Thank you, I am trying to take my time with it, to avoid doing many of the bad stereotypes.
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Of course, I will do so if I think of anything.
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Absolutely, that is what I had in mind myself. Less of the "Civilized" imperial type, and more of the general idea of an Ursine race, more connected nature, and less about monolithic castles and astounding architectural feats.
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Name: Roarick Giant-mauler
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Ursine
Appearance: Roarick is a large Ursine, large even by some of their standards by standing at a height of nine foot tall flat. His fur is thick and heavy, hued a deep, dark, mahogany. His eyes are a deep green, a shining verdant green enclosed by an evergreen circle around the outside of the iris. His height is only bolstered by his brutish design, his muscular body and mountain-side like endurance make him a towering opponent or ally. Among the Ursine his features are considered great, and powerful, however other races would surely look upon a gnarling Ursine as himself with hatred or fear.
Personality: Roarick is not the chief or a leader of the Ursine, he is merely a warrior, a hunter, and a father. He fights alongside his kin and he values much of what his kind stands for as a whole. He has walked many lands in his time and accomplished his share of feats for honor alongside his people. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt, the fight, the adrenaline that pumps through the body and the release of primal instincts. These call to him, more so than to many other Ursine. Despite his affection and care for his wife and son, as any creature would have, he hungers for the most basic of Ursine designs and he relishes every chance to indulge in it. He will protect his kind without a second thought, he will lay down steel and stone to ensure that which he believes in and cares for is protected until his very last roar.
Biography:
Weapons: He wields a pair of large War-axes which are designed by the Ursine for the Ursine. This makes them too hefty for any human who isn't trained specifically for large weaponry, and their power is what makes them perfect for an Ursine. They are hefty, but not without their finesse as a warrior's weapons. The blades are sharpened to an edge that can fillet fish with ease, and are robust in their blade length. The blade curves up and down from the span of the head, leaving the mantle of the blade to create a marvelous round edge. The blades are then etched and carved with Ursine figures and words, either in name of the weapons, or in memorial to their purpose for being smithed. Roarick also wields a weapon for defense, a mighty shield. This Bulwark which he has carried for decades is a tower shield that he carries upon his back until it's use is needed. It's design is that of a simple, totemic-carved tower shield, made of the hardest Redwood Timber the ursine could find for Shields. The shield was then bolstered and bossed with Ursine smithed steel and quicksilver, to create one of the most durable, stalwart, shields a warrior could carry without magical meddling.
Equipment: Roarick carries a menagerie of equipment with him that compliments him well, as well as that of which is the basic's for any Ursine and Hunter. He carriers a rather large Waterskin made of a Stag's leather and cow stomach for the interior lining. The craftsmanship saves the waterskin from leaking it's contents extremely well. He also carries a large band of rope around his torso, which spans about twenty-five feet. Rope to most seems unusual to carry, but for a Hunter and an Ursine, it is an all purpose tool. He also carries, in a small knap-sack that hangs from his belt, a small piece of wood about four inches by four inches with Ursine symbols on each edge of the wood, a single symbol sits in the center of these edges, and a ladle-like bowl is along with this board. The pair make the earliest form of Compass. The naturally magnetized ladle has it's bowl filled with water and sat on the board, the short tail of the ladle then affixes to the magnetic north-pole as a compass should do properly. This knap-sack also contains a handful of crafty resources, such as: Twine, Arrow-Heads/Metal-Teeth, a pair of hunting knives for skinning and cleaning kills, a tinder box with a tiny steel rod and a small vial of "Sparkle-Powder", and lastly it holds a carved piece of Lapis Lazuli, this piece is roughly the size of a locket, and has a small carving of Roarick's mate's name.
