General Scales

Variance

Girard Babcock

Name: Girard Babcock
Alias: Tank.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:

Hider

Girard stands at 6'8" and weighs well over 400lbs thanks to his power. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable normally whether
it be short sleeves and jeans or some other combo. When he becomes Tank a dark green bomber jacket, a black shirt underneath, with grey camo pants are his preference, tough/comfortable and plenty of storage, including a large military helmet with a face cover.

Occupation: Freelance Construction/Demolition
Family: Ellen(mother), Deckard(father), May(younger sister), Jeremiah(younger brother.

Personality: Girard appears to be a rather friendly guy mostly carefree though is serious when necessary. He will talk to anyone who will listen provided he has something to say or will listen to anyone if the subject is good. He tends to be careful and relatively peaceful but he is no gentle giant and if someone starts something it won't take him long to step in and give them what they have coming while not killing them in the process. He is far more concerned with other people than himself trying to help out where he can with a smile on his face mostly because he can. He is more than willing to work with other vigilantes though his forward and aggressive style doesn't always mesh. He might have looked up to at one point but to him its people like him and others who are willing to go further that really keep the criminals on edge. The big man is extremely careful about his powers at most times acting as if he were walking on eggshells through his daily life up until he changes to Tank were he puts it to work though even then he hesitates to use a great deal of his power.

Criminals are one of the few things that Girard detests and cleaning up the city one gang at a time is his way of dealing with it. He doesn't always expect much out of them but he fully expects them to try and surprise crime fighters so he values patience for keeping him out of trouble. For him there are no restrictions on what kind of activity to stop though some warrant less force than others which he is keenly aware of. Despite his approach to the bad element serious collateral damage is something he avoids whenever possible, no need to make it harder on the people and families who live in the city like him. He intends to protect and clean up the city to make it better for him, his family, and every good hearted person left in it.

Girard is normally a happy and calm person but even he can be pushed to his limit and he tends to let loose on whoever managed to break through to him though it takes something severely bad or extremely personal to cause him to get into such a state. Pity to the person who brings out the beast because he is very unlikely to stop until he deals with them.

Notoriety: Unknown(Girard), Wanted(Tank).
Class/Level: Class 1, Level Red.

Powers/Abilities: Supernaturally dense tissue resulting in a myriad of side effects many of which Girard does his best to control, suppress, or hide.

Enhanced strength and stamina- Tank's condition could be easily confused with super strength as he is usually on par with most of said individuals on the mid-to-high range scale and his stamina allows him to make the best use of it while simultaneously balancing out his body mass/weight most of the time. He honestly doesn't know the upper limit to either of these and is rarely in control of himself when they could be gauged but he does have one for certain.

Extreme physical durability and increased weight- Tank can be said to be nigh on invulnerable to most conventional weaponry and physical forces as his body is either too thick/hard to crack or disperses force so well that has next to no effect on him at most times. This more or less allows him to act as his namesake, not to mention a wrecking ball, shrugging off incredible amounts of punishment while using his strength to return the favor to his opponents. Its entirely possible to harm him by other means like electricity, poison, or mental powers to name a few. While his weight slows him down and causes him plenty of environmental problems, when he isn't being careful, it also gives him one hell of a momentum once he gets moving, one which he can end up at the mercy of.

Other Skills: Girard is very good at noting structural integrity of a building and knows where and what walls or bits can be messed with to cause different effects. Like non load-bearing walls which he usually uses if he has to make a noisy entrance or the good old main support beam if he absolutely has to bring it down quickly. His job has also given him some experience with the use and makeup of explosives of which he uses some small homemade ones occasionally when out crime-fighting.

Equipment: His getup and the occasional explosive, small or bigger depending on the need. Otherwise he has been known to improvise a weapon out of his environment.

Bio: Girard's parents met at a local diner, Morning Glory, in the city and had a few arguments before they really got talking but it was uphill from there and the two have been inseparable since. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and they were amazed when he was. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his teens they had an impact on his size from day one. He had a rather good life never much to complain about, his father also being quite a big guy and a noted temper with troublemakers, warding off plenty of trouble with his siblings only making it better. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life seeing his family as the most important thing he had. His parents actually bought the diner and it did good for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.

