Post by Jaretho on Apr 3, 2010 16:02:33 GMT -5
Name: Jaretho Stickerfoot
Age: 31
Race: Orc
Physical Description: Jaretho has the skin greener than pine and a stench that would shrivel the leaves of that very tree. He holds a nearly pure complexion though, an oddity among his people who usually hold scars from head to toe. He wears a leather breastplate with various depictions of leaping spiders in praise of his tribes deity, Garrana the Spider. He wears a cotton loincloth and leather armoring around his legs to the knee. Upon his feet he wears crusted metal boots with spikes coming out of the toes. His muscles ripple in the common fitness of his kin upon his hand are two war claws which are slightly rusted and hold the caked blood of enemies.
His face is brutish, with long tusks reaching out of his bottom lips and a nose of two enlarged nostrils. His eyes are a striking blue and his hair is jet black in a shaggy and uncontrolled frock which covers the back of his neck.
Personality: Jaretho is incredibly loyal to his people and will do anything in there defense, but when it comes to outsiders, he could hate them no more than he does now. Jaretho is incredibly racial, seeing people who are orcs or close to orcs in higher regard than other peoples and will make judgments accordingly. Jaretho is not learned as his culture discourages knowledge, so he mainly relies on common sense than actual intelligence, which makes him frightfully prone to instinctive reactions.
History: Jaretho was born of a wealthy family of a powerful orc chieftain and his wife. He grew under his fathers tutelage and was raised to be a shaman, but his clan was murdered by a larger tribe and Jaretho was forced into slave labor. After years of captivity, he was inducted into the tribes military and quickly rose in rank due to his reputation for fearless brutality. In his battles he bore boots with spikes and his surname was quickly awarded for this strange accessorizing. Now in his prime, Jaretho commands a scouting squadron of orcs for the tribe of Garrana in search of plunder and glory.
Age: 31
Race: Orc
Physical Description: Jaretho has the skin greener than pine and a stench that would shrivel the leaves of that very tree. He holds a nearly pure complexion though, an oddity among his people who usually hold scars from head to toe. He wears a leather breastplate with various depictions of leaping spiders in praise of his tribes deity, Garrana the Spider. He wears a cotton loincloth and leather armoring around his legs to the knee. Upon his feet he wears crusted metal boots with spikes coming out of the toes. His muscles ripple in the common fitness of his kin upon his hand are two war claws which are slightly rusted and hold the caked blood of enemies.
His face is brutish, with long tusks reaching out of his bottom lips and a nose of two enlarged nostrils. His eyes are a striking blue and his hair is jet black in a shaggy and uncontrolled frock which covers the back of his neck.
Personality: Jaretho is incredibly loyal to his people and will do anything in there defense, but when it comes to outsiders, he could hate them no more than he does now. Jaretho is incredibly racial, seeing people who are orcs or close to orcs in higher regard than other peoples and will make judgments accordingly. Jaretho is not learned as his culture discourages knowledge, so he mainly relies on common sense than actual intelligence, which makes him frightfully prone to instinctive reactions.
History: Jaretho was born of a wealthy family of a powerful orc chieftain and his wife. He grew under his fathers tutelage and was raised to be a shaman, but his clan was murdered by a larger tribe and Jaretho was forced into slave labor. After years of captivity, he was inducted into the tribes military and quickly rose in rank due to his reputation for fearless brutality. In his battles he bore boots with spikes and his surname was quickly awarded for this strange accessorizing. Now in his prime, Jaretho commands a scouting squadron of orcs for the tribe of Garrana in search of plunder and glory.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.