[CHAR] Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

[Turbowraith]

Name: Only responds with "AARGH!" when asked. Is usually referred as The Irate Skeleton, or simply The Skeleton

Appearance: A towering, thick-boned skeleton, walking in a slight, perpetual hunch, this undead creature is nothing less than a being of pure, unadulterated rage. It's eye sockets are somehow twisted into a shape that reveal its' intentions, and his intentions are none other than being really, REALLY f@$%ing angry. Its' only garments are hides fashioned into a kilt, thick, heavy boots and gauntlets, and even though age-old and time-worn, they do display a noticeable degree of craftsmanship originating from the northern regions. When it comes to armor, he wears nothing other than a pair of slightly oversized shoulderplates, a helm, and two round wooden shields strapped on his back.

Race: Undead (skeleton)

Class: He beats sh!t with his fists.

Attributes:
+Very fast movements and reaction speed.
+Strong as sh!t.
+Insanely durable.
+/-Two and a half meters tall, a.k.a. Big motherf@ker.
-Slow footspeed.
-Holy magic hurts him very, very bad.
-Healing/life magic either hurts him or leaves him unaffected.
-Always angry. All the time. Subtlety and using anything but force to solve a problem are concepts all but alien to him.
-May be sort of smart, but too angry for it to show, matter, or have any practical application. Basically enraged to the point of stupidity.
-May become more of a burden than an aid to others.

Powers:
The Skeleton claims that he's able to "PUNCH EVERYTHING." And while whether or not the statement's exaggerated is up for debate, one thing's for certain. Creatures and things that would logically be unpunchable recoil back when the Skeleton strikes them. Slime monsters are seen rubbing their heads in defeat and even ghosts are left with black eyes. That's not to say that his punches become any stronger, though.
The nature of this ability remains a mystery, though it is believed by observers that the sheer willpower displayed by The Skeleton has conjured some kind of crude magical effect.

Equipment: Iron knuckle dusters, shoulderplates, helm, shields and the friends he'll make along the way.

Motivation: A complete mystery. It is unknown if The Skeleton has any motives at all, though he can be heard screaming profanity as if he just committed a massive blunder even when he thinks he's alone.

Background: Honestly, there's not much to say. After haunting a cemetery of some small, nondescript village, he was eventually annoyed by the other ghosts and ghoulies so much that he decided to wander the countryside instead. Not before giving a good beating to some of them.

[Gardevoiran]

Westley Stride

Hider

Name: Westley Stride
Appearance: Westley is a rather small and scrawny young adult, adorned with a red mage robe, with a lavender cloak over it and a white scarf made from the scales of many serpentines. Westley has bushy brown hair overlaying his face, casting a shadow over his eyes and creating a scowl look. His face is rather plain, and it doesn't stand out to many people, aside from his ears being pointed.
Race: Westley is a half-elf, with more genes leaning towards his human mother.
Class: Battlemage
Equipment: Westley has a wide array of weapons to his arsenal that are carried around in a bag of holding, including a sword made from red steel, but mainly revolves around Spell Tomes such as "Razorblade Typhoon" and "Golden Shower", and staves such as the Xeno Staff, the Life Drain. He also carries around a Mana Flower, a magical blue rose that allows for hands free usage of mana potions, which he carries 5 potions around normally.
Backstory:
Westley has been gone for most of this war, and really only caught wind of it recently. Although he came from a non-monster village, he was often resented because of how his mother and father were of different races, and while this wouldn't be a problem normally, the place where he grew up was against two different races mating, and he never visited the mainland when he was a boy, although he wanted to. When he finally did, he saw poverty, crime, and disgusting acts, and he caught wind of how there was a war and a time of peace. Through a grapevine he heard about how a king of the monsters planned on ending a peace treaty. He shortly left the mainland, and headed towards the regions that held 'monsters' to assist them in the war. He felt like he would connect with them more as he had a sour childhood with elves and humans, and he resents them equally as much.
Notes:
( ! ) Westley will not kill gnomes or children. Gnomes never felt like a nuisance to him, and killing children is just... just wrong.
( ! ) The Xeno Staff is only able to be used once until the summon dies, then it can be used again.
( ! ) The red sword he carries around doesn't do anything special. It's just a red sword.
CURSED

Minor Character
Grodlar the Iron Fist

Hider

Name: Grodlar Dunkeshov, or "Grodlar the Iron Fist"
Race: Forest Gnome
Appearance:

