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Name: Tyrant Sgrogbraogg Gaintbreaker Wallcrusher Mountaineater Drakedestroyer Gatecrasher Hoardmaster All-Maw the Large and Strong
Alias: Tyrant
Race: Ogre
Sex: Male
Class: Giant
Equipment:
Abilities:
Fighting Style: First of all, Sound Eater is either used at the start of the fight for surprise and fear from the sheer power of the weapon or used at the end for the final attack and the cherry on top of mutilated destruction. The rest? Tyrant simply does what he does best, run in and fuck the shit out of some people be it entire armies or a single combatant. He uses his size and strength at all times, swinging his weapon and firing out twin chain-linked bear traps to constantly keep their close to mid range opponents from thinking or planning without losing a limb or two if they pause once during the fight. The sheer destruction that one brings is quite awe-inspiring or ultimately terrifying as well depending on which side you're on. In general, Tyrant makes a strong start in battle and just increases his strength and his fighting spirit throughout the entire battle until his enemies and surroundings are splattered all over himself and his weapons. However, it is to be noted that besides Sound Eater, Tyrant carries no sort of perfected long range attacks making him succitible to heavy long range fire across his relativily unarmored body which relys completly on just his rock-hard skin.
Personality: Ruthlessness incarnate that constantly flamed by his overwhelming power. Tyrant is a boisterous leader of his tribe, looking for the next fight to tenderize and feast upon the supple flesh of his enemies. As for his position amongst his men, Tyrant simply can’t let himself lose a battle at any point, the moment an ogre smells weakness in their leader are soon to be eaten alive by their own men in trial by combat. All the while as Tyrant seems to be a giant brute that only cares about violence and food, which all in all represents the ogre race, but he is decently cunning as he is able to trick opponents with their preconceived notions of his base appearance and personality. With everything, Tyrant is a power hungry brute that will crush, peel, and eat anything that tries to get in his way with his sheer brute strength and cunning yet brutal mind.
Bio: Sgrogbraogg was born into the world as a meek little baby, merely 3 feet tall out of the womb and was most likely to die from either neglect or being eaten by other bigger children. Fight, eat, and survive. This basic mindset from the ogres have provided them a section of the world as their old homeland has been ravaged by the Great Maw, an unending hole of flesh and teeth that is rumored to end at the other side of the world! Well, anyway, Sgrogbraogg was born weak and was treated as such, the little ogre did have enough strength to survive the lethal roughhousing of others his age but not enough to be at the top of the vicious food chain. This lasted throughout the rest of his meek life, the nomadatic race moving from place to place pillaging, ransoming, and destroying villages and castles with Sgrogbraogg’s tribes one of the best at these monsterous actions. This meant that these ogres constantly battled against strong opponents, be it defending armies, attacking armies, or simply other tribes trying to absorb them in their own large nomad tribes. With all these battles meant more dead bodies to eat, from both sides, and used their tasty meat to grow stronger and bigger than other ogres!
Back to Sgrogbraogg, even though he was average size and girht of a normal ogre, he was still considered small to the rest of the greatly above average ogres. He was still bullied by others, weakness emitted from the poor Sgrogbraogg which meant everyone could smell the meat on his weak bones. Even still he managed to survive, but like all ogres he didn’t simply want to survive, he wants to be stronger than anyone else to boss around and lead for great feast after hard-fought battles! This was the way of the Ogre Kingdoms, and Sgrogbraogg’s current path would never let himself be at the top of his tribe until one fateful day at one of the Great Feast to the Great Maw.
