That...doesn't seem like a good nor safe place to nap XD I'll see about possibly posting something for you two to poke at when ya get back from the sewers :p
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Name: Lizard Fighter
Age: 19
Race: Lizardman
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.
His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.
Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None
Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.
Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.
Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.
History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.
Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...
He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.
Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.
It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.
Adventuring Rank: Porcelain
Equipment:
Skills:
Age: 19
Race: Lizardman
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.
His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.
Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None
Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.
Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.
Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.
History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.
Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...
He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.
Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.
It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.
Adventuring Rank: Porcelain
Equipment:
- Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
- : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
- Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
- Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
- Porcelain Adventurer's Tag
Skills:
- Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
- Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
- Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.
So since both parties say yay I can plonk him over in the character area?
That's no problem :3 I hope he gets approved to see guard lady's reaction XD
Of course the humans were labelled as dangerous and very dangerous. Their equipment probably made their stats go pretty damn high considering they were well-crafted, better crafted than anything they could make that was for sure. The bugbear however was just normal, which tickled him. Rattleskull had probably been Dangerous when they first appeared, but he'd probably be normal now as well if he had been alive.
Ardur seemed surprised that humans were here, Steve decided it was best to keep a low profile but hiss regardless, and Mother Slime approached only to be batted aside by the bugbear. Which earned Asura's attention. The two humans could see a familiar emotion in the slimes 'face', rage directed at the bugbear but knowledge that if he moved he'd probably be attacked.
Now the humans spoke. Well the boy did anyway. "The fuck is a poltergeist?" He mumbled questioningly to Ardur. He knew what they supposedly were in his world, but video games tended to not show spirits very often unless they were dicks or guides. He'd have to find out later. Well if there was a later. And now the knight told the group to stay put while the Squire took on the bugbear. The kid had mentioned the Dungeon, so they had been there? Did they clear it?
Asura watched the fight, surprised the boy was making such light work of it. But then again, better equipment and tactics. If the goblinoid monster had the same equipment its sheer strength and brutality probably would have destroyed the kid. But today it was the other way around like in most role playing games.
The kid talked to the bugbear in a more guttural voice, was that how they sounded? Wait...how were they all understanding all the languages? "He called you a stupid human and he's Bear-Ate." Asura commented from the side as he melted back down into his puddle shape. If you couldn't fight with distractions or people talking to you then go home.
Ardur gave a helping hand, Inspiring the kid to finish the fight. A pretty good show, and it let Asura observe how the people here fought. It looked very reckless, but the boy was young. Now attention was turned back to the group, but hands were off weapons at this point. "I can talk, he can, the bigger slime has limited speech, and spider can't." Asura stated as he visibly eyed the knight. A great eyeball looking him over now.
"Isn't it polite to give your name before requesting anothers, knight? Either way I'm Asura and I serve myself and my little group here." Asura said while gesturing to the others but also waving Mother Slime to come back to the group. Yes it was probably stupid to cluster up but if the knight wanted them dead he'd have killed them by now.
Ardur seemed surprised that humans were here, Steve decided it was best to keep a low profile but hiss regardless, and Mother Slime approached only to be batted aside by the bugbear. Which earned Asura's attention. The two humans could see a familiar emotion in the slimes 'face', rage directed at the bugbear but knowledge that if he moved he'd probably be attacked.
Now the humans spoke. Well the boy did anyway. "The fuck is a poltergeist?" He mumbled questioningly to Ardur. He knew what they supposedly were in his world, but video games tended to not show spirits very often unless they were dicks or guides. He'd have to find out later. Well if there was a later. And now the knight told the group to stay put while the Squire took on the bugbear. The kid had mentioned the Dungeon, so they had been there? Did they clear it?
Asura watched the fight, surprised the boy was making such light work of it. But then again, better equipment and tactics. If the goblinoid monster had the same equipment its sheer strength and brutality probably would have destroyed the kid. But today it was the other way around like in most role playing games.
The kid talked to the bugbear in a more guttural voice, was that how they sounded? Wait...how were they all understanding all the languages? "He called you a stupid human and he's Bear-Ate." Asura commented from the side as he melted back down into his puddle shape. If you couldn't fight with distractions or people talking to you then go home.
Ardur gave a helping hand, Inspiring the kid to finish the fight. A pretty good show, and it let Asura observe how the people here fought. It looked very reckless, but the boy was young. Now attention was turned back to the group, but hands were off weapons at this point. "I can talk, he can, the bigger slime has limited speech, and spider can't." Asura stated as he visibly eyed the knight. A great eyeball looking him over now.
