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Name: Hourus Malik
Alias: Forest Fighter
Age / Date of Birth: 18 Born July 24 1763
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Brigand
Stats:
Strength: 16
Willpower: 6
Dexterity: 11
Speed: 14
Toughness: 15
Luck: 1
Skills:
Intimidation: Fear is the soldier’s greatest bane, and the terror these men unleash is a weapon refined to a razor’s edge. Masterful shock troops and enforcers, the brigand is able to instill panic into their foes, often forcing their adversaries to take cover or retreat to safer ground while the lunatic before them beckons a fell battle cry.
Creative fighter: Anything can be used as a weapon if you try hard enough. A good fighter will use whatever they can to get the upper hand in a fight.
Nature expert: The wild is like a second home to him. He knows about plants and the different uses they have, such as combating swelling, curing poisons, even what is good and not good to eat in desperate situations.
Animal handler: An innate bond with animals allows him to both earn the respect and trust of many animals and even get them to help if he needs it. The animals of the world are smart and powerful, and they deserve respect.
Equipment:
Steel Axe.
Grappling Hook.
Sharpening Stone.
Basic Leather Armour.
Appearance:
Hourus is well built all around. He has a strong upper and lower body, for all purpose combat and everyday tasks. With ocean blue eyes and short jet black hair along with a light skin tone, he looks like he could best many people in many fights. He has a few scars that line both his back and his arms from fighting both animals and people alike, a particular nasty one though runs all across his chest down to his stomach. He cares not for the usual wears of city folk and prefers the easy going life style with loose shirts and pants, the ones you’d normally see on pirates and the like. But if he has to be properly dressed he does have one of those suits with the frills around the neck and wrists, though he hates wearing it. When in combat he usually has his normal pirate like attire underneath a simple but effective layer of leather armour, he has to move fast after all, the heavy stuff would weigh him down too much. When he is Justin’s loafing around with nothing to do he looks open to conversation, he doesn’t have a scary resting face, more like one of boredom if you had to describe it as anything.
Personality:
He loves adventure, there is nothing that beats the thrill of a brand new place to explore! He likes people and is always open to talk to them about stuff, especially when he’s bored. He can’t stand doing nothing, he needs to be doing stuff otherwise he’ll go crazy, thus he is usually trying to improve his strength and body by training or he sharpens his weapon so it remains leathel to his foes. He thinks that the world hasn’t so much to explore and discover and has a great fascination with nature. He loves making jokes and having fun, but he will get serious once a battle starts up. He isn’t the smartest guy around but he is greatly loyal and willing defend friends till the end.
Biography:
Born into poverty, in the Federation of Great Danesland, Hourus was always scrounging up what he could to get by in life, whether it be food or clothes, he was always struggling to get by. But during his life he was forced to run into the forest when bandits attacked his home. He was then cornered by one such Brigand An did was destined to meet his end until a wild tiger attacked he man and killed him. The boy was deeply terrified of the beast as it stalked towards him only to be licked clean by the creature, before it took off bingo the he deeper parts of the forest. It was that day that sparked his innate curiousity for nature and his love for the beasts of the wild. Upon returning home, his mother had been killed in the attack while his father was wounded but still living. With their only home destroyed and ripped apart they were forced to leave and find a new home somewhere else, which became the forest.
With the forests bountiful foods and clean water both Hourus and his father had to learn the hard way of what foods were good to eat and which were not. They got sick often, but they never gave up, eventually one day while Hourus was home aloneness in the little shack they had made of both twigs and leaves his father had come home with a book, one he had stolen that listed many of the things in the forest and what they could do with them. For many years they used this book to help them survive in the forest and damn did it work, they became healthier, better hunters, and were surviving better than they ever had back in the slums of their previous home. Through these years Hourus’ body became bigger and stronger with each passing day, and the wild animals of the forest became his friends, with which he’d play with when he had the time.
However one thing was always a constant threat each and every year, poachers and hunters. They ran about the forest like they owned the place and would kill many of the animals they could get their grimey hands on just for some money. Hourus found it disgusting, they only killed animals when they needed food, and they made sure to eat everything, not wasting any of the parts for possible pelts and clothing. It was during the later years when they came back and just like every other year they’d did the same thing but this time they went after cubs, baby animals and that was when Hourus had, had enough. He set out to protect the animals of the forest while stopping the hunters and poachers. It was during this time that he gained many of the scars that run across his body, from knifes being dug into his skin, but the animals of the forest helped him drive the hunters and poachers off while his father had set traps to stop their advance. After treating his wounds he made sure all the baby animals were safe and back with their parents, but one of them mistook him for being hostile while handling their baby and attacked him, An day with a mighty swipe of their claws cut all the way down his chest to his stomach. He was saved by the other animals who then got in the away afterwards. It was a day he’ll never forget for the rest of his life.
Many years passed and he adventures deep into the forest to see the many crazy plants and animals that live inside the forest and when he learned about a brand new world having been discovered, he signed right up, his father who was at home was sad to see his son go, but he had to do his own thing, and so he made sure to send him off with a happy smile. After all that’s happened in Hourus’ life, he now had a means to travel the world, after getting the equipment he was given and all his knowledge in his mind, he was ready for adventure.