The entire tribe was celebrating, raw meat, cooked meat, ogre meat, human meat, bones, horse meat, and any other meat across the land was being eaten at the feast in honor of the endless hunger of their God, the Great Maw. The past Tyrant was telling tales of his past victories and how the enemy tasted afterwards, Slaugtermasters were cooking up boiling meals of sorcery and meat for the entire tribe, and once again Sgrogbraogg was simply in the background of the giagantic monsters. He was black and blue ike usual, boiling up to the point that if he could would eat and murder his way to the top if given the chance, but no Ogre can just grow strong like that and no other ogre can grow strong if never put into an actual fight like in Sgrogbraogg’s case. Everything wasn’t coming up his way, this was until one of the Slaughtermasters left their cauldron unattended as they chased after overstuffed goblins that escaped from their cage. This left a tantalizng mixture of unstable magic which enticed the young ogre to try something new for his tastebuds. Shoving others away, gripping his hands on the flesh meltingly hot cauldron, he lifted the unstable sludge of magic, meat, and blood into his mouth as he chugged the entire mixture into his belly. Normally, this magical sludge created by Slaughtermasters are usually watered down with meats to the point where possibly exploding randomly wouldn’t happen, but with this chugging of this magic concoction it meant that most likely Sgrogbraogg would explode in a manner where only his blood would remain of his sad little life. However, it seemed the the winds of fate had something else for the aspiring ogre as in a horribly painful growth suddenly grew into one of the strongest ogres of his tribe! Everyone attending was flabbergasted at the sight of the tiny ogre managing to grow with an unstable meat mixture into a great and powerful ogre! “You!” Sgrogbraogg yelled at the leader of the tribe, “I challenge you for control over the tribe! To the Maw-Pit!” Silence continued, this was all until the screams of cheers of a maw-pit fight to end the Great Feast would be the perfect end of the night.
Sgrogbraogg challenged the past Tyrant, both moving into the fight of the death inside of the Maw-Pit. Ogres surrounded the caged arena, jeering and cheering at the combatants as only one leaves the arena with a stomach full of their opponent. It didn’t take long before the two giants clashed, meeting bare fist into each other as they tried to grapple, pin, and bite into the tough flesh and skin of their race. The current Tyrant was the leader for a reason, overpowering Sgrogbraogg in the beginning, but this newly acquired body was simply not only as strong as the Tyrant but stronger as the magical meat sludge made it superior to normally gained strength! Suddenly, Sgrogbraogg with his new strength broke the Tyrant’s defense, ripping off an arm cleanly with their teeth and the weakness was now being emanated from their leader. In a roar of strength, the Tyrant tried a last ditch attempt to bite off the head, but found it was reversed as the charging attack was tripped by Sgrogbraogg and the exposed back of the neck was ripped into pieces. So, as time passed, after the entire tribe watched Sgrogbraogg eatting the Tyrant, in a mouthful of guts screamed out to the tribe, “I AM TYRANT!”
Wish: Simple. The power to conquer the Old World.
Echo: The Maw-Pit, the start of all Tyrants. Dirt soaked blood cover the cracked and chipped stone floor, screams for murder deafen the ear drums, and the caged arena is meant for only one person to exit the age old tradition.
Appearance:
Frenzy: The Great Maw flows through Tyrant, the embodiment of his all-eating God takes over his body to a horrifying manner. Bottomless mouths dot across his body, pulsating unending tubes of darkness lined with sharp and jagged teeth mean for a horrifyingly painful end if ever sucked into its mouth. The main event is placed within his gut, remove the gut-plate, this reveals a giant unending mouth of teeth that swallows anything that nears it. With this horrifying appearance of his God, the Great Maw fills Tyrant with even greater strength and the ability to regenerate wounds at an incredible rate.
Inventory:
Alias: Tyrant
Race: Ogre
Sex: Male
Class: Giant
Equipment:
- Sound Eater - Constructed by the finest slaved empire engineers, forged by the finest armors of slain dwarf kings, and enchanted by dozens of the greatest Slaugtermasters. Sound Eater is not merely a weapon of mass destruction, it is built to be a weapon to change wars with its booming burst of cannon fire echoing across the land. This massive cannon fires out ridiculously large balls of iron that are generally meant to destroy several large buildings, crumble the greatest of armors, and even pierce through titans themselves if they were not extinct. However, it is still only a cannon making reload times extremely long making it a one shot item in most cases if fighting one-on-one fights.
- Giant Eater - A two-handed club, almost as big as the Tyrant himself, is his to-go weapon to slay any foe that dare stands before his path. Giant Eater is a club completely made of bone, but not any common bone, it is made from the bones of the long slain Skytitans that the ogres of past had slaughtered and feasted upon centuries ago. This material is nigh unbreakable, the sheer size and weight of the weapon makes its power a sight to behold as it crashes through the toughest of flesh and strongest of metals like if the world around it was sand.
