Post by vensyn on May 17, 2012 22:27:35 GMT -5
Character's Full Name: Xog
Character's Login Name: Xog
Character's Species: Goblin
Character's Age: 5
Physical Description: > At a height of just barely three foot, the goblin child was tall for his age. Green skin, slanted yellow eyes, wild black dredlocks were typical of his tribal people, as were the copper rings in his large ears. He was clad in only a loincloth made from a badger pelt, and a necklace of crude beads and animal teeth on a leather thong.
Magical items/Powers: None
Other Notes: Xog was born into a rather remote and isolated goblin tribe. These goblins had very little contact with other races, apart from the occasional band of adventures or treasure hunters roaming deep into the woodlands. What little contact they did have gave them a severe dislike and fear of the larger humanoid races. Xog arrived in Nasmara via the enchantment, acting rather feral-ish and knowing not a single word of common. He speaks the goblin tongue quite well, unfortunately those around him don't.
His village was wiped out by a small group of human warriors. The experience was traumatic enough that most of the memories were repressed. He still however tends to be afraid of humans, swords, and displays of magic, as well as some other seemingly random things. He only vaguely remembers that 'bad things' happened to his people.
He is actually somewhat smart for his age ( by goblin standards) However, it is sometimes hard to see that because of the language barrier and the fact that he is still rather uncivilized. He does at least seem to be -trying- to learn.
He eats almost anything, from raw meat, to bugs.. and has developed a fixation on cookies and cakes.
No special abilities, unless you count making a lot of racket, causing the occasional outbreak of chaos, maiming chickens, and throwing things.
Sample RP Post: Xog crouched low in the bushes, watching the slow dumb white bird. Stupid bird. It didn't even fly. Fat Bird. In one hand he gripped a peice of sharp slate. He bolted from behind the tree with a loud growling sqwak, stabbing with the slate and managing to grab a wing with one claw tipped hand. The result was a horrid commotion, the shrill battle cry of a goblin child, a chicken going ballistic, feathers flying, blood spattering, claws skittering on stone. "GRAUW TRGLAK!" The mightly slayer of small harmless creatures was on the attack.
Character's Login Name: Xog
Character's Species: Goblin
Character's Age: 5
Physical Description: > At a height of just barely three foot, the goblin child was tall for his age. Green skin, slanted yellow eyes, wild black dredlocks were typical of his tribal people, as were the copper rings in his large ears. He was clad in only a loincloth made from a badger pelt, and a necklace of crude beads and animal teeth on a leather thong.
Magical items/Powers: None
Other Notes: Xog was born into a rather remote and isolated goblin tribe. These goblins had very little contact with other races, apart from the occasional band of adventures or treasure hunters roaming deep into the woodlands. What little contact they did have gave them a severe dislike and fear of the larger humanoid races. Xog arrived in Nasmara via the enchantment, acting rather feral-ish and knowing not a single word of common. He speaks the goblin tongue quite well, unfortunately those around him don't.
His village was wiped out by a small group of human warriors. The experience was traumatic enough that most of the memories were repressed. He still however tends to be afraid of humans, swords, and displays of magic, as well as some other seemingly random things. He only vaguely remembers that 'bad things' happened to his people.
He is actually somewhat smart for his age ( by goblin standards) However, it is sometimes hard to see that because of the language barrier and the fact that he is still rather uncivilized. He does at least seem to be -trying- to learn.
He eats almost anything, from raw meat, to bugs.. and has developed a fixation on cookies and cakes.
No special abilities, unless you count making a lot of racket, causing the occasional outbreak of chaos, maiming chickens, and throwing things.
Sample RP Post: Xog crouched low in the bushes, watching the slow dumb white bird. Stupid bird. It didn't even fly. Fat Bird. In one hand he gripped a peice of sharp slate. He bolted from behind the tree with a loud growling sqwak, stabbing with the slate and managing to grab a wing with one claw tipped hand. The result was a horrid commotion, the shrill battle cry of a goblin child, a chicken going ballistic, feathers flying, blood spattering, claws skittering on stone. "GRAUW TRGLAK!" The mightly slayer of small harmless creatures was on the attack.