Name: Hourus Malik
Alias: Forest Fighter
Age / Date of Birth: 18 Born July 24 1763
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Brigand
Stats:
Strength: 16
Willpower: 6
Dexterity: 11
Speed: 14
Toughness: 15
Luck: 1
Skills:
Intimidation: Fear is the soldier’s greatest bane, and the terror these men unleash is a weapon refined to a razor’s edge. Masterful shock troops and enforcers, the brigand is able to instill panic into their foes, often forcing their adversaries to take cover or retreat to safer ground while the lunatic before them beckons a fell battle cry.
Creative fighter: Anything can be used as a weapon if you try hard enough. A good fighter will use whatever they can to get the upper hand in a fight.
Nature expert: The wild is like a second home to him. He knows about plants and the different uses they have, such as combating swelling, curing poisons, even what is good and not good to eat in desperate situations.
Animal handler: An innate bond with animals allows him to both earn the respect and trust of many animals and even get them to help if he needs it. The animals of the world are smart and powerful, and they deserve respect.
Equipment:
Steel Axe.
Grappling Hook.
Sharpening Stone.
Basic Leather Armour.
Appearance:
Hourus is well built all around. He has a strong upper and lower body, for all purpose combat and everyday tasks. With ocean blue eyes and short jet black hair along with a light skin tone, he looks like he could best many people in many fights. He has a few scars that line both his back and his arms from fighting both animals and people alike, a particular nasty one though runs all across his chest down to his stomach. He cares not for the usual wears of city folk and prefers the easy going life style with loose shirts and pants, the ones you’d normally see on pirates and the like. But if he has to be properly dressed he does have one of those suits with the frills around the neck and wrists, though he hates wearing it. When in combat he usually has his normal pirate like attire underneath a simple but effective layer of leather armour, he has to move fast after all, the heavy stuff would weigh him down too much. When he is Justin’s loafing around with nothing to do he looks open to conversation, he doesn’t have a scary resting face, more like one of boredom if you had to describe it as anything.
Personality:
He loves adventure, there is nothing that beats the thrill of a brand new place to explore! He likes people and is always open to talk to them about stuff, especially when he’s bored. He can’t stand doing nothing, he needs to be doing stuff otherwise he’ll go crazy, thus he is usually trying to improve his strength and body by training or he sharpens his weapon so it remains leathel to his foes. He thinks that the world hasn’t so much to explore and discover and has a great fascination with nature. He loves making jokes and having fun, but he will get serious once a battle starts up. He isn’t the smartest guy around but he is greatly loyal and willing defend friends till the end.
Biography:
Born into poverty, in the Federation of Great Danesland, Hourus was always scrounging up what he could to get by in life, whether it be food or clothes, he was always struggling to get by. But during his life he was forced to run into the forest when bandits attacked his home. He was then cornered by one such Brigand An did was destined to meet his end until a wild tiger attacked he man and killed him. The boy was deeply terrified of the beast as it stalked towards him only to be licked clean by the creature, before it took off bingo the he deeper parts of the forest. It was that day that sparked his innate curiousity for nature and his love for the beasts of the wild. Upon returning home, his mother had been killed in the attack while his father was wounded but still living. With their only home destroyed and ripped apart they were forced to leave and find a new home somewhere else, which became the forest.
With the forests bountiful foods and clean water both Hourus and his father had to learn the hard way of what foods were good to eat and which were not. They got sick often, but they never gave up, eventually one day while Hourus was home aloneness in the little shack they had made of both twigs and leaves his father had come home with a book, one he had stolen that listed many of the things in the forest and what they could do with them. For many years they used this book to help them survive in the forest and damn did it work, they became healthier, better hunters, and were surviving better than they ever had back in the slums of their previous home. Through these years Hourus’ body became bigger and stronger with each passing day, and the wild animals of the forest became his friends, with which he’d play with when he had the time.
However one thing was always a constant threat each and every year, poachers and hunters. They ran about the forest like they owned the place and would kill many of the animals they could get their grimey hands on just for some money. Hourus found it disgusting, they only killed animals when they needed food, and they made sure to eat everything, not wasting any of the parts for possible pelts and clothing. It was during the later years when they came back and just like every other year they’d did the same thing but this time they went after cubs, baby animals and that was when Hourus had, had enough. He set out to protect the animals of the forest while stopping the hunters and poachers. It was during this time that he gained many of the scars that run across his body, from knifes being dug into his skin, but the animals of the forest helped him drive the hunters and poachers off while his father had set traps to stop their advance. After treating his wounds he made sure all the baby animals were safe and back with their parents, but one of them mistook him for being hostile while handling their baby and attacked him, An day with a mighty swipe of their claws cut all the way down his chest to his stomach. He was saved by the other animals who then got in the away afterwards. It was a day he’ll never forget for the rest of his life.
Many years passed and he adventures deep into the forest to see the many crazy plants and animals that live inside the forest and when he learned about a brand new world having been discovered, he signed right up, his father who was at home was sad to see his son go, but he had to do his own thing, and so he made sure to send him off with a happy smile. After all that’s happened in Hourus’ life, he now had a means to travel the world, after getting the equipment he was given and all his knowledge in his mind, he was ready for adventure.
