pugbutter
Timemaster
Vampiretwilight
Neziul
Name:
Kaipo
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 - Not Yet Chosen
- 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:
65
Past Life:
Norman Goodwin of Goodwin Logging Co.
Norman started his Logging company in the 70s. He was a hard man to please and required nothing less than absolute competence from his logging crew before he would put them in charge of a chainsaw. Goodwin was a sort of outdoors type and often went hunting in the same logging area. This suited him very well and the money was steady but there was something nagging at the back of his mind.
Many of his competitor logging companies would simply employ anyone who came to their door, a combination of immigrant workers and foolish young men. When they inevitably injured themselves the company would simply look the other way and send them packing. Not so with Normans' outfit. The number of accidents was far less than his competitors, and what this meant was fewer delays, soon his company was growing faster than the others because less delays meant more product.
However, it was one fateful journey while he was driving the long distance in one of his fleet of 4x4s down to the site that he heard a song on the radio. It was the usual hippy crap, but this one really struck him right between the eyes. "Why dont we plant new trees?" he asked himself. Soon he had expanded his company into logging AND planting. This was mostly unheard of at the time, but actually turned out to be quite a good move politically. Soon he had the odd reporter and local politician come around to gladhand. This caused his company to expand even further in his lifetime. A side benefit is that the trees they were planting would be fully grown soon and ready for even more harvest.
Normans life came to an end one day when he was driving long distance and was hit with a hail storm. This wasnt his first hail storm but it was the worst one he could remember. Trying to slow down he ended up spinning around and off the edge of a steep ravine.
All he could see was white snow in front of him until the inevitable 'thud' and immense pain in his hands and face. Strangely, though, the pain was replaced. Soon he found himself scurrying around logs, he knew he was some kind of insect and that he had to find shelter and food, he scurried as fast as he could but one day his luck ran out. Snatched up into the sky by something black and frightening his last sight was white sky.
And again, he went on like this. The next time he was a small squirrel. Collecting nuts and preparing for the winter. He survived for some time until another great bird took him.
And so on and so forth. Until he found himself in an altogether different place, standing in front of Jehanne. Then being born as a young Orc Runt!
Finally! A life to do all the things i never got to do!
New Life:
Day 1 -> Orc Runt
