribe, he had caused the tide of battle to turn numerous times, though he lacked the title of Nar he was still respected of as a great warrior. Gormak looked up to him, he was almost a mirror of his father
Cold, but not manipulative, Gormak shows little mercy for those who lack respect. If you show respect, you will have Gormak at your side. He never stands traitors, he would kill an Ugralgra traitor over any other living creature if he had the chance. Any sort of traitor in his mind was an enemy. If you join an alliance, stick with it until the death, this was the code that Gormak lived by. Which was also the reason he kept his tribe in line. He was not willing to lose it due to alliances.
He has always been a great leader, and shows little hesitation in battle. He is a very brave fighter, and sometimes the bravery leads to deaths of the people around him. He has made errors in battle, but his people still respect him. He has learned from those mistakes, and the few battles that he has lost, have lead him to become an even greater leader. In his tribe he treats everyone the same, except those who have earned a title.
History:Born into a rather well respected tribe, Gormak was lucky enough to be one of the Kull in that tribe. As soon as he was able to walk, Gormak began to train with his father. He had to become a great warrior if he expected to live in this tribe. Those who were weak were challenged to duel, and were killed off. Gormak's Ushnark would not allow his first born son to be killed. This could not happen. One morning Gormak rose from the cold cave floor. His father towering over him. He was still a cub, but his horns had finally began to show. It was time him to travel into the wilderness. He set out that morning with nothing but his loin cloth that he wore.
Gormak set off into the wilderness, he had noticed many cubs come back with smaller game. Goats, deer animals of that sort. He wanted to make his father as proud as he could. He continued to wander about the wilderness for hours. He was very tall for a cub, he was showing signs of becoming a Kull. He had to prove he did hold the 'old blood' in his body. That he was a Kull, this test of strength would do that. Urgals could go for hours without rest, he was not tired at all, he just continued wandering around in the wilderness. Hunting for something, after a while he began to give up hope for finding this giant creature. He had one in mind, but he was not sure if he would find one. As he began to realize that he may have to settle for some wolf, or other creature, he heard a grunt from behind him.
Gormak quickly spun around, in front of him a Nagra, giant boar, stared him down. Grunting as loud as it could, one paw scratching the earth underneath it. It was going to strike. Gormak waited, stood his ground. As the boar began to charge, Gormak started to charge. He was going to prove his worth now. Seconds before they clashed, Gormak dropped to a knee and lunged for a foot of the boar. As it came close to trampling him, Gormak used his strength to try and slow it's pace. He tried flinging the boar, but he lacked the strength, and in turn caught the feet of the boar as it ran over his body. Bloodied and bruised, Gormak stood up once more. The boar had reeled around and began it's second charge. This time, Gormak stood his ground, he didn't move. As the boar charged at him, he threw a massive elbow through the air, and caught the boar's face. A thunderous crack filled the night air.
Gormak was flung back, the dead boar lay on top of him, motionless. After coughing up a little blood, Gormak rose, and flung the dead boar over both of his shoulders and began to make his way back to the caves. He presented the tribe with his catch that night, and he was officially part of the tribe. He had proven himself. As time wore on, Gormak became a very tactical, and strong warrior. He had proven himself countless times in battle, alongside his father, he learned much.
In this particular tribe the only way of becoming Chieftain is if the current one dies, and one proves himself in a duel. Or one challenges the current one himself. This was a rarity, many feared the current chieftain, he was an exceptional opponent, and has never lost a battle. On his twenty fifth year cycle, Gormak decided it was his turn to take the crown. The weakest deserved to die, and this was a dog eat dog realm. Gormak challenged the chieftain the next day. He was ready for this, but stunned the tribe, no one knew of this challenge. Not even Gormak's Ushnark. On the day of the battle the whole tribe at gathered. As Gormak made his way to the middle, he heard the chants "Otrag bagh! Otrag bagh! Otrag bagh" The circle around Gormak began to form.