The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little to no thinking at the time in his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful gangers though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. Most of the aggressors were on death's door before some semblance of control came back to the big man which horrified him. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down and law enforcement never caught on to what Girard did because of a lack of witnesses and the silence from the now imprisoned gangers who either were planning an eventual comeback or scared shitless by the semi some of them thought they got hit by and had no want to go anywhere near him again.

His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but thing got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all, particularly the government who would much rather have their own doing what he does, but he won't stop on that account. He hopes at one point or another that some of the other vigilantes and like minded variants might get together to tackle some of the bigger problems which would be the highlight of his day.

Donovan McMillian

Name: Donovan McMillian.
Alias: Abomination is the one he hears the most.
Age: 26.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:

Donovan

Don stands at about 6ft and looks to be on the thin side only weighing in at about 160lbs counting only his own weight. His eyes faintly glow a pale green in low light as well as his veins on close inspection and he is quite pale from his time spent underground. There are some rather large pore like holes in his lower back which he prefers not to talk about and likely won't when pressed.

Occupation: None, unless you consider stealing or scavenging a job.
Family: His worms are the closest thing after he was disowned.

Personality: Donovan tends to be a very cold and detached person to strangers though he warms up enough to ease victims of the criminals he deals with. Trust is not a well used part of his vocabulary nor is charity so the guy tends to do everything himself and has no qualms if it keeps him breathing for another day provided it doesn't cause too much trouble for other people but he doesn't believe for a second anyone would stick a neck out and do the same for him. He is very much the cynic and sarcastic to boot when he actually decides to involve himself with other people which has been more common recently but not something he entirely enjoys, it being far simpler to stay out of sight and mind.

However, if there is one thing he particularly hates it would be NOVA's pet attack dogs who have been sent to hunt people like him down several times before. To him the fact that Variants could allow themselves to be used like they are, not to mention the fact they don't seem opposed to it frustrates Don to no end. As for the rest of the powered community he tends to stay on neutral terms if possible though he has squared off with a few in the past. His overall tendency to stay out of the way and well hidden helps with this as far as hes concerned, not to mention when the visitors are looking for trouble. He has a soft spot for other Varients in his position, most of whom he figures are in even worse straits than him, and has been known to give them a place to rest in one of the safe spots he knows of to make things a bit easier.

Notoriety: Wanted.
Class/Level: Class 6, Level Red.

Powers/Abilities: Donovan is host to and controls about one hundred worm creatures which are quite ravenous, not to mention with a wide variety of poisons, toxins, and venom flowing through them. It has caused some large scale changes to his body to compensate though some are his own doing. Needless to say his symbiotes are excellent at digging but their jaws are filled to the brim with teeth capable of ripping through most animals, including humans, with ease though most are fairly small requiring them to mass to cause extensive damage. There are few that measure more than foot and a half long with the largest and oldest being three feet long, Don named him Anthrax as a bit of a joke and it stuck, while being shockingly intelligent as they seem to grow older due to connection with Donovan.

Enhanced metabolism and immune system- Don has been "blessed" with an appetite that could probably hold over three to four people give or take and his body is capable of breaking down said food/liquids extremely fast. In fact it happens to quickly and efficiently most harmful substances have no time to cause damage before they are digested, those that do however find a gauntlet of an immune system backing it up attacking all harmful invaders immediately or assimilating them to prevent further problems from that specific organism/material. This effectively allows him to heal faster as well since his body runs so much quicker than an average person but he is only marginally tougher to injure than one. His symbiosis with the worms gave another perk in the form of total immunity to most poisons, toxins and venom though the only reason he is vulnerable to some is that his body hasn't been exposed to it yet.

