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Name: Grunthor

Current Stats:
Level: 4 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:
  • Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
  • Rapid Strikes - Rank I - Strike multiple times in the same fashion (slashes, punches, etc) at high speed. At Rank I, three attacks can be made at half the power of a normal strike.
  • Murderous Intent - Rank I - Focus hatred and the desire to kill through the subtle senses. A creature that is weaker than you must exert its willpower or be Intimidated (Intimidated creatures suffer reduced speed). A creature that is already Intimidated, Shocked, or Unaware may instead become Fearful and be unable to act for 5 seconds. Creatures that are stronger than you can only be Intimidated by this Skill if they are already Shocked or Unaware, but their willpower threshold is higher.
  • Tough - Rank 1 - Increase defenses for a short time by tightening the body, and resist flinching or being knocked back by strong impacts. Movement is slightly slowed while this Skill is active. Consumes Stamina.
  • Dusk Vision - Rank 1 - Orc Inheritance. One's eyes need less light to see by, allowing them to see normally in dim light conditions and half as well in darkness so long as it is not completely black. Color perception is half as accurate in dim light, and in darkness the perception of color is lost. This Skill does not apply to other vision-related Skills.


Equipment and Inventory:
  • Hardwood Flint Spear - Equip, Weapon - A simple spear made from a hardwood and has a knapped flint head to make it a sharp spear.
  • Well-Made Stone Knife - Equip, Weapon - A simple stone knife with a wooden handle crafted by Bowbh and is of good quality.
  • Generic Outfit - Equip, Clothes - A generic set of clothes for Runts. Simple shirt and simple pants made of a rough material.
  • Leather Gloves - Equip, Armor - Oddly, they seemed too small to fit an adult orc's hands, but they could probably fit a Runt just fine.
  • Leather Boots - Equip, Armor - A pair of rough but sturdy boots. Good for protecting feet from the elements and dangers on the ground and for kicking faces and balls.
  • Fur Pouch - Equip, Tool - A simple pouch made of hide for holding smaller items.
  • Slime Membrane - Equip, Tool - The outer membrane of a typical slime with a hole in it and used as a sack. Needs to be hydrated to keep its elasticity.
  • Lucky Foot - Equip, Accessory - A lucky paw from some bear-like creature on a thin string.
  • Blackened Feathers x4
  • Fire Hardened Scales x4
  • Ven Spider Pedipalps x2
  • Ven Spider Claws x5
  • Broken Ven Spider Claw x1
  • Red Cream Mushroom x2
  • Raw Goethite Ore x1
  • (Loaned) Antler Pick
  • (Loaned) Fishing Line
  • (Loaned) Bone Hook


True Age: 26

Past Life:
Grunthor's past life name has no meaning nor a place in the new world he found himself in. Who he was didn't matter, because no one knew him in this new violent world. He had been a decent guy, doing no wrongs but not exactly righting any either. Like any human he was kind when someone was kind to him, or sassed when someone annoyed him. He was a give and take kind of guy, giving what he got and treating others moderately well if they deserved it.

What was once an up and coming professional boxer is now an orc runt. Starting at a young age he got into boxing, something any kid could pick up right? Punch, dodge, dance and shuffle around the ring, all easy for a kid. Well he excelled at the combat sport since he had always been an abnormally strong and tough kid. Probably thanks to being from a long line of physically gifted men. As he got older he stuck with it, tossing in a game sport or two to make things more interesting.

Unfortunately being physically gifted did not mean he was mentally gifted. He was quite...average when it came to academics. Proof being barely graduating high school. Once out he got more into his sport of choice, going amateur to start off his potential fighting career. When not boxing he dabbled a little in kick boxing, he already had good legs and footwork but this helped improve it more. What decent boxer had no leg power to push off into a punch with, right? Unfortunately life had other plans, and while he was out jogging the night before his big debut into the big leagues, a truck came out of nowhere and blasted him into the next world.

And now here he is. Small, stringy, and not happy with his new body. Guess he'd have to build it back up. Luckily there weren't any trucks in this primitive world...he hoped.

New Life:
Day 1: Orc Runt >

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"The gods can judge me when I’m dead."

Name: Esfir

Current Stats:
Level: 4 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
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Gain Skill: Dusk Vision!