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Name: Roarick Giant-mauler
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Ursine
Appearance: Roarick is a large Ursine, large even by some of their standards by standing at a height of nine foot tall flat. His fur is thick and heavy, hued a deep, dark, mahogany. His eyes are a deep green, a shining verdant green enclosed by an evergreen circle around the outside of the iris. His height is only bolstered by his brutish design, his muscular body and mountain-side like endurance make him a towering opponent or ally. Among the Ursine his features are considered great, and powerful, however other races would surely look upon a gnarling Ursine as himself with hatred or fear.
Personality: Roarick is not the chief or a leader of the Ursine, he is merely a warrior, a hunter, and a father. He fights alongside his kin and he values much of what his kind stands for as a whole. He has walked many lands in his time and accomplished his share of feats for honor alongside his people. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt, the fight, the adrenaline that pumps through the body and the release of primal instincts. These call to him, more so than to many other Ursine. Despite his affection and care for his wife and son, as any creature would have, he hungers for the most basic of Ursine designs and he relishes every chance to indulge in it. He will protect his kind without a second thought, he will lay down steel and stone to ensure that which he believes in and cares for is protected until his very last roar.
Biography:
Weapons: He wields a pair of large War-axes which are designed by the Ursine for the Ursine. This makes them too hefty for any human who isn't trained specifically for large weaponry, and their power is what makes them perfect for an Ursine. They are hefty, but not without their finesse as a warrior's weapons. The blades are sharpened to an edge that can fillet fish with ease, and are robust in their blade length. The blade curves up and down from the span of the head, leaving the mantle of the blade to create a marvelous round edge. The blades are then etched and carved with Ursine figures and words, either in name of the weapons, or in memorial to their purpose for being smithed. Roarick also wields a weapon for defense, a mighty shield. This Bulwark which he has carried for decades is a tower shield that he carries upon his back until it's use is needed. It's design is that of a simple, totemic-carved tower shield, made of the hardest Redwood Timber the ursine could find for Shields. The shield was then bolstered and bossed with Ursine smithed steel and quicksilver, to create one of the most durable, stalwart, shields a warrior could carry without magical meddling.
Equipment: Roarick carries a menagerie of equipment with him that compliments him well, as well as that of which is the basic's for any Ursine and Hunter. He carriers a rather large Waterskin made of a Stag's leather and cow stomach for the interior lining. The craftsmanship saves the waterskin from leaking it's contents extremely well. He also carries a large band of rope around his torso, which spans about twenty-five feet. Rope to most seems unusual to carry, but for a Hunter and an Ursine, it is an all purpose tool. He also carries, in a small knap-sack that hangs from his belt, a small piece of wood about four inches by four inches with Ursine symbols on each edge of the wood, a single symbol sits in the center of these edges, and a ladle-like bowl is along with this board. The pair make the earliest form of Compass. The naturally magnetized ladle has it's bowl filled with water and sat on the board, the short tail of the ladle then affixes to the magnetic north-pole as a compass should do properly. This knap-sack also contains a handful of crafty resources, such as: Twine, Arrow-Heads/Metal-Teeth, a pair of hunting knives for skinning and cleaning kills, a tinder box with a tiny steel rod and a small vial of "Sparkle-Powder", and lastly it holds a carved piece of Lapis Lazuli, this piece is roughly the size of a locket, and has a small carving of Roarick's mate's name.
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They are wonderful.
Interested in this Rp, as well as I have a possible Race idea, if you are still accepting them.
I am interested, based on what I am provided thus far, but I would have some questions about the idea, and events.
I saw the front page, but I want to be sure, is this still open?
Name: Eric Napier
Nickname: E, Prancer, Golden-Eyes(Rather rare, and not often said.)
Race: Human/Animal
Gender: Male. (That is a Gender, right?)
Appearance:
Job: (Unsure.)
Personality: Eric tries to be cheerful and joyful for other, but his nature leaves him mostly dedicated, quiet, vigilant and standing. He often has a posture and an attitude that makes him seem very powerful among others, and he always has keen eyes on broad shoulders. He tries to good by everyone, and protect those who need it most. He is often seen a a caretaker, or a peacekeeper by many means.
