ReusableSword

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

This looks fun. If at all possible I would like to reserve a spot for the god of blood and the hunt.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

I just upload mine to this site, cant resize them though.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

Nkosi Naswaru

- Name: Nkosi Naswaru

Portrait

- birthdate > 5/23/3172
- height > 6'3"
- weight > 215 Lbs.
- eye color > Green
- hair color > Black
- skin color > Tan/Light Brown
- Blurb: Hailing from the Waru Forests, a secluded temperate rain forest surrounded by tall mountains. The Waru tribe that calls the forest home is small, secluded, and secretive. With only a few hundred thousand members spread out in enclaves throughout the large forest. Their technology level isn't all that high, they focus more on the natural way of things and worship a being they call the mother. Not to be confused with the immortal, she is viewed as the mothers herald.

However, this is not about the Waru Tribe. This is about one of their eager more adventurous and strong members. A hunter named Nkosi Naswaru. The young man has always been outgoing, seeking to better understand and use their connection to the mother. He travels now, further than he has ever been before. To seek out the source of mana that calls to him and strengthen his connection with the mother.

Sword's book of faces

Some Weird Faraway Land

Nkosi Naswaru

- Name: Nkosi Naswaru

Portrait

- birthdate > 5/23/3172
- height > 6'3"
- weight > 215 Lbs.
- eye color > Green
- hair color > Black
- skin color > Tan/Light Brown
- Blurb: Hailing from the Waru Forests, a secluded temperate rain forest surrounded by tall mountains. The Waru tribe that calls the forest home is small, secluded, and secretive. With only a few hundred thousand members spread out in enclaves throughout the large forest. Their technology level isn't all that high, they focus more on the natural way of things and worship a being they call the mother. Not to be confused with the immortal, she is viewed as the mothers herald.

However, this is not about the Waru Tribe. This is about one of their eager more adventurous and strong members. A hunter named Nkosi Naswaru. The young man has always been outgoing, seeking to better understand and use their connection to the mother. He travels now, further than he has ever been before. To seek out the source of mana that calls to him and strengthen his connection with the mother.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer still room for a straggler?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

that sucks... I too hope that everything turns out well.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

so how is everyone? hopefully none of you are threatened by that hurricane.

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: First Year

Asim

Squishy


"Stop for a moment and remember to breath."

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CMH Personnel File

Name

Asim Stanley Bitar

Birthday & Age

November 16th, 32 years old
Portland, Oregon

Gender & Sexual Orientation

Male / Hetero

Other Labels

Army Combat life saver, Arabic, Asatru, Traumatic Brain Injury, Night Terrors.
Slave Driver > Hard Ass > Veteran > Caretaker > Heathen

Occupation

Paramedic Operations Manager for ground and air ambulances. Part time Physical Therapist.

Appearance

Standing 6’5 and being a little over 220 lbs. with broad shoulders and an athletic body, Asim can be a bit intimidating. Normally keeping his thick black hair shaven leaving only his short beard. He has a darker skin tone matching his Arabic ethnicity but speaks without an accent in a rather deep tone of voice. He has many small and large tattoos across his back, chest and arms mostly related to his time served in the army. Scars also litter his fore arms, mostly small scratches and cuts. However, he does have a rather large burn scar across his right side that climbs toward his right pectoral.

Normally one can find him wearing nice dark business suits with a comfortable white shirt and red tie. Occasionally slipping on scrubs or workout clothes when working with the physical therapy department. Outside of work he wears whatever is comfortable, mostly slacks or shorts with a loose fitting t-shirt or tank top.

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" The deepest waters won't take me, The highest fall it won't break me, The blood & sweat is what made me."

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CMH Psychological Evaluation

Personality

The Positive:

• Composed
• Dependable
• Perceptive
• Someone you can open up too.

The Negative:

• Stubborn
• Blunt
• Harsh
• Reserved

Evaluation Observations:
First impression is that this man is stern and intimidating. Through size, position, and the way he carries himself up and down the halls. That combined with the fact that he has what some have said is a resting bitch face or a near permanent scowl. That’s until you get him to smile with an off color or morbid joke. Normally keeping to himself and helping out when his management job is slow or his assistant manager has everything under control. Even with his stature he still tries to be open and welcoming, Asim just isn’t all that great at it. It doesn’t help that he’s often seen telling other people to get back to work when they are slacking.

Actual Personality:
Aside from his intimidating military honed first impressions he’s actually quite caring towards others. Sure he pushes his people to nearly no end, but he just wants to see them grow. One can often find him comforting or talking to overwhelmed nurses or doctors trying to help them through a breakdown. He knows that this work is stressful even if he makes dealing with all the stress easy. Asim will always try to be the support structure for his fellow employees. Like a good officer, he cares about his people.