Current Skills:
  • Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
  • Frost Arc - Rank I - An expanding spray of icy cold, over 10 feet in one direction and 5 feet wide at its furthest edge. The cold is more intense the closer the target is to the origin, reaching its lowest temperature within a span of about 2 feet. It constantly expends Magic Power the longer the cone is maintained.
  • Murderous Intent - Rank I - Focus hatred and the desire to kill through the subtle senses. A creature that is weaker than you must exert its willpower or be Intimidated (Intimidated creatures suffer reduced speed). A creature that is already Intimidated, Shocked, or Unaware may instead become Fearful and be unable to act for 5 seconds. Creatures that are stronger than you can only be Intimidated by this Skill if they are already Shocked or Unaware, but their willpower threshold is higher.
  • Empty Skill Slot


Equipment and Inventory:
  • Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
  • Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
  • Stomach-Bag - Small bag, improved from an Elwet's stomach.
  • Elwet Antlers
  • Rotleaves x5
  • Rotleaf Seedpods x6
  • Gizzard Sparkstone
  • Elwet Feathers
  • Raw Chalcopyrite Ore x3
  • Bufonite x3


True Age: 89

Past Life: They said there would never be another Great War, but it came nonetheless. For Esfir, it had been blurry memories of ash and snow, of an unending hunger and a crushing, impotent rage. She had been a child back then. Her father and brothers had served, marching off into the deathly grasp of winter to hold off those who would encroach upon the motherland. Her mother never recovered from that, and Esfir too knew she wouldn't either. Poverty continued. The victors of the war could not simply share their spoils, the third of the war to end all wars looming upon the horizon. She did her part, labored so that she could have even a sliver of a piece of the happiness that the government promised them all, once their scourge had fallen.

Somewhere along the way, Esfir had realized that she was the only surviving member of her family. Where had her father gone? Her brothers? Her sisters? Her mother? Her aunts and uncles, nephews, nieces, cousins?

Where had the country that she had been born in gone?

The Union ended and so did the war that never became a war. Winter was cold, made colder by isolation, coldest by poverty. She was too old to marry, too old to learn, too old to accumulate the wealth that she shouldn't have needed to. Her memories granted no solace, carved out as they were from misery and trauma. Across vast lands, buildings scraped the sky and broke the horizon, and yet she was not brought along with the tides of change. The enemy, the losers of a war fought and won by her father, were now one of the foremost economic powerhouses. Across the ocean, from an unimaginably distant measure away, the ones whom the Union played political games against were becoming the sole rulers of the world, obtaining dominion through technology and entertainment.

Who would carry on her family's history? Who would remember her and hers, if not herself? Esfir Kosova, a spinster withering away in an abandoned shack in the middle of a barren forest, two hours away from civilization. Huddling in front of a woodfire stove, listening to the static of a radio older than herself, whispering half-forgotten songs from a childhood that never was. Every day growing weaker. Every day able to do less. Every day feeling more and more of the same thing.

Hatred, carved out of the bedrock of a grief that never left. Hatred, rising every time her back agonized as she bent down to pick up a can that she could recycle for a penny. Hatred, towards promises broken and oaths unfulfilled, towards the revolution and utopia that failed, towards the world that developed only by consuming the downtrodden and spitting out their bones in alleyways and sewers.

Hatred, enduring as a tundra's permafrost.

Hatred, vicious as a starving wolf's bite.

Hatred, an eternal, weighty substance, one that so thoroughly stained this soul of hers that she could neither forgive nor forget, even once the world she knew was lost to her forever.

How could she, after all? After all this time, after all this grief, how could she possibly be satisfied with pretending as if none of it happened, just so she could now toil away in a new world as a primitive half-beast?

It was out of the question.

New Life:
Day 0, Orc Runt > Awakening
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His general appearance, even if not his current one.


Name: Gren

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

  • Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
  • Breakthrough - Rank I - A single powerful strike, from any type of physical attack, that will ignore an enemy's defenses. At Rank I, the specific target's defense is treated as halved (Strike a shield, the shield's DEF bonus is the target. Strike their arm, whatever protection they have on that limb is treated as the target. Etc).
  • Empty Skill Slot
  • Empty Skill Slot


Equipment and Inventory:

  • Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
  • Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
  • Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.


True Age: 27

Past Life: In the past, Gren was a nobody. Or rather, he was much like anyone else at first: bit of a shy kid, had a bright future ahead of him, had some talents and some problems. His problem? Gren was a big guy. Like freakishly big, even compared to his parents or siblings. Despite being born the youngest son out of five kids, Gren hit six feet by age 14, with a boatload of health problems that come with growing huge. Not to mention all the expetations of him controlling his strength and not hurting anyone. And for the most part he tried... But as most of these stories go, all it took was one moment of weakness that made Gren lost much of what he had worked so hard for. One punk testing him too far, and all Gren had to do was nudge him down a flight of stairs.

Suddenly Gren was a problem child. Barely even touched the kid but because of that tumble he didn't make it to the hospital alive. Everyone feared him and he was put to a juvenile detention center. Things didn't get much better there, as Gren quickly learned that being the biggest didn't mean anything if everyone was willing to knock him down a peg. So he quickly learned how to make some friends, and part of making friends was being willing to have less scruples when it comes to what his friends do. Sometimes fighting, mostly stealing, with the occasional robbery. Gren quickly learned how to make the most of his size and if he hadn't gotten into trouble, he could've made a damn good linebacker or wrestler. Everyone likes to think they could out speed him or take his punches, until their head hits pavement. Even after he graduated juvie, Gren continued his life of crime, committing more robberies, heist, and shakedowns, putting his massive girth to use to scare off the competition and crack some skulls.

