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Forum: Nation Interest Checks
YES YES YES YES YES YES Oh my yes, I love battletech,my dad taught me so much about it and it's history!
yes it is still open
okay that's fine uruk, and worm yours is accepted. I'll make a 2nd character soon and start the first post in the IC within the week.
Yeah, that's fine I'll be making another character as well.
Yes that is fine.
Okay Uruk! Okay and Wormgod, wow we going deep into universes, did not expect a KND one but cool, only 2 things, Telekinesis and multiplying yourself need to be taken down it just seems a bit more than necessary, unless there is going to be drawbacks to them. Otherwise it just seems a bit much, but other than that your fine and accepted
So I see this closed, when you open it again I would like to join in on this if that is okay.
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Name: Captain Amaron Millvane
Race: Wood Elf/Lycan
Age (estimated if needed): 102
Appearance
Stands about 6 foot 3 and 223 pounds
Wolf form.
on all 4s he is about 6 foot while standing on his hind legs he is about 6 foot 10, coming in at about 250 pounds
Personality: calm, stern, straightforward, Objective driven, loyal.
Alignment: (Were you good, bad, USA, Russia, before you came to Exterra): Fought on the side of Exterra, as a captain.
Universe:Exterra
Powers?: He can shift into a wolf form. In Wolf form he has regeneration powers.
Magic: (What type, what can you do?): Basic Healing magic, able to call on trees and other plant and wildlife to help him.
Specialties: Archery, dual wield swords, tracking, poisons, and traps.
Special weapons?: Poison arrows he holds in certain small quivers on his clothing.
Strengths: Sneaking,
Marksman,
strength when in wolf form,
battle tactics,
observation,
Leadership
Tracking
Poison Making
if needed Assassination
Weaknesses:
Hard headed
Very Arrogant
so driven that he will do anything to get to the goal, no matter who he hurts.
Out of wolf form he is not very strong
Cares little for others
little patience
While in Wolf form, if emotional enough can lose all sense of who he is and attack anyone.
Bio: Amaron was a wood elf that had been ostracized from his clan. When he was bitten by a lycan they automatically saw him as a beast and as a child threw him into a cave. Left him to fend for himself. he struggled to survive especially with the uncontrollable lycanthropy that seemed to change him whenever he left his emotions unchecked. He was starving after a day of once again unsuccessful hunting. He laid in the cave waiting to die, when a man in a cloak that made him almost look like he blended in with he surroundings appeared. To weak to struggle, and to tired to transform he was lifted off the ground and was taken away. The man had a bow on his back and his beard was grey, the man had a very serious look on his face and he hardly budged in emotion. His eyes, green but cold and deadly. Amaron figured this was it, this man would kill him, so he laid his head back and fell asleep, waiting for the death that was bound to come.
He would wake up to the smell of food as he was in a small wood home, the man who had taken him was making him soup as he dropped a bowl of food in front of him. Eat. he said. Amaron gladly ate, he wanted more, he walked over to the table that the man had been sitting at. He didn't know where he was now but he wanted more, so he reached for the other bowl of food. That is when an arrow flew and drilled itself right in front of Amaron's hand. Amaron looked to his right in fear as the man who had taken him was in the other room with his bow drawn. "You eat to much and you'll kill yourself go lay down!" he said. Amaron did as he was told, he didn't know who this man was but obviously he had good intentions for Amaron.
The years passed and The old man trained Amaron, Amaron learned to call him father, or master. The old man preferred master but after years of complaining he finally gave in and allowed Amaron to call him father. The man trained Amaron to use a bow, and fight with two short swords as well as poisons. But most of all he trained him to control his Lycan side. He taught Amaron everything he knew, and finally gave Amaron his own gear. The training there only got more difficult. Amaron realized that after the years of training he was now expecting perfection, in his shots, in his tracking, and in everything else. The training he had received from his old clan had already become a thing of the past compared to what he was going through. Every couple of weeks though the old man would disappear and tell Amaron he had to fend for himself. Amaron saw it as a test and constantly passed the test. Even when the old man was gone for a month.
He had gotten perfection, Amaron was perfect it seemed everything he did, still not as good as the Old Man but Amaron never seemed to fail. That is when knights showed up at the cottage, Amaron was ready for a fight, until the old man told him that it was okay, and brought Amaron his horse They were to ride with these men, they rode to the capita city and up to the castle. Amaron met the king that day and was accepted as a warrior in his army.
It wasn't long however until his father was soon killed. The old man had made many enemies, so when they all came in the dead of knight while Amaron was away, he old man was simply out numbered. Although outnumbered he managed to kill half of the intruders before they finally killed him. He died with a calm and relaxed face. One of the intruders were alive when Amaron returned, he told Amaron where they were camped, and that the old man said nothing, only spoke quietly when he said. "Beware of wolves."
Amaron's rage exploded as he fought back the wolf.