As for his friends? Well, he doesn’t have too many friends outside of work. No significant other or relatives in the area either. Outside of work, unless invited somewhere, he spends his time exercising, working in his yard, or helping his older neighbors with theirs. Occasionally when his night terrors get the best of him or his anxiety and depression start to kick in, he locks himself away to read poetry or cook.

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"There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and pulling people up." - John Holmes

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Off the Record

My Dreams

His goals are few and simple. One would be to live out the rest of his life in peace, to only fight when protecting himself or a third party. Another goal is to simply help where he can and bring a little joy into this dark world. He wouldn’t mind finding someone to call his own, the best friend he could open up too and spill his secrets. A woman that could sing to his angels and calm his demons. After all, he doesn’t want to be alone forever.

Fears

• Being alone forever.
• Being helpless.

Likes

+ Hot food
+ Cold nights
+ Fall and winter
+ Whiskey
+ Good company
+ Hard working coworkers
+ Slow work days

Dislikes

- Cold food
- Lazy people
- Caffeinated drinks
- Downtime
- Nightmares
- Rude/overly obnoxious people
- Crowds

Reputation

His reputation is one of diligence and hard work for both himself and the people he supervises. Even if others think he’s a dick he knows he has a job to do and the responsibilities that come with it.

Extra information
Face Claim - Hamzah Saman

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

Poking the bear again >>>> Time to fight /// day 8 // Evening / Location - J11

Thumping and roaring sounds of the large goblin was right behind him. At times, he wasn’t sure if the pounding was from his heart beat or Rattleskull right behind him. The cave boss was constantly just out of reach, a distance Ardur tried to maintain. Go too fast and he losses interest, go too slow and you die. It was definitely a hard thing to manage when you’re also going through an adrenaline rush.

Still, the beast followed. Step by step Ardur dragged him toward the bonfire. Staying tantalizingly close yet just out of reach and mockingly laughing at him as he flew. Then suddenly they were there and as Rattle skull stepped just past one of the nearby pillars his foot was caught in a spike trap of some kind. The sudden spurt of blood made the overgrown goblin stop in his tracks. Ardur could tell that the gears in the goblins mind where moving and realizing what had happened.

Ardur however, didn’t stop. He kept flying to the other pillar before stopping to catch his breath, and he smiled. “Incoming!” he called out to the others that where there. He knows they didn’t plan on dragging him here, but he would be easier to take out by himself. Ardur could only hope that the others were in a position to attack.

After his short pause, Ardur continued to fly up towards the pillar and his stash of stones. The pixie wasted little time, and he knew that they didn’t have a lot of time before the rest of them will be on them. Grabbing a large rock the pixie fluttered through the air and back towards Rattle skull. Assuming the large goblin was still there Ardur would attempt to drop the rock on him and then assist his friends with heals and support.

@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: 3/4
Stamina: 3/4

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

Kills for current level: 1x Dire Rat, 1x Huge Slime,

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

Waiting to pounce >>>> Rescue Operation /// Day 5 // Evening

Claws dug in deep. One hand clasped around its throat preventing any attempt at a scream as the life was literally drained from the poor troll. The other trolls looked on as their brother slowly faded away to nothing more than skin and bones. The other trolls were only aware of the assailant after the troll fell to its side. A pale hobgoblin, latched onto their friend like a leach or a parasite.

Gird stood after feasting from his meal. The troll wasn’t quite dead yet, it was more of a husk a shell of its former self. Bending down ever so deliberately closer and closer to the trolls face and its hollow dead eyes. This show, this sadistic side of him wasn’t to try to scare what was ever left of this troll. No, this troll was already gone and would die soon. He could see its power fading by the moment. This show was for the other trolls. To strike them with fear.

Stopping for only a moment the hobgoblin smiled then quickly he bit down hard onto the trolls neck with savagery and fury he has rarely shown to even his fellow goblins. Gird brought the chunk of flesh up letting blood poor down his face and chest. The dyeing troll had a few more death throes to get out of the way before finally stopping for good. "For Duvelna." He spoke a simple prayer, looking at the trolls in front of him.

Looking at them he smiled only for a second that seemed like hours before running right at them. Dipping and dodging in between them, Gird moved quickly. Clawing at whichever of them got in his way. However, these trolls were not his intended target. They were just in his way. You see Gird didn’t seem all that eager to engage the alpha troll just yet. Instead, he made a mad dash for the captive goblin in an attempt to release him and hopefully gain one more attacker in this fight. Even if the goblin ran off, he would still be an excellent distraction.

@demonspade64
@Jangel13
@Kheliop
@Crusader Lord

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12

Inventory: 1x small skull,

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses: