Post by Pruvan on Jan 7, 2010 19:06:21 GMT -5
Name: Gen’hrarwl Proareh (Gen for short)
Age: 43 human years (exact human to gnoll age conversion unknown since gnolls are savage in nature and tend to not survive very long, though historic recordings indicate rare occasions of Gnolls reaching well over 200 human years in age)
Race: Gnoll
Gender: Male
Color: 302020
Physical Appearance:
Gen stands a rather short 5 feet tall, though this is mostly because of his strangely bending knees. Being a Gnoll, an advanced cousin species of the Hyaenidae family, his body is covered entirely in dirty, brown-yellowish fur. Unlike hyenas, Gnolls can stand and walk upright and are slenderer, to allow their hind legs to support their weight. Their front paws are nearly identical, with the exception of an added digit that functions as a human thumb would, allowing them to grasp things.
His head is also similar to that of a hyena’s, though his nose is flatter and his ears are sharper, pointing to the back and slightly upwards. He can move them around to better hear sounds from various directions. His eyes are small black pearls swimming in a puddle of orange and give off a faint glow in the dark. His mouth is filled with sharp teeth betraying his carnivorous nature, but not sharp enough to actually look threatening. He can often be seen drooling when in the company of attractive women.
His head hangs slightly forward relative to his torso, and he has a small hill of fat and fur across his back making him look somewhat like a hunchback. A rather common sight amongst Gnolls. Compared to the more savage and warrior-natured of his kin, Gen has rather slender arms and legs betraying his lack of muscle. He does have a somewhat exposing belly though, betraying he’s no stranger to eating lots and plenty. And being able to afford it.
He often goes dressed in a sloppy combination of cloth and animal skin, mostly depending on the weather and what he managed to grab a hold of in the morning. He has three golden rings adorning his right ear and a necklace composed of small animal bones around his neck, for luck. Other than that, his clothes are often rambling with an assortment of bracers and feathers that happened to be attached to the clothes he’s currently wearing.
History:
Gen hails from a smaller continent across the sea, far to the east of Valear, called Mringor. A savannah wasteland inhabited by traders of all races seeking to sell their goods gathered from all across the globe. There are several human settlements scattered across the continent, along with a handful of gnoll encampments further inland.
Gen was born and raised in one such camp. As he grew up, he found himself enthralled by the many mysterious books that passing traders and merchants carried on them. Unlike the rest of his kind, who only cared for the meat and spices they carried. He had the misfortune of having to grow up in a hunting tribe, where such frivolous things like books and reading meant little compared to being a strong and honorable hunter.
It’s no surprise that Gen took leave from his hometown at a rather young age, leaving his “loved” ones behind and making for one of the then major seaports on the continent. There, managing to survive via the odd job and making enough money as to not starve to death, he mastered the art of reading and found himself fascinated by the many books from various parts of the planet he was now capable of understanding.
Of most interest to him were the books that spoke of ailments, possessions, poisons, anatomy, medicine and the ways one could cure the many diseases of this world. Being, relatively, one of the brightest of his tribe, it didn’t take him long to see the potential for profit. Seamen that spent many a lonely month on sea often suffered from deadly diseases like scurvy, from lack of a diverse diet, or hypothermia from sleeping in cold nights and the sorts. Even a simple wood splinter inside one’s leg could easily get infected and start rotting away resulting in the loss of limbs if left untreated.
Given these were all traders by heart who valued their money over their lives, and clerics in major cities have a nasty tendency of charging an extra coin or two, Gen quickly became known as the cheapest healer in town. He started off small, buying simple ingredients to aid and heal people, then moved on up as time went on. For the more people he healed, the more he earned, the more books and ingredients he could buy, the more he learned, the more he could heal, and so on…
After a good twenty-some years, Gen found himself in the possession of countless rare and unique books with priceless information in them on many well and far lesser known subjects, an incredibly adept skill at bargaining, an even greater skill at healing and enough money in his pocket to travel. Sure enough, since over the years economy had been steadily declining in the once great seaport, and the prizes of his services along with it, Gen eventually set sail towards the continent of Valear.
Finding the people that inhabited this strange continent of both heat and cold, unlike his temperate homeland, a pathetically inexperienced bunch in the art of bartering by comparison, the smell of easy profit inclined him to settle down here. He currently inhabits a small village at Lonea Lake, bordering Selkia Forest. A strategic location for him since it allows him access to the many unique ingredients of this continent.
And though the village he now inhabits is small, his renowned skills as a healer and his openness towards... Shall we say, shadier jobs, has already begun to spread across the continent.
Personality:
If you had to describe him with one word it would be greedy. To Gen, the jingle of coins sounds more beautiful than the purest choirs in heaven. He’d do anything for money and isn’t afraid to use his skills as a healer as a bargain to smooth talk people out of their money. However, as a merchant he is true to his word. Once paid he’ll get the job done. Not because he cares mind you, but just to prove he can. He is also known to be rude, selfish, vulgar and has no shame in making indecent and often perverted comments to the female gender (even those of other races). All unfortunate traits of his savage race, it’s genetic they say...
Aside from all this though, he is very devoted to his work. He has collected books, scrolls, tomes, herbs, extracts and other rare and extraordinary items most haven’t even heard of to aid his researches and to make his strange potions and cures with. His goal is to one day become the world’s greatest healer, his name crafted on the chart of legends, and become filthy rich in the process. He can take his job as a healer very seriously if he has to and isn’t afraid to try things most clerics would consider Dark Arts, impure or simply insanely dangerous.
Because of this, most of his clients are from the “wrong crowd”. The kind who were refused help by the Holy Clerics that scatter the land, or have mingled themselves in the Dark Arts and mutilated their bodies, or made deals with some nasty demons and now need someone to clean up the mess in their heads for them.
Powers:
Extremely adept in the arts of healing. From common colds all the way up to demonic possessions, he often has the knowledge and, more importantly, resources to help.
His collection of books contains some of the rarest books on the planet involving the fields of medicine, studies of the anatomy of this world’s creatures and even some on (dark or otherwise) magic.
He has a sly tongue and can often talk his way out of a mess, should he find himself in one, and can fetch a good coin out of most deals he makes.
Weaknesses:
He has no skills in combat whatsoever and is therefore easily intimidated when threatened.
He values his money over his own life and is just plain greedy in nature.
He has an unhealthy and rather sickening love for beautiful women and can be disturbingly perverted at times.
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{OOC: This character's been lingering and unfolding in the back of my head for some time now, so I figured I should just go ahead and post him already ;D He seems like a fun secondary I could use from time to time}
Age: 43 human years (exact human to gnoll age conversion unknown since gnolls are savage in nature and tend to not survive very long, though historic recordings indicate rare occasions of Gnolls reaching well over 200 human years in age)
Race: Gnoll
Gender: Male
Color: 302020
Physical Appearance:
Gen stands a rather short 5 feet tall, though this is mostly because of his strangely bending knees. Being a Gnoll, an advanced cousin species of the Hyaenidae family, his body is covered entirely in dirty, brown-yellowish fur. Unlike hyenas, Gnolls can stand and walk upright and are slenderer, to allow their hind legs to support their weight. Their front paws are nearly identical, with the exception of an added digit that functions as a human thumb would, allowing them to grasp things.
His head is also similar to that of a hyena’s, though his nose is flatter and his ears are sharper, pointing to the back and slightly upwards. He can move them around to better hear sounds from various directions. His eyes are small black pearls swimming in a puddle of orange and give off a faint glow in the dark. His mouth is filled with sharp teeth betraying his carnivorous nature, but not sharp enough to actually look threatening. He can often be seen drooling when in the company of attractive women.
His head hangs slightly forward relative to his torso, and he has a small hill of fat and fur across his back making him look somewhat like a hunchback. A rather common sight amongst Gnolls. Compared to the more savage and warrior-natured of his kin, Gen has rather slender arms and legs betraying his lack of muscle. He does have a somewhat exposing belly though, betraying he’s no stranger to eating lots and plenty. And being able to afford it.
He often goes dressed in a sloppy combination of cloth and animal skin, mostly depending on the weather and what he managed to grab a hold of in the morning. He has three golden rings adorning his right ear and a necklace composed of small animal bones around his neck, for luck. Other than that, his clothes are often rambling with an assortment of bracers and feathers that happened to be attached to the clothes he’s currently wearing.
History:
Gen hails from a smaller continent across the sea, far to the east of Valear, called Mringor. A savannah wasteland inhabited by traders of all races seeking to sell their goods gathered from all across the globe. There are several human settlements scattered across the continent, along with a handful of gnoll encampments further inland.
