Character's name: Douglas Triggs Age Upon Entering This World (or Age At Death): 32 Age Now: 32 Year Arrived: 263 Number of Years Spent in This World: 48 (Assuming 311 is the current date) Race: Mostly Human, 1/32nd blood of a canine-like humanoid race, the Lobrak
Appearance:
Douglas looks every bit an average human. He has light skin that shows off his muscles in a tasteful manner, meaning he isn't a muscle-bound thug but more of someone who keeps in shape for battle. His hair is short and parted so more hair lays left of the part (when you are looking at him from behind, 'his' left). The golden-blond color of his hair makes him look noble at a glance when one sees his face as well. Gentle changes make this man's face look friendly, usually allowing him to calm someone down easily from a state of fear or panic. His eyes are two golden orbs, a rarity even on his plane, and seem to confer the same sense of calm as his facial features do. His nose is small, but not abnormally so, it more flows with his face with a gentle slope that doesn't cause it to point out or cave in at the base. His cheekbones, however, are set back and a little high on his face, an effect from the Lobrak blood in his veins that causes him to look a little like those ancestors. His jaw also has been affected by the blood and the normal bones that create it are set slightly higher in his jaw, giving a sort of 'snout' impression like a dog, but some say this also gives him the friendly quality in his face. Across his right cheek is a thin scar from previous fights, running from right below his nose to his cheekbone.
Gleaming steel the main component of his armor. The chest piece is made of glittering chain links that provide mobility and protection for this warrior. Down the center of the chest piece, and down the back, is a stiff plate of steel that is normally hidden behind the tabard of his order, the plate is there to protect most of his vital organs from attack. Both of his arms are coated with the same chain mail as his chest, and the time he's spent fighting in the armor makes the weight not affect his speed or reflexes as much as it would a novice fighter . Over his hands he wears chain mail gloves with a leather pad placed in the shape of a hand on the inside, designed to help maintain grip on a blade despite the gloves. His legs are also covered with the gleaming mail except for a few spots, near the base of his leg another steel plate is placed to protect the tendons of his foot and the calf muscle, along with his knee protected by a plate that is molded to the upper half of his leg. Upon his head he wears a thick steel helmet, preferring the hardened metal to protect him than the chain mail covering the rest of his body. A small modification to his armor has provided a few well protected 'weak' points that will break if his armor goes under enough internal stress, each weak point has fewer links than normal around it, but for protection has a small plate of steel which seems to 'flow' from the armor and over the spots. These 'weak points' can be seen all the way down the sides of his chest piece, down the back of his arms, and even down the back of his leggings. His shoes have a small 'latch' in the back of them that works the same way. This suit of armor easily equals Douglas's own weight but provides enough protection for him to be able to combat multiple lighter-armored foes. Usually he wears a brown leather backpack over a large leather-bound sword sheath on his back, the sword itself being too large to wield with only one hand.
Douglas's weapon goes by the name of 'Athanasius' , this blade is a finely crafted bastard sword (Hand and a half sword) that measures six feet in length, with a blade four inches thick down to the point. This finely crafted blade has a vein of gold down the middle of the blade on both sides, giving an elegance to the deadly weapon that is a shame to ignore, near the hilt of the blade five gems are placed on either side, representative of the five elements that bind the world together. An emerald for earth, a ruby for fire, topaz for wind, a sapphire for water, and a brilliantly prismatic diamond for spirit. The guard is a sturdy piece crafted out of curved steel, which can easily be used to lock a foe's blade for the sake of disarming them, or even breaking the blade if the opponent is strong enough. The sword's hilt is bound in a thick durable leather that creates an ideal grip for fighting, the only way this sword will touch the dirt is if it is pulled from Douglas's cold, dead fingers.
When the day is over with, and the battle won. Douglas typically strips his armor to his more casual outfit, what he wears underneath the armor to prevent the nasty pinch chain mail constantly causes. This includes a white shirt made out of cotton, one of the more expensive clothing materials of his age, with sleeves long enough to protect his arms from the chain mail. He also wears a pair of gray trousers made of wool, and while they may be itchy he doesn't seem to mind them in the least. On his feet he wears a pair of hardened leather boots, but these he keeps in his backpack as his armored boots don't exactly slip over them, only when he has to walk somewhere without being geared up for battle do they get worn.
