Age
331

Height
9' 6"

Length
11' 9"

Weight
3,548lbs.

Birthday
Unknown

Race
Saavrak

Gender
Unknown
(Appears to be Male)

Affiliation
N/A
(Currently; Blademasters Of Karanos)

Backstory
The small scrapes of birth history drawn back to the great Crimson Lion are scarce, and many of them are only found within the deep archives of the Order. Birthdates and extremely young sightings of Ōbörœ Ûgrøth have been lost within the multitude of scrolls written upon Arkus, and only the bloody messenger himself knows of his origins. Yet, he tells no one but the howling wind and the Old Gods themselves.

At a young age Ōbörœ had developed an ear for the divine voices of the Gods, their shouts of anger, their coos of mercy, the Crimson Lion was fascinated by them. They all road upon the sweet cold winds into the many caves he called home within the mountain passes of Arkus, and sometimes they spoke to him personally. Many a time has the innocent Saavrak heard the voice of Sadhu, calling him to murder the advancing armies in the maze like passes in the steep mountains Ōbörœ inhabited, ensuring no reinforcements would threaten the God's far-off troops. Little did the misguided beast know, that he had started to fall into the meddling hands of the Old Gods, with no parents to guide him away from this unsteady path. They had died shortly after Ōbörœ's birth, their frost bitten bodies giving off their last remaining warmth to keep the crying infant alive in the severe, unprotected blizzard he had been suddenly conceived into.

More voices entered the Red-skinned beast's head as he aged into an adult. Astral strings, Tor'qux, you name it. With the Increase in the beast's infamy and ability in the rough environment of the mountain passes, came the errands of more Gods, needing their work to be done fast and efficient. This was Ōbörœ's specialty.
Still, the Saavrak could not attend to every God's whim all the time, which earned him the title of "The Red-skinned Traitor". Whenever he denied a God's request, though it pained him to do so, those entity's followers payed aggressive heed to the overwhelmed herald. But, with Ōbörœ's skill set, the Old Gods never kept such disdain grudges against him, knowing the beast would be of use to them in the future.

Glazed eyes and murmuring voices are what the great Crimson Lion has now been reduced to mentally, His mind distorted due to the over-numerous dream-like visions that have separated his reality from the voices of the Old Gods. Ōbörœ has currently taken a rare trip out of his mountain lair to traverse to the sandy landscape of Karanos to aid the God Sadhu and his blademasters within the sudden conflict of the Council and Order. Yet, the other divine beings have their own strings attached to this scaley puppet. Will he truly be trustworthy?

"I will fill and drink from my bone basin, one way or another."

Name: Da'Ruk Thrashkull

Species: Drakanin

Age: 79



Profession: Warlord

Equipment:
*War trophies. (Approx. a hundred dismembered skulls, some including the spine. Normally displayed on his belt or torso.)
*Twin flags, painted in a deep red color. (usually displayed during battle.)
*Pain (an oversized mace, fashioned with ebony spikes and the blood of the fallen.)
*Agony (an equally oversized scythe, stolen from a well known human general.)
*Gore (a loose iron plating, mainly covering Da'Ruk's torso and forearms)

Magic: "My Fist!!"

Personality: Da'Ruk Thrashkull resembles an utter incarnation of the Drakanin way. Burning anger replaces his blood, and his mind is all but gone to the ways of mercy. Since birth he has aspired to be the strongest, toughest, and most decorated of his kind. Many Drakanin children could not physically deter Da'Ruk from his goals, only to be brushed aside by this wrathful giant. His combat emphasizes this, with the warlord barreling into combat blind with fury. He will claim the skulls of a hundred thousand others before he allows someone to claim his.

~"Survival of the merciless..."

Biography: By his adult years, Da'Ruk had become paramount to the Drakanin. He proved his worth on the battlefield over and over again, not only because of his martial prowess, but also due to his leadership. Da'Ruk would persuade nearby troops through intimidation to fight in the most crude and offensive manner possible. This, in turn, lead to more opportunities for excessive looting during a skirmish. These qualities earned Da'Ruk a comfortable spot in the community. Yet, he was not satisfied with only displaying his material wealth. He hungered for trophies not of bronze, but of bone...
Now, at a time where prolonged age has taken it's toll on the hungering Drakanin, dark forces tempt the warlord. With the oracle news of a strange figure appearing near his homeland of the Slahas hook, Da'Ruk has started to seek out the individual responsible for turning normally ordinary Drakanins into ominously powerful demons, hoping to become one himself. The recent diminish of his species' empire does not help to lessen his cause, either. Da'Ruk's deep rooted lust for power may be his ultimate downfall, yes, but the rampaging force of a determined Drakanin is not one to be disturbed...