Gen was born and raised in one such camp. As he grew up, he found himself enthralled by the many mysterious books that passing traders and merchants carried on them. Unlike the rest of his kind, who only cared for the meat and spices they carried. He had the misfortune of having to grow up in a hunting tribe, where such frivolous things like books and reading meant little compared to being a strong and honorable hunter.
It’s no surprise that Gen took leave from his hometown at a rather young age, leaving his “loved” ones behind and making for one of the then major seaports on the continent. There, managing to survive via the odd job and making enough money as to not starve to death, he mastered the art of reading and found himself fascinated by the many books from various parts of the planet he was now capable of understanding.
Of most interest to him were the books that spoke of ailments, possessions, poisons, anatomy, medicine and the ways one could cure the many diseases of this world. Being, relatively, one of the brightest of his tribe, it didn’t take him long to see the potential for profit. Seamen that spent many a lonely month on sea often suffered from deadly diseases like scurvy, from lack of a diverse diet, or hypothermia from sleeping in cold nights and the sorts. Even a simple wood splinter inside one’s leg could easily get infected and start rotting away resulting in the loss of limbs if left untreated.
Given these were all traders by heart who valued their money over their lives, and clerics in major cities have a nasty tendency of charging an extra coin or two, Gen quickly became known as the cheapest healer in town. He started off small, buying simple ingredients to aid and heal people, then moved on up as time went on. For the more people he healed, the more he earned, the more books and ingredients he could buy, the more he learned, the more he could heal, and so on…
After a good twenty-some years, Gen found himself in the possession of countless rare and unique books with priceless information in them on many well and far lesser known subjects, an incredibly adept skill at bargaining, an even greater skill at healing and enough money in his pocket to travel. Sure enough, since over the years economy had been steadily declining in the once great seaport, and the prizes of his services along with it, Gen eventually set sail towards the continent of Valear.
Finding the people that inhabited this strange continent of both heat and cold, unlike his temperate homeland, a pathetically inexperienced bunch in the art of bartering by comparison, the smell of easy profit inclined him to settle down here. He currently inhabits a small village at Lonea Lake, bordering Selkia Forest. A strategic location for him since it allows him access to the many unique ingredients of this continent.
And though the village he now inhabits is small, his renowned skills as a healer and his openness towards... Shall we say, shadier jobs, has already begun to spread across the continent.
Personality:
If you had to describe him with one word it would be greedy. To Gen, the jingle of coins sounds more beautiful than the purest choirs in heaven. He’d do anything for money and isn’t afraid to use his skills as a healer as a bargain to smooth talk people out of their money. However, as a merchant he is true to his word. Once paid he’ll get the job done. Not because he cares mind you, but just to prove he can. He is also known to be rude, selfish, vulgar and has no shame in making indecent and often perverted comments to the female gender (even those of other races). All unfortunate traits of his savage race, it’s genetic they say...
Aside from all this though, he is very devoted to his work. He has collected books, scrolls, tomes, herbs, extracts and other rare and extraordinary items most haven’t even heard of to aid his researches and to make his strange potions and cures with. His goal is to one day become the world’s greatest healer, his name crafted on the chart of legends, and become filthy rich in the process. He can take his job as a healer very seriously if he has to and isn’t afraid to try things most clerics would consider Dark Arts, impure or simply insanely dangerous.
Because of this, most of his clients are from the “wrong crowd”. The kind who were refused help by the Holy Clerics that scatter the land, or have mingled themselves in the Dark Arts and mutilated their bodies, or made deals with some nasty demons and now need someone to clean up the mess in their heads for them.
Powers:
Extremely adept in the arts of healing. From common colds all the way up to demonic possessions, he often has the knowledge and, more importantly, resources to help.
His collection of books contains some of the rarest books on the planet involving the fields of medicine, studies of the anatomy of this world’s creatures and even some on (dark or otherwise) magic.
He has a sly tongue and can often talk his way out of a mess, should he find himself in one, and can fetch a good coin out of most deals he makes.
Weaknesses:
He has no skills in combat whatsoever and is therefore easily intimidated when threatened.
He values his money over his own life and is just plain greedy in nature.
He has an unhealthy and rather sickening love for beautiful women and can be disturbingly perverted at times.
-----/-----
{OOC: This character's been lingering and unfolding in the back of my head for some time now, so I figured I should just go ahead and post him already ;D He seems like a fun secondary I could use from time to time}
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.