A trait inherited from the Lobrak, Douglas has the potential to 'change' when he grows extremely angry. As well as at times that he is injured severely he has no control over if he changes or not, as his body naturally responds to keep him alive. When he does 'change' his facial features become more canine, more feral. His nose and jaw grow momentarily grow closer together and extend out of his face, giving the appearance of his Lobrak ancestors. His ears grow slightly longer, and slide back and up on his head. His body lowers a few inches to the ground, the bones in his legs leading to a canine build so he may run on all fours, his muscles also seem to double in mass, usually causing his armor to burst off at the weak points he had specifically created for it. For this reason alone, the fact he loses his armor, he greatly dislikes undergoing the change.
Personality:
Douglas is a friendly sort, he’s the type of man who will extend a helping hand to anyone, no matter his or her age, sex, or beliefs. He seems to always have a smile on his face when he’s around people he knows, or people who know him, having fun without any restriction on location.
Anger is something that Douglas seems unable to live without, injustice is the easiest thing to make him mad, but taunts and prods of his abilities are another way to get him mad. This trait was unfortunately the cause of Douglas’s premature demise…
Justice is an idea Douglas believes is universal, and he works to make it so. No matter what he works towards this goal, even if it means breaking the region’s very founding laws. He is not above starting a fight over something ‘petty’ just because he believes it is wrong, this makes some feel he is a fool, trying to make the world a better place even if it causes him personal danger.
Douglas is also a firm believer in the fact that everyone deserves a second chance. Even if someone did a heinous crime, such as murder, he believes if they truly learned their lesson it would be better for them to live their life in hopes of repenting than being killed on the spot and turning the earth red with even more blood.
Brave is a word that fits Douglas to a tee, some think he is more fool than brave, willing to rush into a battle with the odds severely stacked against him. He is one to live life without regrets, and if he was a coward his entire life would be nothing but one big regret, one failure after another.
Loyalty, something commonly found in the Lobrak he is descended from(Their entire culture based on a pack mentality where everyone works to feed and care for everyone else). Douglas maintains a sense of brotherhood with his friends, being open with his beliefs and thoughts among those he trusts enough to call friend and helping them much as a Lobrak would help their pack. He is willing to die to save a friend and each and every one of them knows this. A sense of honor comes with his friendship, but they find it hard to place with just words.
Also from his Lobrak ancestors comes a strong sense of Pride and Honor. Douglas would rather die in battle than run away, just as any Lobrak would, and has to be forced to retreat one way or another. There are few things that will compromise Douglas’ Pride or his Honor, only if it’s absolutely necessary will he forgo these values.
Biography:
Douglas is the result of five generations of Lobrak and Human inter-breeding, something that is in itself rare as very few Lobrak and Humans are even able to make a successful infant, much less one that lives past the early years of birth into adolescence. He was raised learning all he could learn of both cultures, being taught by his Gel’rok(the Lobrak word for grandparents, ‘Gelor’ is the word for grandfather and ‘Gelkon’ is the word for grandmother) of how Lobrak grow and how they interact as Kalton (children). When Douglas was only eight his Gelor took him out on his first hunt, meant to toughen the mind and body of a young Lobrak as he grows to support the Tendo’ak(Pack), even though Douglas would live in Human society, it was felt that the values of the Lobrak were higher than humans and that Douglas should be taught them so as to be a better person.