He stood in the middle, and the current chieftain made his way into the circle. Gormak took two giant steps toward the war chief. He rose his head into the air, and began to let out a roar, presenting his neck to the chief, he dropped his head, and the two budded heads. Their horns banging against each other, the crowd had grown silent. The two locked arms, and the battle had begun. From the get-go, the chieftain seemed to have the upper hand. He quickly ripped Gormak from his position and flung him off to the side, Gormak collided with a sickening thud. The crowd had thought that the battle would be over as soon as the chieftain stepped on Gormak's neck.
Gormak quickly jumped to his feet, he was in pain, but he refused to show this weakness. This time he waited for the chieftain to close the ground. They were locked up again, but Gormak was the one who won this lock. He grabbed the chief around the waist and flung him around. Making him crash into the ground, Gormak on top. Two quick punches to the chieftain sent blood spraying everywhere. The two began to roll around on the ground, but after this stalemate they both rose. Gormak threw a life-ending elbow toward the chieftain when he was within reach. It sent he chieftain's head snapping away, and the crack could be heard. Gormak let out a thunderous cry of victory. "Nar Gormak," was all he could hear as the sweat dripped from his body. He was close to exhaustion
An urgal, standing about seven foot tall, made his way out of the circle. "Nar Gormak, we duel. Now." The crowd stared at the new chieftain, this had never been done before. Challenging one after he had just battled was a sign of lack of respect. One should only challenge another when both are at full strength. Before anyone could even say anything, the urgal lunged toward Gormak. No war cry, no butting of the heads, no respect. This sent anger jolting around Gormak's body. He grabbed the Urgal by his horns, and flung him aside. Gormak was going into a blood frenzy. The deafening scream could be heard from the urgal. He thought he could best the Chief now that he was tired, he learned that was a mistake from the get-go. The urgal rose, and just stood there.
Gormak this time was the one to charge, he ran forward and tackled the urgal to the ground. Pummeling him with massive elbows. He was a Kull fighting an undersized Urgal, to him this was practice. He did not let up on the blows until blood had covered his body. The strongest live, the weak die. This was how things were in this tribe. The Nar stood from his position and placed a foot upon the Urgal. "Ahgrat ukmar," he roared. He had proven that he was the strongest of the tribe, not once but twice.
As the years went on Nar Gormak's tribe had expanded. The war between Urgals had been going on for what seemed like ever, the strongest tribes thrived and grew bigger. The weaker ones would die. Gormak was the only one left in his family now, his father had died in battle, a tremendous loss to the tribe, but Gormak was ever-stronger. He was truly a great leader. Now he leads his tribe, one goal in mind, destroy anyone who tries to resist him.
Roleplaying Sample:The sun was beginning to come down, Samuel had been out in the woods for a few nights now. He had told his father and mother that he was going to make another venture into the woods, after promising to be careful he left. He hated now how protective his mother was. Always questioning him. Ever since he made the mistake of fighting a few wolves she clang to him. He was hardly even injured, he had nothing to fear out in these woods. Even if it came down to it, he knew the woods better then anyone local, he basically lived here. A few common bandits held no threat to someone as trained as Samuel. He knew his limits, and knew he was quite proficient with his bow, if it came down to it he knew he could kill a man.
He slowly began to rustle around in his hidden position. He was close to packing up, and calling it another night. Maybe he would have luck the next day. He planned on staying for a few more nights, his father and mother did not mind. It kept him busy, and out of trouble in the town. Whenever he was bored back in Aroughs he would tend to go back to his childhood habits, and cause mayhem. He rolled his neck a few times, and let the constant popping ease it's way up and down his upper back. It was a satisfying feeling, he knew he could now go and sprawl out at his campsite, and not worry about remaining motionless. As soon as he stood he could hear a rustling. He quickly snapped down to his resting position, and drew his bow.
Out from behind the brush, a large deer began to trot out, Finally, a kill. He went through his usual rituals, he waited for the deer to take his bait. As soon as the deer became distracted by the salt lick in the tree, Samuel readied his bow. Aiming right for the neck of the deer, he closed his eyes, and began to visualize the shot. He could see himself killing the deer in his mind, watching as the blood spewed out onto the dying grass. He could almost smell the insides of the deer as he cleaned it in front of the smell of a campfire. These were the nights he dreamed about. This was his sanctuary, his get-away. He pulled the string of his re-curve bow, and let the arrow slice through the evening's air. Another kill.