- Beast Eaters - Twin gauntlets, these iron fists aren’t meant to protect his hands, but to merely add more mass to his punches with some added tricks. On each fist, there are ogre-sized bear traps that are meant for Mournfangs, beast that even scare ogres with its iron skin and tenacious spirit. Also, to boot, the chained Beast Eaters can be ejected violently out of the gauntlet to provide a constant threat of being clamped by these body mutilating contraptions.
Abilities:
- Ogre Physique: Being a 16-foot tall man-eating monster has its perks in combat. On the outside, it's deceptive blubber is unintentionally used as a shock absorber making blunt attacks mostly useless with their thick rock-hard skin. On in the inside under all that fat is pure muscle, this muscle is able to carry along hulking bodies and absurdly heavy equipment making a mere flick most likely fatal to an unarmored human.
- Bizarre Amount of Speed: Being these lumbering fat beast, most people assume that these Ogres are well… Slow and lumbering fat beast. However, their large structure allows them to take humongous strides allowing them to provide faster movement, and once they actually put some effort into their speed at max they can run almost as fast as horses but is heavily draining on the body if used at a constant rate.
Fighting Style: First of all, Sound Eater is either used at the start of the fight for surprise and fear from the sheer power of the weapon or used at the end for the final attack and the cherry on top of mutilated destruction. The rest? Tyrant simply does what he does best, run in and fuck the shit out of some people be it entire armies or a single combatant. He uses his size and strength at all times, swinging his weapon and firing out twin chain-linked bear traps to constantly keep their close to mid range opponents from thinking or planning without losing a limb or two if they pause once during the fight. The sheer destruction that one brings is quite awe-inspiring or ultimately terrifying as well depending on which side you're on. In general, Tyrant makes a strong start in battle and just increases his strength and his fighting spirit throughout the entire battle until his enemies and surroundings are splattered all over himself and his weapons. However, it is to be noted that besides Sound Eater, Tyrant carries no sort of perfected long range attacks making him succitible to heavy long range fire across his relativily unarmored body which relys completly on just his rock-hard skin.
Personality: Ruthlessness incarnate that constantly flamed by his overwhelming power. Tyrant is a boisterous leader of his tribe, looking for the next fight to tenderize and feast upon the supple flesh of his enemies. As for his position amongst his men, Tyrant simply can’t let himself lose a battle at any point, the moment an ogre smells weakness in their leader are soon to be eaten alive by their own men in trial by combat. All the while as Tyrant seems to be a giant brute that only cares about violence and food, which all in all represents the ogre race, but he is decently cunning as he is able to trick opponents with their preconceived notions of his base appearance and personality. With everything, Tyrant is a power hungry brute that will crush, peel, and eat anything that tries to get in his way with his sheer brute strength and cunning yet brutal mind.
Bio: Sgrogbraogg was born into the world as a meek little baby, merely 3 feet tall out of the womb and was most likely to die from either neglect or being eaten by other bigger children. Fight, eat, and survive. This basic mindset from the ogres have provided them a section of the world as their old homeland has been ravaged by the Great Maw, an unending hole of flesh and teeth that is rumored to end at the other side of the world! Well, anyway, Sgrogbraogg was born weak and was treated as such, the little ogre did have enough strength to survive the lethal roughhousing of others his age but not enough to be at the top of the vicious food chain. This lasted throughout the rest of his meek life, the nomadatic race moving from place to place pillaging, ransoming, and destroying villages and castles with Sgrogbraogg’s tribes one of the best at these monsterous actions. This meant that these ogres constantly battled against strong opponents, be it defending armies, attacking armies, or simply other tribes trying to absorb them in their own large nomad tribes. With all these battles meant more dead bodies to eat, from both sides, and used their tasty meat to grow stronger and bigger than other ogres!