Fable: Eric was a boy set out int the wilds with his Sister, left alone to die. His Sister tried to warn him of the dangers of drinking water from the prints of the exalted animals in these wilds, but he finally grew too thirty and could not resist. He drank from the hoof-prints of a Stag and the water changed into a brilliant golden Stag. He lifted his sister into a tree, where he made a nest and grew up in the wilds, with her Brother watching over her. He protected his sister, through all manner of encounters, even a gypsy who tried to replace her a a Prince's Wife.
When the Adversary came knocking on the doors of his homeland, he galloped to the Kingdom of his Sister, her Husband's Father still the king but in hi old age. Stubborn to with the thought that the Adversary could be halted at the foregrounds of his land, he pleaded and begged to take his Sister and Brother-in-Law to safety, the King obliged only in the fact he trusted the Stag, having always been a vigilant and trustworthy entity in the Kingdom. Eric, the Golden Stag, took from the castle with Sister and her Husband on back, and quickly mustered the power that made him be. He looked with now glowing eyes and followed a path that shimmered in the night, it led to a thick fog wall that blanketed the land, when they exited the otherside, he found himelf carrying his Sister and Brother-In-Law on his back, and his knee shaking as he gasped and released them, falling to his knees and grabbing at the dirt, realizing he was now in human form once more. They were now apart of the Mundane world.
Abilities: Eric can speak with animals, as well as his Golden eyes can see through glamour's and magics as he desires.(If the second is too much, I am willing to change it. I just think it fits the character, fitting to his Fable and story.)
Other:
(Anything you think I missed in the other spots and you want to add)
Nickname: E, Prancer, Golden-Eyes(Rather rare, and not often said.)
Race: Human/Animal
Gender: Male. (That is a Gender, right?)
Appearance:
Job: (Unsure.)
Personality: Eric tries to be cheerful and joyful for other, but his nature leaves him mostly dedicated, quiet, vigilant and standing. He often has a posture and an attitude that makes him seem very powerful among others, and he always has keen eyes on broad shoulders. He tries to good by everyone, and protect those who need it most. He is often seen a a caretaker, or a peacekeeper by many means.
Fable: Eric was a boy set out int the wilds with his Sister, left alone to die. His Sister tried to warn him of the dangers of drinking water from the prints of the exalted animals in these wilds, but he finally grew too thirty and could not resist. He drank from the hoof-prints of a Stag and the water changed into a brilliant golden Stag. He lifted his sister into a tree, where he made a nest and grew up in the wilds, with her Brother watching over her. He protected his sister, through all manner of encounters, even a gypsy who tried to replace her a a Prince's Wife.
When the Adversary came knocking on the doors of his homeland, he galloped to the Kingdom of his Sister, her Husband's Father still the king but in hi old age. Stubborn to with the thought that the Adversary could be halted at the foregrounds of his land, he pleaded and begged to take his Sister and Brother-in-Law to safety, the King obliged only in the fact he trusted the Stag, having always been a vigilant and trustworthy entity in the Kingdom. Eric, the Golden Stag, took from the castle with Sister and her Husband on back, and quickly mustered the power that made him be. He looked with now glowing eyes and followed a path that shimmered in the night, it led to a thick fog wall that blanketed the land, when they exited the otherside, he found himelf carrying his Sister and Brother-In-Law on his back, and his knee shaking as he gasped and released them, falling to his knees and grabbing at the dirt, realizing he was now in human form once more. They were now apart of the Mundane world.
Abilities: Eric can speak with animals, as well as his Golden eyes can see through glamour's and magics as he desires.(If the second is too much, I am willing to change it. I just think it fits the character, fitting to his Fable and story.)
Other:
(Anything you think I missed in the other spots and you want to add)
Well, I fixed it. Is it safe to post in the Characters tab now?
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