As he made his way toward the deer, he laughed hysterically. He knew he was a good hunter, he knew he could prove his father wrong and show his patience. He knew that if he had packed up hours before, like he had wanted to, that he would miss out. He was pleased with himself for waiting for such a time. Now that he had his first kill from the adventure, he now had confidence, which was the one thing he lacked the most. His father told him never to get a big head, which he would after a kill, but before a kill he always let the thought of failing soar through his thoughts. If he failed he would let his whole family down, they depend upon him, and his father. But now that fear was out of his mind, and it was truly the time to hunt. He pulled his skinning knife from his belt, next to the assortment of others. But before he could let his blade cut through the soft skin of his new victim, he heard another noise.
This was the sound of a blade slashing through the air. This was no animal, but a human, at least Samuel assumed the person was human. He quickly stuck the blade back in his belt, and through the bow over his shoulder. He quietly made his way through the forest, making sure he did not step on any twigs to make his presence obvious. He did not know the power of this person, nor did he know if they were alone. So he took his time, and crept up to the clearing. In the middle of it was something he had never witnessed before. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Her tan colored skin complimented her curves. Samuel's mind began to race as soon as he set eyes on her. He could not help but stare, she was an extremely beautiful woman. He watched as she began slashing, and going through motions with her sword. A woman who knows how to fight? The only thought that ran through his head, before the process of drooling over such an gorgeous specimen.
Age:32
Race:Urgal (Kull)
Occupation:Chief
Allegiance:Independent (His tribe)
Physical Description: Being a Kull is a very grand trait among the Ugralgra. Gormak stands at an enormous nine feet tall. This walking tower is very easy to spot, and due to this many can see his physical attributes. His legs mimic that of a tree, everything about Gormak is substantial. He clearly mimics a walking tree. He has spent much of his time, on top of being naturally athletic, working on his strength. He has an impressive stature. This is one of the reasons he was been named Nar. His grayish color skin is never hidden, Gormak is not a huge fan of armor, he only wears it when completely necessary.
Personality:Nar Gormak has never been one to fool around or play games, he is always serious. When he was born his Ushnark, father, had disciplined him well. He was set on having Gormak become a great warrior, like himself. His Ushnark was well respected among their tribe, he had caused the tide of battle to turn numerous times, though he lacked the title of Nar he was still respected of as a great warrior. Gormak looked up to him, he was almost a mirror of his father
Cold, but not manipulative, Gormak shows little mercy for those who lack respect. If you show respect, you will have Gormak at your side. He never stands traitors, he would kill an Ugralgra traitor over any other living creature if he had the chance. Any sort of traitor in his mind was an enemy. If you join an alliance, stick with it until the death, this was the code that Gormak lived by. Which was also the reason he kept his tribe in line. He was not willing to lose it due to alliances.
He has always been a great leader, and shows little hesitation in battle. He is a very brave fighter, and sometimes the bravery leads to deaths of the people around him. He has made errors in battle, but his people still respect him. He has learned from those mistakes, and the few battles that he has lost, have lead him to become an even greater leader. In his tribe he treats everyone the same, except those who have earned a title.
History:Born into a rather well respected tribe, Gormak was lucky enough to be one of the Kull in that tribe. As soon as he was able to walk, Gormak began to train with his father. He had to become a great warrior if he expected to live in this tribe. Those who were weak were challenged to duel, and were killed off. Gormak's Ushnark would not allow his first born son to be killed. This could not happen. One morning Gormak rose from the cold cave floor. His father towering over him. He was still a cub, but his horns had finally began to show. It was time him to travel into the wilderness. He set out that morning with nothing but his loin cloth that he wore.