By the age of twelve Douglas was ready for what all Kaltek (pre-teens) had to do. He was to go out into the wilds, on his own, and survive for a month off of the land. This is a right of passage(called Telne’ak) that Lobrak must undergo before their thirteenth birthday in order to be accepted as productive members of the pack, those who fail starve to death and are never spoken of again. His mother was completely against this, she didn’t want her child to die! But his father managed to sway her, he promised he would keep a close eye on their child and make sure to bring him back should he fail… on this one condition Douglas was allowed to go on Telne’ak. At first Douglas’s father didn’t think the boy was up to it, he didn’t have the natural fangs and claws that a normal Kaltek would have at this point in time. But his father was surprised, apparently the boy’s Gelor had the foresight to give the boy a short sword, a weapon the boy showed a natural talent using, and it was by this weapon alone that he managed to live. When a predator attacked Douglas, he fought back, when hunger bit he hunted, and when the sky poured water upon his head, he built a small shelter out of whatever he could find in the forest. He had every bit the instinct of a Lobrak in a human shell…
From the day he came back successful from his Telne’ak Douglas’s life seemed to fly by. He spent time with his mother and father in human settlements during the summer months, working hard at his studies in school, his training with the sword that had saved him, and even sometimes he worked at a local blacksmith as an apprentice(despite the fact he had no interest in the art and only did it to temper his body and his mind). In the colder months of winter he spent his days as a full member of his Gelor’s Tendo’ak, wearing an outfit consisting of animal hides to keep him warm. He went on hunts like any other member and gained the respect even of those who thought he was just another human. This exchange of both worlds continued until Douglas reached maturity at age eighteen, it was then his decision to join a local order of paladins as an apprentice and teach humans some of the values of Lobrak society. It was a sad day that he announced this to his Tendo’ak, but they thought his goals were noble and let the Nultek(Matured pack member, particularly male. Females are ‘Reltek’) go.
Douglas quickly progressed in the ranks of the paladin order, becoming a journeyman at the age of 19, and a full paladin at the age of 22. It was on that day that he was handed the sword, Athanasius, a beautifully crafted sword passed down by the paladins of that order. Countless paladins had used that blade for battle and countless more would use it after Douglas’s demise. From that day forth Douglas was sent out in groups of other paladins, maintaining law and defeating evil wherever it may rise up. The two paladins he was usually paired with, the beautiful Alcia and the powerful Kevon, were like brother and sister to him. The three of them seemed to fight as one, able to hold off forces of foes numbering in the thirties together. Everything was perfect, but as it is true with all things, it had to end somewhere… At the age of 31 Douglas was given a wound that would have been fatal to any human, but he managed to survive long enough for his two friends to get him aid. Unfortunately the wound was severe enough to cost him three months of healing. In that time his partners were paired up with a new recruit and… Unfortunately, lost their lives defending a nearby town from a horde of goblins…
Enraged by this turn of events, Douglas left with his armor and sword without a word. He left to kill every single goblin in that horde and scatter their leader’s parts to the four corners of the earth… When it was found he was gone, the elders of the order knew immediately where he had gone and immediately sent three groups of paladins to bring him back alive… It was on that day, his thirty second birthday, that he was brought back to the hall on the backs of six paladins in a coffin. He had been found dead in the middle of the encampment, no less than two hundred goblin corpses around him as his last accomplishment in life. He was buried a hero, the man who had destroyed the southern goblin hordes, the ones who were responsible for the deaths of more than six hundred men, women, and children…
Powers, if any:
Douglas was taught how to manipulate holy energy(energy of the soul in his world, also where one can get dark energy from(they believe the soul is made of a balance of Hold and Dark energy, as humans have the potential for both good and evil)) it’s primary use in creating barriers and to seal up wounds. While this seems powerful, it has the effect of making the user tired… so if one utilizes the effect too much it will be just as bad, or worse than not using it at all.
Weapons, if any: Athanasius, a bastard sword handed down through the paladin order.
Additional information: -Information on the Lobrak-
Lobrak culture revolves around a pack mentality, everyone must pull their own weight and those who don’t are typically left behind to fend for themselves. From an early age Kalton are taught what it means to be a Nultek(or Reltek in the case of a female) and the skills needed to survive. At the age of twelve Kaltek are prepared for Telne’ak, a right of passage where the Kaltek must survive on their own for a full month despite their sex. In this time the Kaltek learns many important life lessons. One of which is to know what their Tendo’ak will do for them, providing them food and protection which is hard to accomplish on their own. They also learn to harness their instincts and something they call the ‘Rea’tok’, a powerful berserker state in which they become significantly stronger, faster, and perceptive. Those few Kaltek that fail to gain this ability but survive the test are exiled for five years. After those five years if they can prove themselves they are allowed back into the pack.