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Equipment: Grodlar carries around a small hatchet, used for an additional weapon or occasionally tomahawk. His main source of weaponry is his "Iron Gauntlets of Self-Right," which eventually earned him his legendary name after being able to punch a giant ancient golem so hard in the foot that it collapsed in on itself, which saved an entire city from being destroyed. He also wears light armor under his clothes, allowing him to take quite the beating for extended periods of time.
Backstory:
Grodlar was a simple man, and had an uninteresting childhood. He got an education, studied magic for a few years under the famous gnome wizard Nisovin, and after he went adventuring for a majority of his life, he eventually stumbled across a city that was threatened with the danger of a monumental ancient golem, who recently awoke and was running amok the plains of the nation. Grodlar stood up to the golem and, with one critical punch, shattered it's foot, causing it to crumble and fall on top of itself, saving the city. The city held a banquet in his honor, and Grodlar went on to adventure for many years to follow, eventually retiring as a travelling merchant and caravan for cities and nations.
Notes:
(_!_) Grodlar never goes anywhere without his gauntlets, and will almost never take them off.
(_!_) Due to studying under Nisovin when he was younger, Grodlar knows how to cast magic. Unfortunately due to his age and mental deterioration, he can only cast Fireball and Flare now.

[DiZL ReloadeD]

Name: Tugrok

Appearance

Race: Ogre
Equipment: His "clothes" and his club

Background

Tugrok never really was smart at all, even for an ogre. He could talk with others but logic and tactic was something he'd never understand. He lived in a ogre village with his parents. After years it was time for Tugrok to go his own path, so he wandered off, looking for a place to stay.

Personality: Unlike others of his kind, Tugrok doesn't see humans as evil at first, he just doesn't trust them completely. To him there are two types of beings, good ones and bad ones. This isn't bound to any race since there are also mean monsters and Tugrok doesn't like those. He also protects those who are nice to him and he deems as good.
Motivation: Showing all others that he isn't as stupid as everyone sees him.
Fighting Style: Smashing things with his club. That's it, there is no strategy to it.

Strengths:

• Tugrok can take quite some hits before he would go down.
• His physical strength.
• His size.

Weaknesses:

• His own Stupidity.
• Enemies who use tactic.
• Swift enemies.
• His size.

[6slyboy6]

Grox and Woggha

Name: Grox Choppa

Race: Orc

Appearance:


History:
Grox grew up on the North, in an out of sight village of Orcs. Wars against humans were only mere tales spoken at night to scare teh kids so they would go to bed. Savageness was unknown to his people. But it all changed when the fire nation Empire attacked a neighbouring village. They razed the houses to ashes, and killed all the orcs. From that point on, him and all the other younglings were taught the art of fighting. Using their trademark weapons, the spiked chain and the two handed axe, they quickly began taking up arms to defend themselves. The young Grox was very keen on learning to fight, as he never wanted to be a slave or a mindless murderer like the rest of his bretheren to the south. But all did not go well. More and more villagers got raided, and the speed at which the orcs armed themselves began troubling the elders. No longer a defensive solution, but rather an all out war like the Southern orcs wage, they wanted to stop. But those from the razed villages hushed the elders, not wanting to let anyone else die. They formed a squadron of noble orcs and set out on their trusty Quaggoth companions to find and destroy the human outpost to save the villages. The next time the humans came, they brought giant metal monsters adored with the expedition party's heads. they attacked the village of Grox, and burnt all the houses. With little to no time and only his weapons as belongings, Grox made his way to the barns. By the time he arrived, only one untamed Quaggoth was standing, but one big at that. A rare breed that could be found in the mountains, one that was strong enough to fend off waves after waves of human attackers. Grox didn't hesitate and climbed on tha back of the beast. Whilst it resisted at first, after a few hushing Orc words, and dead humans the Quaggoth realised that Grox wasn't it's enemy. Then they rode off into the sunset Soon the metal monsters came and the two escpaed the fiery demise of the other villagers with a hasty retreat.

Grox and his tame, now called Woggha after Grox's dad, made their way into the forest. Soon months of escaping would begin, the two hunting humans whernever they could as a retribution for their village. Starving and freezing was a common issue, but these hardships forged the two into something more, not as a tame and rider, rather companions for life. After seeing the whole mountain razed by humans, and the Northern Orcs retreating further into teh mountains where humans could not get them, Grox made his way South, to find other Demihumans to aid him in his quest for revenge. Along the way he gathered many friends and enemies, soon earning a reputation as teh Greenskin that rode a giant Quaggoth. He himself is lightly armored, but he managed to buy very expensive armor for Woggha, turning his companion into the most fearsome beast that the region has seen. nowadays the two wander the area, looking for more and more places where they could put a stop to the crazed murder spree of the humans.