Gormak set off into the wilderness, he had noticed many cubs come back with smaller game. Goats, deer animals of that sort. He wanted to make his father as proud as he could. He continued to wander about the wilderness for hours. He was very tall for a cub, he was showing signs of becoming a Kull. He had to prove he did hold the 'old blood' in his body. That he was a Kull, this test of strength would do that. Urgals could go for hours without rest, he was not tired at all, he just continued wandering around in the wilderness. Hunting for something, after a while he began to give up hope for finding this giant creature. He had one in mind, but he was not sure if he would find one. As he began to realize that he may have to settle for some wolf, or other creature, he heard a grunt from behind him.
Gormak quickly spun around, in front of him a Nagra, giant boar, stared him down. Grunting as loud as it could, one paw scratching the earth underneath it. It was going to strike. Gormak waited, stood his ground. As the boar began to charge, Gormak started to charge. He was going to prove his worth now. Seconds before they clashed, Gormak dropped to a knee and lunged for a foot of the boar. As it came close to trampling him, Gormak used his strength to try and slow it's pace. He tried flinging the boar, but he lacked the strength, and in turn caught the feet of the boar as it ran over his body. Bloodied and bruised, Gormak stood up once more. The boar had reeled around and began it's second charge. This time, Gormak stood his ground, he didn't move. As the boar charged at him, he threw a massive elbow through the air, and caught the boar's face. A thunderous crack filled the night air.
Gormak was flung back, the dead boar lay on top of him, motionless. After coughing up a little blood, Gormak rose, and flung the dead boar over both of his shoulders and began to make his way back to the caves. He presented the tribe with his catch that night, and he was officially part of the tribe. He had proven himself. As time wore on, Gormak became a very tactical, and strong warrior. He had proven himself countless times in battle, alongside his father, he learned much.
In this particular tribe the only way of becoming Chieftain is if the current one dies, and one proves himself in a duel. Or one challenges the current one himself. This was a rarity, many feared the current chieftain, he was an exceptional opponent, and has never lost a battle. On his twenty fifth year cycle, Gormak decided it was his turn to take the crown. The weakest deserved to die, and this was a dog eat dog realm. Gormak challenged the chieftain the next day. He was ready for this, but stunned the tribe, no one knew of this challenge. Not even Gormak's Ushnark. On the day of the battle the whole tribe at gathered. As Gormak made his way to the middle, he heard the chants "Otrag bagh! Otrag bagh! Otrag bagh" The circle around Gormak began to form.
He stood in the middle, and the current chieftain made his way into the circle. Gormak took two giant steps toward the war chief. He rose his head into the air, and began to let out a roar, presenting his neck to the chief, he dropped his head, and the two budded heads. Their horns banging against each other, the crowd had grown silent. The two locked arms, and the battle had begun. From the get-go, the chieftain seemed to have the upper hand. He quickly ripped Gormak from his position and flung him off to the side, Gormak collided with a sickening thud. The crowd had thought that the battle would be over as soon as the chieftain stepped on Gormak's neck.
Gormak quickly jumped to his feet, he was in pain, but he refused to show this weakness. This time he waited for the chieftain to close the ground. They were locked up again, but Gormak was the one who won this lock. He grabbed the chief around the waist and flung him around. Making him crash into the ground, Gormak on top. Two quick punches to the chieftain sent blood spraying everywhere. The two began to roll around on the ground, but after this stalemate they both rose. Gormak threw a life-ending elbow toward the chieftain when he was within reach. It sent he chieftain's head snapping away, and the crack could be heard. Gormak let out a thunderous cry of victory. "Nar Gormak," was all he could hear as the sweat dripped from his body. He was close to exhaustion
An urgal, standing about seven foot tall, made his way out of the circle. "Nar Gormak, we duel. Now." The crowd stared at the new chieftain, this had never been done before. Challenging one after he had just battled was a sign of lack of respect. One should only challenge another when both are at full strength. Before anyone could even say anything, the urgal lunged toward Gormak. No war cry, no butting of the heads, no respect. This sent anger jolting around Gormak's body. He grabbed the Urgal by his horns, and flung him aside. Gormak was going into a blood frenzy. The deafening scream could be heard from the urgal. He thought he could best the Chief now that he was tired, he learned that was a mistake from the get-go. The urgal rose, and just stood there.
