Post by Muzz on Nov 11, 2008 0:10:07 GMT -5
Name: Muzz
Gender: Female
Race: Gnoll
Age: 15 (but gnolls age quickly - in human terms she would be around 30)
Physical Description: Muzz is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid. She stands at just under six feet tall, though would probably be taller if she didn't have such bad posture. She has grey-brown fur, green eyes and an unkempt mane of coarse black hair that runs from her head to halfway down her back. She's currently very scrawny, and wears a loincloth and a whatever-you'd-call-a-loincloth-for-the-top-half, both of which are made out of rags.
Personality: Muzz was the absolute lowest-ranking member of the gnollish tribe she grew up in. Because of this, she's an incredible coward, not really understanding that in the outside world, her powerful jaws and sharp claws could tear apart the average person with ease. Muzz won't fight unless she's certain she can win or as a last resort, and will usually not defend herself until there's absolutely no chance of her attacker backing down.
Muzz is fairly animalistic and doesn't really have very many ambitions beyond having plenty to eat and being safe from harm. She'd struggle to understand more abstract desires like fame or defending one's morals. She'll gladly be subservient to anyone who demands it, and she's generally happier and more comfortable in situations where someone outranks her and will tell her what to do. Her grasp of the English language, though she sometimes has moments of surprising clarity, is fairly basic, and came about as a result of doing various jobs for people during her travels.
History: Muzz was born a runt, and grew up as the omega as her tribe, the lowest-ranking member beneath all other gnolls, often having to bear the brunt of any aggression they wanted to work off. She's long since accepted this as her place in the world, even after having become separated from the tribe during a hunt and ending up lost and alone.
Muzz is now a wanderer, not through any desire to explore but simply because she doesn't know where to go. For the past year or so she's been just about scraping by, hitting small animals with a stick and eating them, but the fact that she's terrified to attack anything larger than a cat has held her back somewhat. She has occasionally had the luck to meet someone who isn't terrified of her and is willing to put her to work, but nobody wants a gnoll about the place for very long so such situations are generally short-lived. Ultimately, she's trying to find her place in the world, but not in any deep or philosophical way; she just wants to live somewhere warm and dry with a lot of meat about.
Gender: Female
Race: Gnoll
Age: 15 (but gnolls age quickly - in human terms she would be around 30)
Physical Description: Muzz is a gnoll, a hyena-like humanoid. She stands at just under six feet tall, though would probably be taller if she didn't have such bad posture. She has grey-brown fur, green eyes and an unkempt mane of coarse black hair that runs from her head to halfway down her back. She's currently very scrawny, and wears a loincloth and a whatever-you'd-call-a-loincloth-for-the-top-half, both of which are made out of rags.
Personality: Muzz was the absolute lowest-ranking member of the gnollish tribe she grew up in. Because of this, she's an incredible coward, not really understanding that in the outside world, her powerful jaws and sharp claws could tear apart the average person with ease. Muzz won't fight unless she's certain she can win or as a last resort, and will usually not defend herself until there's absolutely no chance of her attacker backing down.
Muzz is fairly animalistic and doesn't really have very many ambitions beyond having plenty to eat and being safe from harm. She'd struggle to understand more abstract desires like fame or defending one's morals. She'll gladly be subservient to anyone who demands it, and she's generally happier and more comfortable in situations where someone outranks her and will tell her what to do. Her grasp of the English language, though she sometimes has moments of surprising clarity, is fairly basic, and came about as a result of doing various jobs for people during her travels.
History: Muzz was born a runt, and grew up as the omega as her tribe, the lowest-ranking member beneath all other gnolls, often having to bear the brunt of any aggression they wanted to work off. She's long since accepted this as her place in the world, even after having become separated from the tribe during a hunt and ending up lost and alone.
Muzz is now a wanderer, not through any desire to explore but simply because she doesn't know where to go. For the past year or so she's been just about scraping by, hitting small animals with a stick and eating them, but the fact that she's terrified to attack anything larger than a cat has held her back somewhat. She has occasionally had the luck to meet someone who isn't terrified of her and is willing to put her to work, but nobody wants a gnoll about the place for very long so such situations are generally short-lived. Ultimately, she's trying to find her place in the world, but not in any deep or philosophical way; she just wants to live somewhere warm and dry with a lot of meat about.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.