Once a Kaltek succeeds in Telne’ak and have reached the age of thirteen they are dubbed Kalnetek, young hunter, and begin to act as a normal member of the pack, just as any of the others. They go on hunts with Nultek and Reltek to learn all the skills needed to survive in the wilds and eventually mature into a Nultek or Reltek, the hunters and protectors of the Tendo’ak. Upon reaching the age of twenty-two a Nultek becomes a Nul’matek (a Reltek would become a Rel’mutek), this title simply means that they have reached the age where they can Tena’don, or marry.
-Definitions on Lobrak words- Gel’rok: The term used for Grandparents Gelor: A male Lobrak who has a Geldor, or grandchild Gelkon: A female Lobrak who has a Geldor, or grandchild Geldor: A general term used to mean grandchild Kaltek: A twelve year old Lobrak, a pre-teen Kalton: A young Lobrak, from the ages of three to eleven. Nul’matek: A male Lobrak of age 22 or greater, allowed to undergo Tena’don. Nultek: A Lobrak who is over eighteen years old, a male. Nul’ek: A male Lobrak who has undergone Tena’don or who is undergoing Tena’don. Rel’ek: A female Lobrak who has undergone Tena’don or who is undergoing Tena’don. Reltek: A Lobrak who is over eighteen years old, a female. Rel’mutek: A female Lobrak of age 22 or greater, allowed to undergo Tena’don. Telne’ak: A Rite of Passage where the Kalton must survive in the harsh wild for one month, exactly 30 days. This is meant to provide the Kalton with the knowledge of what a Tendo’ak provides and an appreciation of the work each member must do for the pack. Tendo’ak: Pack, a group of Lobrak. Tena’don: The word for a Lobrak ritual wedding. In such a ritual the Nul’ek and Rel’ek go on a hunt for seven days to a distant land, there the must kill and bring the hide back on their own. This is meant to be a test of the pair’s strength, endurance, and trust in eachother.
((I believe I got all the words out of my bio and additional information, if anyone notices one that I missed or accidentally changed (I did, after all, make this whole race and society over the course of… well, 3 hours) please send me a PM or tell me in the chat, thank you))
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Death post
Douglas smiled almost insanely under the cool metal of his helmet. Only half a mile away was an encampment surrounded by tall walls made out of tree trunks, the very trunks that had once made the beautiful forest of Ascelia. It was here that the last chapter in his book would be written… Douglas knew this was a foolish mission, he knew he wouldn’t come back from this alive unless the very gods willed his return. The very animals in the stump fields seemed to understand this as well, the rabbits hopped out of his way well before he got there, the foxes stayed still, letting the paladin pass before going about their hunt. Even the birds quieted their constant chirping in respect of Douglas and his rage.
Slowly Douglas raised his right hand up to the sword on his back, gripping the leather firmly in his metal hands before drawing the beautiful blade from its scabbard with a resounding shing. Catching the blade in his left hand and holding it horizontal Douglas smiled at his reflection. “Well old friend, it seems that my faithful day has come. Athanasius, I want you to serve the next paladin as you served me” he said with an almost regretful look on his face, his cheeks quivered slightly as Douglas fought back tears. Slowly the sadness was changed, turned into a form more useful for the upcoming fight. Anger flowed through his body as quickly as tears would have sprung from his face, turning his slow walk into a full-on charge.
The gap between the gate and Douglas closed quickly, within the better part of a minute he was in range of the watcher’s arrows. The crude shafts arced towards him from atop the wall, threatening to end his crusade before it even truly began. Swiftly Douglas’ mouth moved, forming words to protect the paladin with. Suddenly his body glowed white, a large circular barrier formed over his head out of white energy to block the first salvo of arrows. Once the immediate threat was dealt with the barrier began to spin, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed before hurling off in the direction of the goblins. It’s edge was paper-thin, sharp enough to cleave unprotected flesh from it’s body. The unsuspecting goblin saw this far too late and found his hair cut a few inches shorter than he would of liked. The grotesque green-skined head with the long, bulbous nose falling to the ground a short distance away. The barrier then dove straight into the center of the goblin encampment, exploding when it impacted with the ground in a prismatic display of power.