~"The grey plague may decay, but herbs will not cure the coming disease..."

Name: Gankona. No last name found or recorded. known as Gank for short.

Age: 15

Personality: "Gank, how can you describe that goat kid? Sits funny, always laughs just a little too loud, never takes much of any threat seriously, is too stupid to ever be scared, and can become ram-head stubborn in a blink. He's the kind of guy you really can't ever predict: he always loves pulling something out of his ass-of-a-head to stir up the pot. Though, you have to give it to him, he doesn't back down easily. If at all. Though, that usually works against everyone around him. Honestly, he's probably the next best thing to an actual Satyr.

But, sometimes you can see a glint of something in his eyes, something loyal and venerable. An "old-soul", you'd say. But that soul's just not there yet. At the very least, he's unfiltered and truthful: he finds no use in lying or backstabbing, so he'll only fight you head on for what he wants.

He's not a bully, just desperate."

~Officer Mashakeshi, on Gankona, after his third run-in with the criminal.

Quirk: [MUTANT]: True Ram: Gankona's body takes on the form of a half-goat, half-human hybrid. This quirk includes an engulfing coat of night-black fur, a long, fluffy tail, a pair of curly horns, sharp goat ears, and reddish-yellow eyes. Furthermore, Genkona has greater physical strength, endurance, and fortitude than an average human. Finally, Gankona cannot have his mind, nor body, directly tampered with by a quirk. For example, if an opponent's quirk entails that they can make a limb on a person completely limp, Gankona could not be affected by their ability, as it directly targets his being. On the flip-side, if Gankona's squad mates are communicating via telepathy, Gank is unable to hear or speak to his friends through this method.

Background: You can easily cut Gankona's life down into a series of broken sentences, each of them describing one thing; he was losing from the beginning.

Abandoned at birth. Who wants a Goat baby? The anti-christ if anything. Put in a quirk-specific orphanage, left as soon as he learned to walk and talk. Who wants to stay at an orphanage? The anti-christ's work if anything. Begging wasn't his style, either. Smash and grab, now that was what seemed worth it. A lot of cops can't grapple a squirming goat-kid very well when he's kicking, so robbing definitely was viable. It was viable for 8 years, with odd jobs on the side. Finally, age 13, they got him. Actual heroes this time. They had enough. "You gotta go to school and get some stability", they said. "No", he protested. A big legal argument broke out. Kid's got no guardians. Nobody is willing to parent him. Ultimately the case boiled down to a simmer on Gankona's 15th birthday. the verdict; "You are pardoned from all past crimes, but are required to attend the Last Option School for Eccentric Rejects in hopes that you may better your community in the future. You will be surveyed by parental figures there". Well, that wasn't a deal he could pass up, now was it?.

But, honestly, that last ordeal hasn't changed the kid's habits much. Let's see what a little bit of schooling can do, though. You never know.

Equipment: Not a penny to his name. Not even a last name onto that.

Misc: Contradictory to popular beliefs, living on the streets gives you quite a lot of hobbies to develop in your numerous amount of spare time. One of which is collecting: glittering forks, colorful bags, children's toys, broken electronics, and best of all; plushies. Regardless of condition, Gankona is almost always smitten by any kind of goat-related plushie you can provide him. Perhaps it's a pack instinct, but he will treat the toy as a mom would treat her child; show it off, clean it, and protect it. Sadly, such a collection of scraps and plush objects was taken from Gank quickly after being enrolled into L.O.S.E.R and being moved to a homeless shelter closer by the school. Other than that, Gankona is fascinated with TV and any other large, video-displaying electronics you put in front of him. Gank was never exposed to such things as a working television on the streets, except for the rare occasion that he passed a LG store with a display rack. They really do mystify them with their workings. Then, finally, with not much to eat on the streets, you get creative with your meals; thus, Gankona is a relatively ok cook. You can give him about anything, and he'll find a way to make it work. He always has.

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