"Isn't it polite to give your name before requesting anothers, knight? Either way I'm Asura and I serve myself and my little group here." Asura said while gesturing to the others but also waving Mother Slime to come back to the group. Yes it was probably stupid to cluster up but if the knight wanted them dead he'd have killed them by now.
Name: Lizard Fighter
Age: 19
Race: Lizardman
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.
His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.
Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None
Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.
Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.
Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.
History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.
Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...
He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.
Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.
It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.
Adventuring Rank: Porcelain
Equipment:
Skills:
Age: 19
Race: Lizardman
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.
His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.
Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None
Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.
Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.
Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.
History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.
Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...
He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.
Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.
It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.
Adventuring Rank: Porcelain
Equipment:
- Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
- : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
- Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
- Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
- Porcelain Adventurer's Tag
Skills:
- Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
- Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
- Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.
I just encountered a potentially silly issue while rereading characters and such as I type up my character :p poor guard lady
I read the whole rp and ooc before even asking if I could join XD I'll get to work on something ASAP
I'm very interested since I have recently found (and read it 3 times) Goblin Slayer, the year one and main manga. I actually plan to reread both tomorrow...
I'd gladly try my hand if you'll have me. (I'm not sure if it's still invite only or if you made it open)
I'd gladly try my hand if you'll have me. (I'm not sure if it's still invite only or if you made it open)
St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23
Julius watched how they reacted to that larger explosion, and how much damage it caused. [color=red]"Interesting, a hive mind of anger...and utterly useless against me."[color=red] He said as each robot did something different. "It's amusing that they adapt so well, but I'm not a normal opponent. Since you have information on us you must know that all of this is futile. He taunted, his Miracle was based off shadows and his imagination. There really was no hope for these robots and the person controlling them. It looked like they could adapt to everything and think of something for a singular uncreative opponent, but really it was just a slight obstacle.
The latest slash towards a shadow was sent skyward by a strangely shaped piece of darkness. The light of the core didn't dim it or get rid of it. Julius emerged in a...well flash wouldn't suit him. He popped out of the shadow faster than most people could react. He was covered in shadows at this point and the eyes of it were a solid white. The Promised Children were all quite strong, but his Miracle amplified his strength several times over. He honestly hadn't tested its limit, a bout of laziness on that.
Still he grabbed a hold of the robot that had been attacking shadows and lifted it up like it was a trashcan and launched it into the robot with the exposed core. Considering they didn't crack the tiles underfoot they most likely didn't weigh beyond six hundred pounds.
But now smoke was billowing from the vents and a loud beep rung out from the speakers. Which earned the spectator a laugh. "Smokescreen and trying to deafen? That's truly amusing." He called out, doubting he could be heard. His imagination was his limitation and he had his full coverage dampen louder sounds. He never needed earplugs. The smoke did affect him though, making it difficult to breathe, but it also cut out a good portion of the light. Thanks for making the shadows stronger... He thought idly as a spike of it erupted from the darkened ground up towards the 'wounded' robots core. The other had revealed exactly where they were when it pried its own chest open.
Midnight // JANUARY, 23
Julius watched how they reacted to that larger explosion, and how much damage it caused. [color=red]"Interesting, a hive mind of anger...and utterly useless against me."[color=red] He said as each robot did something different. "It's amusing that they adapt so well, but I'm not a normal opponent. Since you have information on us you must know that all of this is futile. He taunted, his Miracle was based off shadows and his imagination. There really was no hope for these robots and the person controlling them. It looked like they could adapt to everything and think of something for a singular uncreative opponent, but really it was just a slight obstacle.
The latest slash towards a shadow was sent skyward by a strangely shaped piece of darkness. The light of the core didn't dim it or get rid of it. Julius emerged in a...well flash wouldn't suit him. He popped out of the shadow faster than most people could react. He was covered in shadows at this point and the eyes of it were a solid white. The Promised Children were all quite strong, but his Miracle amplified his strength several times over. He honestly hadn't tested its limit, a bout of laziness on that.
Still he grabbed a hold of the robot that had been attacking shadows and lifted it up like it was a trashcan and launched it into the robot with the exposed core. Considering they didn't crack the tiles underfoot they most likely didn't weigh beyond six hundred pounds.
But now smoke was billowing from the vents and a loud beep rung out from the speakers. Which earned the spectator a laugh. "Smokescreen and trying to deafen? That's truly amusing." He called out, doubting he could be heard. His imagination was his limitation and he had his full coverage dampen louder sounds. He never needed earplugs. The smoke did affect him though, making it difficult to breathe, but it also cut out a good portion of the light. Thanks for making the shadows stronger... He thought idly as a spike of it erupted from the darkened ground up towards the 'wounded' robots core. The other had revealed exactly where they were when it pried its own chest open.
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