Gormak this time was the one to charge, he ran forward and tackled the urgal to the ground. Pummeling him with massive elbows. He was a Kull fighting an undersized Urgal, to him this was practice. He did not let up on the blows until blood had covered his body. The strongest live, the weak die. This was how things were in this tribe. The Nar stood from his position and placed a foot upon the Urgal. "Ahgrat ukmar," he roared. He had proven that he was the strongest of the tribe, not once but twice.
As the years went on Nar Gormak's tribe had expanded. The war between Urgals had been going on for what seemed like ever, the strongest tribes thrived and grew bigger. The weaker ones would die. Gormak was the only one left in his family now, his father had died in battle, a tremendous loss to the tribe, but Gormak was ever-stronger. He was truly a great leader. Now he leads his tribe, one goal in mind, destroy anyone who tries to resist him.
Roleplaying Sample:The sun was beginning to come down, Samuel had been out in the woods for a few nights now. He had told his father and mother that he was going to make another venture into the woods, after promising to be careful he left. He hated now how protective his mother was. Always questioning him. Ever since he made the mistake of fighting a few wolves she clang to him. He was hardly even injured, he had nothing to fear out in these woods. Even if it came down to it, he knew the woods better then anyone local, he basically lived here. A few common bandits held no threat to someone as trained as Samuel. He knew his limits, and knew he was quite proficient with his bow, if it came down to it he knew he could kill a man.
He slowly began to rustle around in his hidden position. He was close to packing up, and calling it another night. Maybe he would have luck the next day. He planned on staying for a few more nights, his father and mother did not mind. It kept him busy, and out of trouble in the town. Whenever he was bored back in Aroughs he would tend to go back to his childhood habits, and cause mayhem. He rolled his neck a few times, and let the constant popping ease it's way up and down his upper back. It was a satisfying feeling, he knew he could now go and sprawl out at his campsite, and not worry about remaining motionless. As soon as he stood he could hear a rustling. He quickly snapped down to his resting position, and drew his bow.
Out from behind the brush, a large deer began to trot out, Finally, a kill. He went through his usual rituals, he waited for the deer to take his bait. As soon as the deer became distracted by the salt lick in the tree, Samuel readied his bow. Aiming right for the neck of the deer, he closed his eyes, and began to visualize the shot. He could see himself killing the deer in his mind, watching as the blood spewed out onto the dying grass. He could almost smell the insides of the deer as he cleaned it in front of the smell of a campfire. These were the nights he dreamed about. This was his sanctuary, his get-away. He pulled the string of his re-curve bow, and let the arrow slice through the evening's air. Another kill.
As he made his way toward the deer, he laughed hysterically. He knew he was a good hunter, he knew he could prove his father wrong and show his patience. He knew that if he had packed up hours before, like he had wanted to, that he would miss out. He was pleased with himself for waiting for such a time. Now that he had his first kill from the adventure, he now had confidence, which was the one thing he lacked the most. His father told him never to get a big head, which he would after a kill, but before a kill he always let the thought of failing soar through his thoughts. If he failed he would let his whole family down, they depend upon him, and his father. But now that fear was out of his mind, and it was truly the time to hunt. He pulled his skinning knife from his belt, next to the assortment of others. But before he could let his blade cut through the soft skin of his new victim, he heard another noise.
This was the sound of a blade slashing through the air. This was no animal, but a human, at least Samuel assumed the person was human. He quickly stuck the blade back in his belt, and through the bow over his shoulder. He quietly made his way through the forest, making sure he did not step on any twigs to make his presence obvious. He did not know the power of this person, nor did he know if they were alone. So he took his time, and crept up to the clearing. In the middle of it was something he had never witnessed before. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Her tan colored skin complimented her curves. Samuel's mind began to race as soon as he set eyes on her. He could not help but stare, she was an extremely beautiful woman. He watched as she began slashing, and going through motions with her sword. A woman who knows how to fight? The only thought that ran through his head, before the process of drooling over such an gorgeous specimen.