Rapid evolution and adaption- This facet is often what allows him to survive in the elements. His body tends to instinctively adjust to the surrounding temperature and environment though it is usually internal like thickening of tissue in the winter for insulation. Those changes tend to be quite small requiring little energy expenditure but something like growth of regenerating chitin spines on an arm or storage glands, which Don finds extremely useful, takes much more effort and energy. The largest limitation of this particular point is how much available food there is to allow for the changes which is the major reason Donovan hasn't done more potent ones.

Hive mind telepathy and control of the worms- Part of the symbiosis Don has with the worms is due to telepathy between him and all of them at once which at first confused him trying to sort which thought were his own among the wave of information. Over time he has found it allows him precision control of individuals and even lets him see what they see allowing him to know what better is going on around him. The most interesting side effect so far with this is his ability to send short messages to other people around him with it, though it has to be a simple sentence or it puts a lot of strain on his mind where his symbiotes don't. His control of the worms allows him to determine which changes and adaptations they do or don't get drawing from the same energy pool for himself. Between this and his adaptations Donovan has figured out how to develop a tremor sense for himself allowing him to feel vibrations around him and know the where and what of objects or people around him. A downside is if he decides to focus specifically on it his normal vision tends to get screwy for a bit afterwards.

Other Skills: If there is one man who knows the city's underground like the back of his hand, Don is definitely it, because he can get you damn near anywhere in the city via the various tunnels/passages underneath the streets. He is a good ear to the ground being able to pass for some random homeless guy or listening from below the streets and buildings where he tends to pick up useful information. Is quite good at enacting and detecting ambushes due to his powers but also years of practice using the very same tactic.

Equipment: None.

Bio: Donovan was born an only child to his parents and while it doesn't seem like it now his life wasn't bad at that time. They hadn't exactly been ready for him when he was born and ended up sacrificing a lot to keep him cared for but in that time they wouldn't have done it any other way. He made it easy for them too being cheerful and not needing much to keep entertained, just them being around usually. It was a good thing too since for awhile there wasn't much to go around and went hungry a couple of times if either parent's work dried up. As time went on the situation improved when the father got a government job of interviewing Variants who came in and it paid fairly well. It took up a fair bit of time away from his family but he was known as a compassionate but impartial man in most cases putting more stock in the person than the power which prevented some bad eggs from getting farther up the chain as well as letting some through who otherwise wouldn't have passed because he saw the good in them. It wasn't a popular position among his coworkers but he had less of an issue with powered people then most of them but didn't prevent him from doing his job well.

Don became a more competitive boy as he got older finding sports to his liking with the atmosphere but also science finding it equally interesting because he enjoyed how much there was to wrap his head around. He was particularly fond of running and swimming which both parents encouraged because he seemed to really enjoy it, not to mention it kept him healthy which was a concern as money for a doctor was short at the best of times. His mother ended up as a police officer during this time as more Variants were starting to pop up in the same area which wasn't too much of an issue at first but became worst as time went on. Unknown to the family his own powers were slowly beginning to creep out starting with notably his appetite getting larger which since he was still growing wasn't so surprising but the rate which it kept going was hinting at something more. Both parents tried to figure out if it was medical or not first without resorting to a doctor but he seemed perfectly healthy just hungrier than usual. There wasn't much spare time to check in on it as they're jobs were requiring more time as crime rates went up and over time his mother became more and more bitter with the powered population seeing casualties on the force as well as civilians in the face of the higher classed Variants. This had also begun effecting the father who was having more trouble distinguishing who could be trusted or not among the applicants not to mention how upset it had been making his wife colored his perception.

Donovan's worms had started appearing around the house some time later often trying to get access to food or just moving about, a couple had even killed a mouse in the kitchen while his father was home causing him to crush and kill most of them. This had actually caused his son some pain as every time the worms were threatened they ran back to him or his room and he had come to like them despite all the confusion they caused more or less because they were a part of him. He was still their son but eventually neither parent wanted anything to do with him and they tried to turn him in to NOVA to get rid of him. Needless to say Don felt extremely betrayed which led him to outright refuse to go along with that decision to which they tried to force him. Anthrax though not nearly the size he currently is retaliated alongside some of the more aggressive worms and gave their host enough time to get out before what was left of them followed suit. That was ten years earlier and Donovan has stopped acknowledging them as anything since almost never using his last name.