His first mission, was to get revenge and revenge he got, as he slaughtered all of the men responsible for his fathers death. In his wolf form he was nearly unstoppable.
As a warrior he fought hard and won, and quickly moved up the ranks to captain, where he then led the western charge against an evil sorcerer. Hell had broken loose, and he now was back at the wooden cottage waiting for orders from the King.
Name: Captain Amaron Millvane
Race: Wood Elf/Lycan
Age (estimated if needed): 102
Appearance
Stands about 6 foot 3 and 223 pounds
Wolf form.
on all 4s he is about 6 foot while standing on his hind legs he is about 6 foot 10, coming in at about 250 pounds
Personality: calm, stern, straightforward, Objective driven, loyal.
Alignment: (Were you good, bad, USA, Russia, before you came to Exterra): Fought on the side of Exterra, as a captain.
Universe:Exterra
Powers?: He can shift into a wolf form. In Wolf form he has regeneration powers.
Magic: (What type, what can you do?): Basic Healing magic, able to call on trees and other plant and wildlife to help him.
Specialties: Archery, dual wield swords, tracking, poisons, and traps.
Special weapons?: Poison arrows he holds in certain small quivers on his clothing.
Strengths: Sneaking,
Marksman,
strength when in wolf form,
battle tactics,
observation,
Leadership
Tracking
Poison Making
if needed Assassination
Weaknesses:
Hard headed
Very Arrogant
so driven that he will do anything to get to the goal, no matter who he hurts.
Out of wolf form he is not very strong
Cares little for others
little patience
While in Wolf form, if emotional enough can lose all sense of who he is and attack anyone.
Bio: Amaron was a wood elf that had been ostracized from his clan. When he was bitten by a lycan they automatically saw him as a beast and as a child threw him into a cave. Left him to fend for himself. he struggled to survive especially with the uncontrollable lycanthropy that seemed to change him whenever he left his emotions unchecked. He was starving after a day of once again unsuccessful hunting. He laid in the cave waiting to die, when a man in a cloak that made him almost look like he blended in with he surroundings appeared. To weak to struggle, and to tired to transform he was lifted off the ground and was taken away. The man had a bow on his back and his beard was grey, the man had a very serious look on his face and he hardly budged in emotion. His eyes, green but cold and deadly. Amaron figured this was it, this man would kill him, so he laid his head back and fell asleep, waiting for the death that was bound to come.
He would wake up to the smell of food as he was in a small wood home, the man who had taken him was making him soup as he dropped a bowl of food in front of him. Eat. he said. Amaron gladly ate, he wanted more, he walked over to the table that the man had been sitting at. He didn't know where he was now but he wanted more, so he reached for the other bowl of food. That is when an arrow flew and drilled itself right in front of Amaron's hand. Amaron looked to his right in fear as the man who had taken him was in the other room with his bow drawn. "You eat to much and you'll kill yourself go lay down!" he said. Amaron did as he was told, he didn't know who this man was but obviously he had good intentions for Amaron.
The years passed and The old man trained Amaron, Amaron learned to call him father, or master. The old man preferred master but after years of complaining he finally gave in and allowed Amaron to call him father. The man trained Amaron to use a bow, and fight with two short swords as well as poisons. But most of all he trained him to control his Lycan side. He taught Amaron everything he knew, and finally gave Amaron his own gear. The training there only got more difficult. Amaron realized that after the years of training he was now expecting perfection, in his shots, in his tracking, and in everything else. The training he had received from his old clan had already become a thing of the past compared to what he was going through. Every couple of weeks though the old man would disappear and tell Amaron he had to fend for himself. Amaron saw it as a test and constantly passed the test. Even when the old man was gone for a month.
He had gotten perfection, Amaron was perfect it seemed everything he did, still not as good as the Old Man but Amaron never seemed to fail. That is when knights showed up at the cottage, Amaron was ready for a fight, until the old man told him that it was okay, and brought Amaron his horse They were to ride with these men, they rode to the capita city and up to the castle. Amaron met the king that day and was accepted as a warrior in his army.
It wasn't long however until his father was soon killed. The old man had made many enemies, so when they all came in the dead of knight while Amaron was away, he old man was simply out numbered. Although outnumbered he managed to kill half of the intruders before they finally killed him. He died with a calm and relaxed face. One of the intruders were alive when Amaron returned, he told Amaron where they were camped, and that the old man said nothing, only spoke quietly when he said. "Beware of wolves."
Amaron's rage exploded as he fought back the wolf.
His first mission, was to get revenge and revenge he got, as he slaughtered all of the men responsible for his fathers death. In his wolf form he was nearly unstoppable.
As a warrior he fought hard and won, and quickly moved up the ranks to captain, where he then led the western charge against an evil sorcerer. Hell had broken loose, and he now was back at the wooden cottage waiting for orders from the King.
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