Back to Sgrogbraogg, even though he was average size and girht of a normal ogre, he was still considered small to the rest of the greatly above average ogres. He was still bullied by others, weakness emitted from the poor Sgrogbraogg which meant everyone could smell the meat on his weak bones. Even still he managed to survive, but like all ogres he didn’t simply want to survive, he wants to be stronger than anyone else to boss around and lead for great feast after hard-fought battles! This was the way of the Ogre Kingdoms, and Sgrogbraogg’s current path would never let himself be at the top of his tribe until one fateful day at one of the Great Feast to the Great Maw.
The entire tribe was celebrating, raw meat, cooked meat, ogre meat, human meat, bones, horse meat, and any other meat across the land was being eaten at the feast in honor of the endless hunger of their God, the Great Maw. The past Tyrant was telling tales of his past victories and how the enemy tasted afterwards, Slaugtermasters were cooking up boiling meals of sorcery and meat for the entire tribe, and once again Sgrogbraogg was simply in the background of the giagantic monsters. He was black and blue ike usual, boiling up to the point that if he could would eat and murder his way to the top if given the chance, but no Ogre can just grow strong like that and no other ogre can grow strong if never put into an actual fight like in Sgrogbraogg’s case. Everything wasn’t coming up his way, this was until one of the Slaughtermasters left their cauldron unattended as they chased after overstuffed goblins that escaped from their cage. This left a tantalizng mixture of unstable magic which enticed the young ogre to try something new for his tastebuds. Shoving others away, gripping his hands on the flesh meltingly hot cauldron, he lifted the unstable sludge of magic, meat, and blood into his mouth as he chugged the entire mixture into his belly. Normally, this magical sludge created by Slaughtermasters are usually watered down with meats to the point where possibly exploding randomly wouldn’t happen, but with this chugging of this magic concoction it meant that most likely Sgrogbraogg would explode in a manner where only his blood would remain of his sad little life. However, it seemed the the winds of fate had something else for the aspiring ogre as in a horribly painful growth suddenly grew into one of the strongest ogres of his tribe! Everyone attending was flabbergasted at the sight of the tiny ogre managing to grow with an unstable meat mixture into a great and powerful ogre! “You!” Sgrogbraogg yelled at the leader of the tribe, “I challenge you for control over the tribe! To the Maw-Pit!” Silence continued, this was all until the screams of cheers of a maw-pit fight to end the Great Feast would be the perfect end of the night.
Sgrogbraogg challenged the past Tyrant, both moving into the fight of the death inside of the Maw-Pit. Ogres surrounded the caged arena, jeering and cheering at the combatants as only one leaves the arena with a stomach full of their opponent. It didn’t take long before the two giants clashed, meeting bare fist into each other as they tried to grapple, pin, and bite into the tough flesh and skin of their race. The current Tyrant was the leader for a reason, overpowering Sgrogbraogg in the beginning, but this newly acquired body was simply not only as strong as the Tyrant but stronger as the magical meat sludge made it superior to normally gained strength! Suddenly, Sgrogbraogg with his new strength broke the Tyrant’s defense, ripping off an arm cleanly with their teeth and the weakness was now being emanated from their leader. In a roar of strength, the Tyrant tried a last ditch attempt to bite off the head, but found it was reversed as the charging attack was tripped by Sgrogbraogg and the exposed back of the neck was ripped into pieces. So, as time passed, after the entire tribe watched Sgrogbraogg eatting the Tyrant, in a mouthful of guts screamed out to the tribe, “I AM TYRANT!”
Wish: Simple. The power to conquer the Old World.
Echo: The Maw-Pit, the start of all Tyrants. Dirt soaked blood cover the cracked and chipped stone floor, screams for murder deafen the ear drums, and the caged arena is meant for only one person to exit the age old tradition.
Appearance:
Frenzy: The Great Maw flows through Tyrant, the embodiment of his all-eating God takes over his body to a horrifying manner. Bottomless mouths dot across his body, pulsating unending tubes of darkness lined with sharp and jagged teeth mean for a horrifyingly painful end if ever sucked into its mouth. The main event is placed within his gut, remove the gut-plate, this reveals a giant unending mouth of teeth that swallows anything that nears it. With this horrifying appearance of his God, the Great Maw fills Tyrant with even greater strength and the ability to regenerate wounds at an incredible rate.
Inventory:
- Phylactery