Equipment:
Mighty Choppa - A two handed battleaxe capable of immense damage. Forged from Dark Iron, it is sturdy, sharp, and very lightweight, but it tends to get rusty in rain, and attracts predators.

Hook'd Chainz - A set of chains with deadly hooks on their end, they are wrapped around Grox's body, acting both as armor, and easely accessible weaponary. It can take teh strongest of blows without breaking, and can be a versatile tool in the hands of an experienced user. The hook on the end sometimes fails to attach to things, as the soft surface of the Dark Iron makes it slip if on very hard surfaces.

Woggha's Armor - Woggha, the clever yet monstrous companion of Grox wears incredibly tough armor that protects it from most blows. Forged of Dark Steel, a material even stronger than Steel, crafted from Dark Iron using magic, it is resilient to both magic and physical attacks. Grox also made sure that his companion reminds the enemy of who they are and where they come from, as he installed a harpoon gun into Woggha's right arm that fires hooked chains like his. Both him and Woggha can fire it, and it is usually for dealing with vehicles or fortifications by pulling them apart. However this armor doesn't cover a 100% of Woggha's body, and mostly focuses on vital points. Without enough funds, it will take a long time to have a fully protective armor.

Powers:
Orcish Strenght - The strongest race of human-like races, the Orcs have brutal strenght, able to wield weapons in one hand that a human couldn't lift with two. Their blows are immensely strong, able to bring down most foes with a single hit. This comes at the price of increased metabolism.

Woggha

Woggha is the companion of Grox. A mighty beast, and a rare breed of it's kin, he is sure to get the job done. Thought he may look stupid and primitive at first sight, behind the killing pair of eyes lie a sharp mind, able to pick up the events of the battlefield. Sure he cannot talk, but he is just a bit behind an Orc's intelligence. Which isn't saying much to be honest. Not if he wasn't Grox's companion, who has more in his head than most Orcs. Woggha's strenght is perfectly matched with his rider's talent in fighting, and he gladly uses the harpoon gun Grox gave him. He finds amusement in dismantling vehicles, often toying with their parts after a battle is over, trying to make something of them. He can never quite make it. Another one of his hobbies is torturing humans in gruesome ways, as he reminds himself of the time when his flock was killed by them back in the mountains. That said, he doesn't have problems with other Demi-humans or even dwarves for that matter. Not keen, sure, but he doesn't hate them.

In battle, Woggha tries his best to make armored spots face his enemies, whilst keeping them in an arms reach. He doesn't have a weapon, but he can easely rip trees out of the ground and use them as basic clubs, or throw rocks at the enemy from far away.

[KRIEEEG]

NPCs will be here. They won't possess any info that you can't get through the RP, but are good to keep tab of things.

Yashar, Human

A human mage, trapped in his own tower. His skin is marked for the many years he lived. From scars to wrinkles to burnings, his face has it all. Despite that, he still has a charming smile and the voice of a much younger man. He's usually dressed in one of his dark colored robes, with a scarf over his shoulders. Despite having a small frame and, apart from the scars, a friendly face, a unsettling aura revolves around him.

Status: Alive and well.
Other: A powerful mage in many areas. Specializes in destructive forces, but is also a very capable enchanter and summoner.

Devon, Human

Yashar's childhood friend. He never had been able to use magic, but was a genius when it came to creating spells, runes, rituals and wards.
Not much is known about him or his death.

Status: Dead.

Devon, Skiurid

Yasha's spy. He was summoned from a dark realm by accident. Worked for Yashar for a few years, becoming almost a friend to him. Was killed to supply Yashar of the life energy he needed for a ritual.

Status: Dead/Energy State/mostly Dead.

[Pikmin Eye]

Bob

Name: The Grand Royal Doctor Maxwell the Third. Most people call him "Bob the Builder". It's a mean name, but it stuck.

