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Izurich@Zeroth here you go
sure is nice to see some of the old faces out of the 30 or so characters that were here in the last one lol
sure is nice to see some of the old faces out of the 30 or so characters that were here in the last one lol
Appearance:
Agar has the normal light green skin of his clan with black hair naturally growing down the center of his head towards his neck giving him a natural mow hawk. His yellow eyes hold a sense of understanding that would be rare to see in younger orc’s with his left tusk only slightly more pronounced then his right. A bit leaner and taller than some of his peers but only slightly.
Name: Agar (Pronounced A-gar)
Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
Current Skills:
Equipment and Inventory:
True Age: 45
Past Life:
Agar was once known as Johnathan, a man from the great state and forests of Montana. Now his upbringing wasn’t much to be known about. A healthy relationship with his parents and brothers, growing up on a cattle ranch, and doing okay through high school. Nothing spectacular other than a few good games of football and enjoying his time hunting and fishing with his family.
After high school he joined up with the army infantry, eventually made it through ranger school and went on to serve two tours in Afghanistan leading a few squads of men and women. The time he served really got him a good understanding of leadership and the absolute worst that humanity could do and be. Some of those things never really leave you. After 5 years and luckily no serious combat injuries Johnathan was honorably discharged at the rank of Staff Sergeant.
Returning to his family home he quickly returned to the ranching life style. A ranch with equal amounts of valley and mountainside acreage at about 500 acers and 200 heads of cattle at any given time. The ranch always had work to be done. He himself found most of his time spent under the stars, repairing fence by horseback, and keeping the predator population in check. It is not an uncommon sight to find a large bear, pack of wolves, or some big cat harassing the heard. Never finding that he was afraid of them out in the forest by himself, close encounters sure but never afraid.
The beauty of the natural areas he always found himself in was not lost on him. Finding song sure did help to pass the time and fight his demons. Normally finding himself singing country or rock songs for his friends and family or just the cattle in the mountains. Solitude was no stranger to him and it wasn’t abnormal for him to go wander off into the forest for a week or two and come back fine. The army taught him discipline, his family taught him how to survive, and the forest taught him how to thrive.
One day while making a run into town with his pa to get some medicine for one of their dogs he met the local veterinarian. A cute blue eyed red head with a personality as hot as her red hair and a love for all animals. It wasn’t too long before they were dating then married. They built a house on the ranch and had a couple kids. If you were to ask him he would say he was a good dad and tried his best every day to be a good man, always there to help if you called.
One early winter morning he was coming back from taking his boys to school. There was a storm coming in and he was sure to make the point that a small storm wouldn’t stop them from going to school. Both of his boys were in high school with one planning to join the army after graduating. The storm came in on his way back home strong, with the already snow packed and icy roads it was dangerous but not something he wasn’t used to. The driver of the fully loaded 18 wheeler hauling steel beams did not have the experience that he did. In a moment of the thick snow fall and a patch of ice the big rig entered his lane. The last thing he remembered was the horn of the truck and then nothing.
New Life:
where in da hell am I?
Agar has the normal light green skin of his clan with black hair naturally growing down the center of his head towards his neck giving him a natural mow hawk. His yellow eyes hold a sense of understanding that would be rare to see in younger orc’s with his left tusk only slightly more pronounced then his right. A bit leaner and taller than some of his peers but only slightly.
Name: Agar (Pronounced A-gar)
Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
Current Skills:
- Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
- Isekai Skill - Field Scan - Rank I - Ingested Skill. Detect life signs around the user within 30 feet, and remain aware of them for 1 minute.
- Empty Skill Slot
- Empty Skill Slot
Equipment and Inventory:
- Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
- Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
- Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
True Age: 45
Past Life:
Agar was once known as Johnathan, a man from the great state and forests of Montana. Now his upbringing wasn’t much to be known about. A healthy relationship with his parents and brothers, growing up on a cattle ranch, and doing okay through high school. Nothing spectacular other than a few good games of football and enjoying his time hunting and fishing with his family.
After high school he joined up with the army infantry, eventually made it through ranger school and went on to serve two tours in Afghanistan leading a few squads of men and women. The time he served really got him a good understanding of leadership and the absolute worst that humanity could do and be. Some of those things never really leave you. After 5 years and luckily no serious combat injuries Johnathan was honorably discharged at the rank of Staff Sergeant.
Returning to his family home he quickly returned to the ranching life style. A ranch with equal amounts of valley and mountainside acreage at about 500 acers and 200 heads of cattle at any given time. The ranch always had work to be done. He himself found most of his time spent under the stars, repairing fence by horseback, and keeping the predator population in check. It is not an uncommon sight to find a large bear, pack of wolves, or some big cat harassing the heard. Never finding that he was afraid of them out in the forest by himself, close encounters sure but never afraid.
The beauty of the natural areas he always found himself in was not lost on him. Finding song sure did help to pass the time and fight his demons. Normally finding himself singing country or rock songs for his friends and family or just the cattle in the mountains. Solitude was no stranger to him and it wasn’t abnormal for him to go wander off into the forest for a week or two and come back fine. The army taught him discipline, his family taught him how to survive, and the forest taught him how to thrive.
One day while making a run into town with his pa to get some medicine for one of their dogs he met the local veterinarian. A cute blue eyed red head with a personality as hot as her red hair and a love for all animals. It wasn’t too long before they were dating then married. They built a house on the ranch and had a couple kids. If you were to ask him he would say he was a good dad and tried his best every day to be a good man, always there to help if you called.
One early winter morning he was coming back from taking his boys to school. There was a storm coming in and he was sure to make the point that a small storm wouldn’t stop them from going to school. Both of his boys were in high school with one planning to join the army after graduating. The storm came in on his way back home strong, with the already snow packed and icy roads it was dangerous but not something he wasn’t used to. The driver of the fully loaded 18 wheeler hauling steel beams did not have the experience that he did. In a moment of the thick snow fall and a patch of ice the big rig entered his lane. The last thing he remembered was the horn of the truck and then nothing.
New Life:
where in da hell am I?