The boy then and man now have worked to survive living with no home or anyone to rely on but themselves which got easier as time passed. However, as much as Don sometimes wants to he cannot deny the fact he hates seeing other people get hurt so he helps where he can attacking and stealing from local criminals benefiting himself in the process. There are other like him wandering the tunnels or streets, more now than then, which makes him feel less alone in a way as he knows of a few small groups doing much what he does barring the helping normals part as the rest of them don't much care for them anymore. Donovan has done his best to help out when it suited him as well as dodge the police/government workers hunting for people like him and has seen other Variants living more normal lives get their hands dirty to help clean up the streets which he respects but has yet to contact or work with any of them directly. Though he is more and more considering the idea recently but it would still take some convincing if they even bother to ask.

Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

I started brainstorming up a knight too after reading a bunch and might be able to fill the other spot.

This is gonna be fun to write up looks like.

@Zetsuko Glad to see I'm not the only one who was interested.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Sorry to say but I think I'll be dropping out. Been having trouble writing lately and I'd rather not be a drag but I hope this keeps going.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth kept pace with Charlotte as they made the relatively short trek back to the wreck looking around cautiously. He felt like the bit of gather he did might help to tide them over for the moment until they could better situate the group which was quite the good thing. As he and the alchemist walked they passed by the Garuda woman whose nod he returned not wanting to hold her up from whatever she was doing. Upon coming into eyeshot of the wreck he got a look at what the others managed to scrounge up from the remains of the boat which was better than expected, though not all of it would be immediately helpful as he figured out on closer inspection. He pulled out his axe to sever one of the now unnecessary leather straps he used for tools off the side of his pants to tie up pelt/sack before placing it near the rest of the supplies for now.

The ogre thought about what else could be done for the moment and shelter was among the first ideas to pop into his head. As far as he was concerned they only had but to look for a decent clearing with some good tree cover in case of rain and it would be a fair start. Then once that was found or something similarly good he could begin hauling the supplies back to it for storage and maybe even work some branches and leaves into some small tents for the others. It would be a good start to have some cover from the wildlife until they knew more about it and if it was because of it all the better it was done early. He looked over around the beach noticing a couple members of the survivors away, one he saw himself before on returning to the wreck, but one of his fellow hunters and the lizard man weren't present likely further inland by now looking for supplies and he also noticed there appeared to be a newcomer among them who was talking with the Oni about what to do as well as the fox woman.

Ugroth turned to Charlotte figuring he would extend the idea to her first then to the others shortly after.

"Was thinking finding a clearing for a camp would be useful, do you want to help?" He asked figuring it was only proper to ask even if the answer might be no.

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Ugroth kept up trying to collect more nuts and berries as he listened Charlotte's response to his tip. As she spoke it became a little more clear that the alchemist had yet to have much personal experience with living out in the wilds. It made him wonder how well she would do in this situation the survivors found themselves in but if anything they were all in this together so it might make learning such things easier. He had a feeling one way or the other that if they survived the ordeal they would have much in the way of experience to share with all of they're people back on Stalmir. Of course they had a long way to go before that would be true but it was a pleasant thought.

The ogre agreed with trying regardless of failure, within reason, though the human brought up the issues it could cause. The same issue was less common among his settlement but it was likely something that happened more elsewhere like in Astril but it was a good distinction to make. He hoped his own desire for hunting never led him to that sort of thinking later on whilst being exposed to the new creatures them might encounter. It looked like it was an upsetting topic for Charlotte so he wouldn't press on it unless the girl brought it up herself which might come up later.

Ugroth continued to try to get as much out of the harvest of the trees and bushes as possible. Admittedly he would have preferred an actual sack for carrying because it would have provided more space to hold the nuts and berries. A few minutes later he managed to get a bit over a third of the garment filled up so it could have been a far worse haul than what they had. Hopefully Charlotte would have gotten some more time to get an idea of what they were dealing with as far as the plant life. The hunter scanned around one last time to see if he could spot any animal movement or life beyond the insects but there was nothing or it was hiding too well for him to see as of yet. He slung his pelt over his shoulder for easier carrying and walked over towards the alchemist who had been very focused on examining the roots of the bushes though for what he didn't know.

"I think this is all were going to be getting out of nuts and berries. Just tell me when your finished and we can head back towards the wreck, maybe the rest of them managed to scavenge some decent supplies too." The ogre said willing to let her continue for a bit but fairly certain being alone might not be a good idea.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth was happy to see Charlotte's mood take a turn for the better at his suggestion and if there was any doubt before now he would have a go once the time came at making the 'mortar and pestle' as she called it. It was much preferred to have everyone in higher spirits if possible as there was far to go before they were secure but at least they could manage some positive thinking for the moment. He felt the best way forward was certainly heading further inland as soon as they could manage it because there was little to work with on the sandy beach. After all, food was well and good but another major concern would be drinkable water considering they were near only saltwater which was definitely not going to help them. He also listened to the warning of caution from Charlotte which he would certainly heed though he was glad she had believed in his judgement on them. "A simple trick to know if they are edible is to look at how colorful and attention getting they are compared to the plant. They work to distract the animals from the main plant by providing something tasty and noticeable, fascinating thing it is." He said sparing a little knowledge and also his interest in nature.

The ogre decided to let the alchemist have a closer look at the berry bushes while he got together as many tree nuts as he could. For him it wasn't particularly hard to tell which were suitable food because the shells seemed to darken as they decayed which made it more obvious and allowed him to retrieve a fair few based on that knowledge. They had filled up somewhere near a quarter of his pelt/sack once he was done picking through them which made him realize how much more they could have gotten had they arrived last season or a bit earlier this one. He made one interesting observation about the dead or dying nuts however was that on closer inspection there were insects either eating or moving them to be eaten slowly. The little critters were a welcome sight as he now noticed some were among the fallen berries as well which helped him to get a picture of what tended to eat the plants near the shoreline at a low level. There would no doubt be something that preyed upon the insects though what it was or how it did it was unknown but a welcoming thought.

Ugroth started to gather up some of the berries now having made the decision to put them on top of the nuts as not to squeeze the juice out of them and ruin his pelt. The small fruits took more patience as he did his best not to crush them in hand though there was little chance of him asking for help. There was maybe a little too much pride for him to outright ask for help unless it was serious when it came to this sort of thing. Despite the squishy fruit forcing him to be more careful he was making decent progress at getting them off of the bush though it would take him longer than he would liked.

"I forget sometimes how being large can slow even simple tasks down. This one for sure but better to do it right than not at all." The ogre said before unceremoniously snapping one of the small twigs on the bush eliciting a sigh from him. "Or at least try to do it right."

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth waited patiently for the alchemist to take the two tree nuts not in a hurry at the moment noting her hesitation at first, likely partially caused by his sudden appearance as she had been quite focused. It was understandable given that these were new lands and new plants but he had learned himself or by way of word that most tree nuts were edible if not entirely tasty so taking the chance seemed less severe to him. He imagined that his thought on the matter might not have been entirely correct to someone who would more deeply investigate such things but they had little choice for now besides learning by experience. His own thoughts strayed to what animals might come to eat the fruits or nuts as they could be tracked to more of their kind, an opportunity to gain some insight into them if not simply to get food for the group.

The ogre made a mental note of Charlotte's name as she spoke also mentioning the name of her home that took him a moment to place not to mention a lightness of feeling from hearing the chuckle. ~Seems like the shaman and his assistant weren't off the mark in what they said about Astril's finer minds.~ He thought finding the girl's description amusing and accurate about her homeland. The fact that the human was of a similar thought regarding company eased his reservations somewhat as it was nice not to have to explain it. It didn't take much to see just how upset she was over the loss of her alchemy tools let alone her other possessions in the ship though he couldn't blame her for it. His own bow and arrows were lost among the confusion, all of which he had hand crafted himself, which pained him as it was quite important to an efficient hunt. As much as he disliked his loss he was sure with his axe it would be possible to make a new one provided they found proper trees further in land. The hunter had continued to listen as Charlotte spoke again not wanting to stop her even if she had been rambling as there was no need for rudeness especially as the subject was a proper one given the situation.

"I'll do my best to avoid that problem though it would be better if I was the one to find out. Might not have as bad of an effect on me so the rest of you remain in good condition." Ugroth said frankly knowing even at less than full capacity he could do his job well enough but he remembered something relating to her concern. "Though it might be less convenient you might be able to use similar methods to our shaman for making use of the plants we might find. I know how to shape wood so it might be possible to make a bowl and grinder once we find some larger trees to cut from."

He thought he might offer to at least help in what limited way he could to lessen the difficulty of Charlotte's predicament. There was no reason to not make use of the skills they all had to bring so giving her even simple tool might be of great benefit.

"I'm going to start collecting more of those nuts as well as some berries not far off, they look and taste like any good berry I've ever had on my travels." The ogre said casually as he paced back over to the trees removing his pelt to use as a makeshift pouch to hold them fur side out.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Just finished it up on my end.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth hadn't gone much further before the small human alchemist had called out from behind him with a slightly off voice. It appeared she hadn't been as bad off despite first appearances so he was quietly thankful that they weren't going to lose anymore just yet. He had looked back at the girl quietly and gave a bit of a nod acknowledging her though he didn't make much more of it. While he did pick up on the nervousness the ogre simply didn't know what to say at that moment being more focused on covering the distance to the visible plant life than conversation. Admittedly he was not the most expressive of his kind in face or voice preferring a quiet stoicism, you wanted loud and proud his brother made up for it in spades, not to mention he had difficulty knowing how to be around humans even if he himself was quite neutral to them. ~I'll have to make an effort to speak my thoughts, wouldn't do to act as if I'm alone.~

The ogre was doing a less detailed examination of the plants in general unless they looked as if there were edible parts or something of the sort grew off of them. He found one or two trees that appeared to have some form of nuts surrounding them on the ground, there were likely some still safe for eating, though some were still hanging so they were something to note as well as some sparse berry bushes which were in much the same state. He cracked one of the tree nuts open with a little pressure on the shell and then popped it into his mouth finding it to be a bit bland but it seemed fairly safe as nuts went. Ugroth cracked two more open before walking over to the girl who had been mumbling to herself in what he thought was exasperation. "Here have these. An apology for the silence, not entirely used to much company is all." He said thinking the human might feel a bit better knowing they might have something to bring back to the group as well not to mention a light snack for now.

"My name is Ugroth if you wanted to know. Don't think I got yours during the trip between the discomfort and busyness." The ogre said managing a mild chuckle at how silly the situation seemed in retrospect.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth listened between some of the more outspoken members of the group and the ideas went from getting to work on the port to simply checking the wreckage for anything of use. In the current state of the group he couldn't see them managing a full built port with nothing to go off of but he appreciated the initiative. As for sifting through the wreckage none of it looked particularly heavy and having someone like him wading through the water would just slow the process down. Food and shelter were the major issues as of now both of which he could help with fairly well.

"Going to have a look around inland, edge of the beach is all. If I find anything food wise I'll bring it back with me and likewise with wood, if anyone else is decides to come I won't stop you." Ugroth said before heading inland.

He wondered if there might not be some decent trees that he could make a working bow out of or if not that some for of tent with the limbs and leaves. If he had to he could make due with using his pelt as material for a tent, though it would be better suited for his companions rather than him. There was no doubt in his mind Lopga, his bear, wouldn't have minded as she had helped keep him warm too on trips. The ogre started scanning around as he got closer looking for movement or anything that struck him as useful in the current moment.