Gren met his end during a robbery. It was suppose to be a typical job: break into the shop, grab the goods, and go. But someone had tipped the store owner that they were coming. The old man showed up and started shooting. Somehow despite being about as big as a door, Gren managed to avoid getting capped and made a run for it. Right into traffic, where he finally met his match against someone bigger than him: Good ol' Truck kun. But Gren gave it as good as he could, wrecking the truck in the collusion as it smashed every bone in his body.

New Life:
Day 0, Orc Runt > Awakening

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Name:
Past Life: Alexei
Currently: Duram

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:
  • Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
  • Familiar Bond - Rank I - Create a magical bond with a creature to tame it. Unlike Summoning, this often requires a great deal of time spent, and the creature must remain by the tamer's side. Rather than expending magic power, the proper resources must be present to maintain the Familiar's needs. At Rank I, only Tier I creatures can be persuaded to become a Familiar.
  • Empty Skill Slot
  • Empty Skill Slot


Equipment and Inventory:
  • Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
  • Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
  • Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.


True Age:
25 Years, 1 month.

Past Life:
A lonely child, Alexei was born the only child of an investment banker and realtor. With little time to actually care for their son, his parents often left his to his own devices. His only companions coming in the form of a loyal hound and, eventually, his collection of cookbooks and recipes. A loner during his school days, mostly due to his own social awkwardness, Alexei developed a habit of cooking or baking when stressed. Thankfully that habit is what also introduced him to a few friends who encouraged his dream of working with animals. As an adult, upon getting his degree in behavioral zoology, he got a job working at the local zoo. He truly enjoyed his time there and developed a rather close bond with several of the animals, especially a gorilla name Aisha. However it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, as a freak accident as well as a negligent parent led to a small child falling into Aisha's enclosure. Thankful the child was unharmed however with the panicking patrons and crying child, people jumped to conclusions and animal control was called. Despite arguing that they just need to calm down, and even attempting to deal with the situation himself. All it took was one trigger happy officer and an impulsive decision to jump in front of the guiltless animal for Alexei to open his eyes to a brand new world and an even newer body.

New Life:
Day 1, Orc Runt >
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"So this is what I get to choose from, hmm? A curious set of choices, oh Divine Spirits of a most curious nature. I believe my choice is clear then, given my background and existing skillset. A new tool on my belt for my new life that should prove useful to supplement what I already can do by myself.

Ah. And curses did not exist where I came from, rest assured, but here I believe things will be different simply from that statement of yours.

Let's see how this new life goes, shall we?"


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Name:

Kaipo

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:
  • Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
  • Isekai Skill - Bramble Wall - Rank I - A basic defensive magic of the Wood Element. Thorny brambles rise up in front of the caster, defending them from attacks. Enemies may suffer weak damage from the "Thorn" effect. The brambles wither away after 30 seconds.
  • Empty Skill Slot
  • Empty Skill Slot


Equipment and Inventory:
  • Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
  • Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
  • Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.


True Age:

65

Past Life:

Norman Goodwin of Goodwin Logging Co.

Norman started his Logging company in the 70s. He was a hard man to please and required nothing less than absolute competence from his logging crew before he would put them in charge of a chainsaw. Goodwin was a sort of outdoors type and often went hunting in the same logging area. This suited him very well and the money was steady but there was something nagging at the back of his mind.

Many of his competitor logging companies would simply employ anyone who came to their door, a combination of immigrant workers and foolish young men. When they inevitably injured themselves the company would simply look the other way and send them packing. Not so with Normans' outfit. The number of accidents was far less than his competitors, and what this meant was fewer delays, soon his company was growing faster than the others because less delays meant more product.

However, it was one fateful journey while he was driving the long distance in one of his fleet of 4x4s down to the site that he heard a song on the radio. It was the usual hippy crap, but this one really struck him right between the eyes. "Why dont we plant new trees?" he asked himself. Soon he had expanded his company into logging AND planting. This was mostly unheard of at the time, but actually turned out to be quite a good move politically. Soon he had the odd reporter and local politician come around to gladhand. This caused his company to expand even further in his lifetime. A side benefit is that the trees they were planting would be fully grown soon and ready for even more harvest.

Normans life came to an end one day when he was driving long distance and was hit with a hail storm. This wasnt his first hail storm but it was the worst one he could remember. Trying to slow down he ended up spinning around and off the edge of a steep ravine.

All he could see was white snow in front of him until the inevitable 'thud' and immense pain in his hands and face. Strangely, though, the pain was replaced. Then he found himself in an altogether different place, standing in front of Jehanne. Then being born as a young Orc Runt!

Finally! A life to do all the things i never got to do!

New Life:
Day 1 -> Orc Runt
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