Appearance:

Hider

Race: Goblin

Class: Inventor

Personality: Bob is a self proclaimed genius when it comes to building things. He only picks the finest spots for spare parts (trash piles) to build his flawless inventions (barely functional). He uses big words to sound smarter thanks to his college degree (found a dictionary and picked really long words to learn). He tends to talk down to everyone around him. as a result, he has numerous friends (nobody) to talk to. Bob is a compulsive liar who does whatever it takes to accomplish what he wants. If he likes something, he will go to lengths to obtain it, including theft. Has a blatant lack of survival skills, and will dance with death more than once.

Equipment: What one would call a mess of gears, smoke, and generally worthless trash, Bob would call his greatest accomplishments. He actually carries a delightful amount of odd things with him.

-Mighty Jet Pack: This actually is far more crude than it sounds. On his back lies a rather large cannon shaped object. It loads from the top, and fires downward. Using the power of explosives, and his light weight, the blast propels him forward at high velocities. There's just a few problems with it. The area behind him is hit with the full impact of the explosive, and he has no brakes on this crazy ride. Although a good way to get around, he leaves craters behind him and usually headbutts whatever is unlucky enough to be in his way.

-Invincible Armor: Being a goblin has it's downsides. One of them is death by anyone bigger than a goblin. So Bob invented a solution. A clunky metal suit powered by a salvaged battery he swears he made himself.This armor features top of the line features, including: Smoke Bombs, (the battery spewing smoke occasionally from struggling to work.) Electric Defensive Countermeasures, (Sparking of said battery through the suit. Usually enough to hurt things that touch it.) and the awesome ability to launch parts of his suit at far range enemies. (Again, parts just fly off when he moves anything too far in a direction. He just got good at using it like a weapon.)

-Sword of the Gods: It's actually a pretty average sword. It's been rigged up to glow brightly like a flashlight to appear menacing. When combined with Electric Defensive Countermeasures, it gets a lot better. The thing occasionally fires lightning in random directions, they hurt a lot if anything actually connects. The downside is it has hit Bob quite a lot. Perhaps holding a lightning sword in full metal armor is a bad idea, but he just insists this is the best part. Aside from that, an electrified sword is pretty effective against most opponents.

-Infernal Hell Gun: This is a gas fed fire that grows larger the more objects he feeds into the handheld furnace installed as the barrel of the gun. In some cases it works like a flamethrower, and can be adjusted to launch flaming objects. The downside is this thing is crudely put together. Accuracy launching the flaming balls of fire is horrible considering smoke billows out all sides of it. Ammo is not a concern considering it's literally whatever that can burn being thrown in. The gun can overheat, burning his hands if fired up too high, and in some cases literally backfires in his face. The weight of it requires both hands to hold it for him. It's his solution to long range combat though.

-Bandolier Belt of Infinite Possibilities: Not as infinite as the name implies, it still holds a lot of interesting things. It serves as a place to store his weapons when not in use. Among the objects in his belt are potions that heal or hurt, Bob can't remember which did what. Spare burnable objects, bombs, and rusty tools for tinkering. He always left a few pockets empty in case he finds something interesting. Well, "find" is a relative term for things he wants.

Motivation: Where there's fighting, there's better reason to try out his inventions. Where there are dead bodies, there are unclaimed objects he can salvage and convert into something new. Where there is treasure, there will be both of these. Bob doesn't need many reasons to do things.

Background: Bob grew up in a village of Goblins, far removed from other people. This village was obsessed with machines. Didn't matter what it did, it had to be made. Safety was never a concern, so it was no surprise the village exploded one day. Bob was among quite a large group of Goblins who survived the explosion. With no place to call home, he naturally sought out things bigger than him for protection. He was hated pretty quickly everywhere he went, so he ended up trading shoddy gadgets for a place to stay. From town to town he went, leaving devastation behind when his traded gadgets eventually exploded. This never concerned him, he insisted that only he knew how to operate them. It must be their fault it failed. Bob is pretty hated by everyone, but he doesn't care. He's just itching for a reason to keep building new things, new weapons, new explosives.

[Oraculum]

Khri'zhatt

Name: Khri'zhatt

Race: Neogi

Appearance:

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Class: "Slaver with a few magic tricks" is the closest he comes to one.