Several bodies were flung by the force of this explosion, a good sixth of their forces were flung outside the very walls of the encampment and left to gather their senses. Swiftly those who hadn’t been affected began charging out of the main gate at the paladin. Two metal hands grasped the blade Athanasius’ hilt and held it firmly in front of Douglas. The sword sang out as it cleaved the air in two. The goblins unfortunate enough to be within striking range were wounded quickly, several losing limbs and still others dieing on the spot. Arrows were fired from a distance and struck at Douglas’ armor, bouncing off of his helmet and chain mail. Two arrows pierced the armor and lodged themselves near his right shoulder and in his right side. The arrows stung fiercely as the wounds closed from his magic.
Wave after wave came at him, his rage boiling as he fought. Each new group brought Douglas a renewed sense of revenge, and a new wound he had to close off… Within the first two hours Douglas had received twenty-seven different non-fatal wounds and managed to kill a good hundred goblins, he guessed. By this time his body had begun to ache from so much fighting and pleaded for him to run away and rest, heal so he could fight again another day… But his pride forced him on, his thirst for revenge giving him the strength he needed to press on. Blood was soaking the ruined landscape and the bodies were now hard to distinguish from one another in the piles. “Where’s your leader, your little ‘chieftain’!?” Douglas barked out at the goblins, despite their horrid knowledge of the human language. Douglas continued his onslaught, fighting all the way to the rear of the encampment where their leader had to reside.
The sun was setting on the world of Telrandas five hours into the fight; few goblins remained in Douglas’s way. His armor had been torn to shreds, his entire upper body armorless and his pale flesh riddled with crimson marks. Only the chain mail pants and gloves protecting his worn form. In front of Douglas rose a colossal form, easily ten feet in height. The leader of the goblin raiders was easily the toughest opponent of them all. The green-skinned giant held a face with one of the most grotesque noses of the goblins, it twisted and turned in subhuman design. In the goblin’s right hand was a bastard sword, the blade rusted and worn from countless battles. The hilt had a hole punched through it with a chain attached; this chain was easily twenty feet long and allowed the chieftain several ways to fight. This extra long chain was held in the goblin’s left hand and was twirled in a large circle, in this fashion the chain could be thrown at any time. The goblin’s torso was covered in hides of animals, even one of which could be identified as… human.
“You die now puny human!” the chieftain yelled, letting lose the heavy chain in hopes of smashing Douglas. The paladin’s legs pumped and sent him rolling to the side, barely missed by the chain. His legs quickly pushed up and send Douglas flying at the goblin. The chain had hooked onto a rock and while the chieftain pulled Douglas made his move. The chain was pulled taunt and provided an easy way to strike. His tired form clamored up the chain and onto the monster’s arm. It was there that he aimed a strike at his foe’s neck, the one spot where he knew he could kill it from. Athanasius flashed, flesh ripped, Douglas had done it, he had landed a hit directly in a vein in the goblin’s throat… nothing could live through that, he had avenged his friends! Suddenly Douglas’ eyes widened…
He hadn’t of remembered the goblin’s other hand, this foolish lapse in concentration cost him dearly. It was true, the goblin giant would die soon… but Douglas would too, the one last life the raiders took was the paladin’s. Douglas’ chest heaved violently, his breath short from the sword, which was now up to it’s hilt in his bare chest. Both his heart and lungs were damaged, nothing could save him now… Slowly the paladin’s eyes closed, his hands relaxing from his blade and letting gravity drop them to the ground. He heard voices, foot steps… Amazed words on how great of a battle it must have been… Hurried steps came closer, hands touched him and voices asked… questions, he couldn’t be sure what, his lids closed and he exhaled softly… His story was ended with a period…
Edited by: Syaoran Moeroo at: 8/10/07 9:03 pm
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