Personality: Ruthless, rapacious and generally unpleasant, Khri'zatt is in all and for all the typical Neogi. The only pursuit he recognises as worthwhile is increasing his own wealth, and the fact that this inevitably involves subjugating other creatures - which often are the wealth in question, as slaves are the only commodities a Neogi needs and desires - only seems to add to his enjoyment. For all this, though, there astonishingly seem to be some positive qualities, however minute, to him. He is genuinely attached (for a given definition of "attached") to Thrik, his umber hulk servant and the only being he trusts in the least measure (chiefly owing to it being deprived of free will), and has been known to treat monstrous slaves whom he deems satisfactory more indulgently (a relative term, to be sure) than his kin. One should know better than be fooled by this encomium, though - true to form, his standard approaches to interaction remain "enslave it, eat it, and, if neither works, smash it".

Background: Despite their marauding habits, Neogi lead, all things considered, fairly monotonous lives. All is an endless cycle of raiding, plundering and bartering, which, though amusing at first, can at length grow quite dull. On top of all, one cannot even enjoy what one has earned properly, since as soon as one has hoarded (nearly!) enough wealth they are promptly converted into breeding vats by their eager brethren. Khri'zhatt, gifted with a clarity of vision (or what he assumes to be such) uncommon for his kind (again, his own assumption), saw distinctly, since the day of his hatching, these grim perspectives for what they were, and decided he could do better than this. He soon conceived a grand vision for his own future - he would build a dungeon infested with the most fearsome of monsters, in themselves sufficient to arouse the envy of any other Neogi. But this was not all: dungeons inevitably attract miscellaneous heroes, many of whom carry valuable belongings. These he would loot, and use them to buy even more monsters, and so forth indefinitely.

Since Neogi collectives do not take kindly to being deserted by their members, Khri'zhatt carefully planned his secession - carefully enough to escape with all his limbs and his umber hulk, to say nothing of his modest hoard. Now he roams the lands far and wide, seeking the most horrible creatures of all to accomplish his lofty goal.

Motivation: Khri'zhatt is driven entirely by greed - which, in his case, manifests as searching for the most horrid creatures he can to make into his servants. And the occasional snack.

Equipment:
- His life's worth of savings in precious gems.
- His all-purpose servitor, Thrik.

Thrik

As any self-respecting Neogi, Khri'zhatt is unfailingly accompanied by his personal umber hulk, which functions as anything he might require at the moment. Thrik is particularly notable for having been conditioned to obey its master alone by non-magical means, making its blind loyalty virtually unshakable, not less so for it not being exceedingly bright in its own right. Its only vice is occasionally chewing pieces off captives or bystanders if left unattended, and even that does not entirely play in its disfavour in a Neogi's opinion.

Skills and Abilities:

- Khri'zhatt is cunning enough to fend for himself in the wilderness, which mostly involves putting Thrik to good use.
- If necessary, he can bite his enemies to inject an enfeebling poison into them.
- As some members of his species, he possesses some spontaneous magic potential. As yet, it mostly amounts to summoning swarms of annoying gnats, but there is plenty of room for improvement.
- Arguably his most dangerous ability, Khri'zhatt can perform a ritual which binds a non-sentient monstrous creature to his will. The creature must remain immobilised for the incantation's entire duration of a day and a night.

Weaknesses:

- Greed. Risks be damned, Khri'zhatt will jump at any opportunity to increase his wealth by any means necessary.
- Gluttony. If it moves, he will probably want to eat it, and not moving is probably not a safe defense either. This can lead to fairly uncomfortable, when not potentially deadly, inconvenients for him and anyone unfortunate enough to be in his vicinity.
- And, of course, without Thrik he is not much more threatening in direct combat than a huge spider.

[BayRat]

Wizliz Vragna

The Wizard Kobold

Standing 3'5" and weighing 83 lbs, Wizliz is a Kobold of average size and black scales. His eyes are a gleaming yellow, and he has a row of two horns on his snout, and another small pair behind his skull. A sharp row of scutes runs down his back.

He sports a long black hooded robe, a black and red wizard's hat that is a bit too big for his head, and a long brown staff that aids in his spellcasting.

Hidden within his cloak is a small iron dagger with a bone for a hilt, and an old dusty book written in draconic.
the spellbook is supposedly the key to awakening his true inner dragon.

Wizliz was a rather, exceptionally eccentric kobold, even for his kind. Ever since he could speak, he had a strange fondness for dragons and their power. Instead of building traps, hunting rabbits, or being pesky little monsters for heroes to fight like most of his kin, Wizliz became a shut-in with stolen books from wherever he could get about sorcery, magic, and more importantly, dragons. While of course, it is difficult to find any sort of books of the sort, but he had hit the jackpot when his tribe successfully raided a poorly armed caravan. One of the many books that his fellow kobolds found useless was a book that essentially translated common into draconic. As a result, with many years of studying the book, he became a novice of the draconic language, albeit he doesn't know enough to say sentences in draconic on his own, he understands many of its common nouns and verbs, more over, the book also details on other dragon related topics. One of which had kept the Kobold busy scheming for years, and that is to become draconic-augumented. The book doesn't specify what that means or what it will do, but it has sparked the wild imagination of dragon fanatic kobold himself. the According to the book, one can achieve this with a potion brewed with the rare dragonsbane plant, the blood of the dragons, and the tail of a salamander. It must also be 'enchanted' over an active volcano for it too work. It is his current side goal to obtain these ingredients, and perhaps by helping fellow monsters in their quests to spit upon the graves of heroes.

Wizliz, despite his years of studying, only knows two spells. Afterall, Kobolds aren't very good magicians. Wizliz currently knows Magic Missile and Fireball, which he aptly renamed to 'dragon's breath'.

[The Fated Fallen]

Name: Viccus Verringtail, the Talking Rat
Appearance:

Look at that brutal cunning behind those eyes, I wouldn't put my hand within 5 feet of him!

Often wears light cloths or silks if possible, but right now he is covered only in fur (which he has no problem with)
Race: Rat! Just a run of the mill, common or garden talking rat.
Class: Ha
Equipment: 1 very small backpack containing a weeks worth of cheese and cooked meats, as well as 2 gold which he can just about cram in. He also has a book strapped to his flank written in an arcane language he cannot interpret (yet)
Skills: Mr. Verringtail is extremely fluent in many tongues, and is happy to translate for any who ask. He also shares the talents of his race, like powerful smelling ability and extremely good hearing. Unlike the rest of his race he is also well trained in many different culture's etiquette, and is happy to advise on that too

Background: Viccus Verringtail was born like any other rat, but whereas most rats can only talk Rattese (of course rats can talk to each other), Viccus found himself having an affinity for learning and talking bipedal languages. Realising his studies wouldn't get very far at home, he travelled to a local sorcerer guild where they struck upon an accordance to study his abilities in exchange for teaching him languages. He became somewhat of a mascot there, as they accredited his extra intelligence to their arcane talent to the public. Unfortunately, a talking rat isn't the best image and the guild quickly went bust afterwards (though there certainly was some interested parties when it came to making their animals talk). This was enough time for Viccus to learn a decent amount, but he wants more. So he was back on the street until he happened upon an unlikely band of monsters...

[supertinyking]

Name: Horace, the Animator.
Appearance:
Race: Abomination.
Abilities:
Bind Soul: Making a pact with a soul from HELL, Horace is able to bind it to an item, to give it temporary respite from its never ending suffering! Or, if a demon wants to do some shit in the real world. Horace isn't picky. When a soul is bound to an item, it animates it, and shifts its form to normally mimic a living creature. It is able to walk, talk, but must obey Horace. If destroyed, the soul/demon is banished back to HELL. This is Horace's bread and butter ability. Attempting to bind demons normally requires some sort of payment, but will yield stronger creatures.

Capture Soul: When a living being is murdered turned into non-living matter near him, Horace can collect their souls in jars, Legend of Zelda style. These souls are normally used for barganing with angels demons. Or for pranks, such as putting them in people's coffee, which normally ends up with them getting possessed by the spirit, or causes another personality to form inside the body, for a split personality disorder.

Average Swordsmanship: Horace is an average sword fighter, but nothing truly special.

Equipment: Rusty Sword: Horace carries a rusty iron longsword. Why? To deter fools from trying to mug him. Or to murder those brave enough.
8 Glass jars.
5 pounds of goblin jerky.
A burlap sack, where he keeps all his junk.
A very rusty iron ring.

Background: Unknown., but some assume he's a force of nature. Some believe he is a devil escaped from hell. Some think he may be an angel, cast from heaven. Only Horace knows, and he isn't telling. What Is known about him, which is little, is he is an oddly kind being. Tending to use his powers to do magic tricks for monster children, he sees himself as a mix of entertainer, and protector. This is why he seeks to destroy humanity, after seeing one to many group of monster children murdered by humans.....

"Mercy? Like what they begged for, before you stomped out that small spark of life they held? I'll give you the best mercy I can offer....."- Horace, before having a construct of bricks crush a human adventurer's skull with its bare hands.