Post by Maur on Oct 23, 2015 18:38:53 GMT
Name: Gurath, Salany.
Age: thirty-seven
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Giant
Height: 7'6
Weight: 412 pounds
Rank: Citizen
Appearance:
Underneath Gurath's helmet is an unseemly visage. His face twisted and distorted from his heritage, a short, broken nose is set in the middle of an oval face, with pale gray skin and two large, sunken, circular eyes. His mouth spreads from cheek to cheek with sharps fangs that dwell within, should all other options be exhausted, he could bite the face off a human being with ease. He wears such a concealing helmet for both embarrassment and protection. It would take a very powerful strike to harm his skull.
Combat credentials:
Combat style: Gurath is not one to wait for his opponent, he will strike first and deal with the consequences later, his vision is narrowed due to his helmet however so this usually ends with him obliterating a stone or wall instead of his opponent. This gigantic warrior wields two blades, one with a widened head for heavy strikes, the other designed for decapitation via the end of the blade, the half circle groove is incredibly sharp and strong, and he is known for using it, thus his title of 'Executioner'.
Abilites:
Headbutt: Gurath can use his heavy helmet and powerful neck muscles for an intense strike, capable off breaking bone.
Shoulder rush: This behemoth rushes forwards, armored shoulder lowered, in order to pulverize those who might be caught within the veritable freight train's path.
Weapons:
The Crescent-Cleaver: This blade was named affectionately by its owner, the end of the blade resembling an inverted crescent, the head of this blade is blunt, used more for crushing than slicing, however the body of the weapon is kept sharp and ready for use by Gurath himself. [Sheathed on his back.]
Head-be-gone: Gurath uses this aptly named weapon for the most part like a usual sword, parrying and slashing, but it's true spirit, is in thrusting, especially when directed at the neck. The inside portion of the top of the blade is kept incredibly sharp, so that when Gurath makes a move for his opponents neck, should it land, within seconds their head would be rolling off of their shoulders. [Sheathed on his back.]
Jabby: A short sword with a length of twelve inches, some would argue that this polished blade is merely a large knife, Gurath would disagree.
[Sheathed on thigh.]
Four eight inch blades are also located two on each calf.
Gear:
Helmet: Gurath wears a thich metal helmet, for both protection and offense.
Shoulder Pauldrons: Two slabs of curved metal adorn his shoulders, he uses these for protection, as well as rushing.
Hardened leather armor: Leather armor adorns his chest, metal having been foregone for the sake of mobility, this also covers his thighs.
Metal boots: Heavy metal boots secured snugly to his monolithic feet allow for traversal over rough terrain, and a deadly stomp.
Background:
Gurath grew up a mutant, a freak, because of the sins of his father, he suffered greatly. His horrific face only adding to the torment he recieved.
This mountain of a man spent his early childhood in an orphanage, rather, in the attic of an orphanage. The care takers thinking him unworthy to associate with the other children, some of them wished to leave him by the roadside, others had some smidgeon of mercy for the unusual boy.
Two inparticular, a woman, by the name of Katrina, and a man, who was known as Brahm. These two would always be the ones to bring him food, and stay with him when he was outside. The reason for their company was both compassion and protection, the other caretakers weren't the only ones who saw him as a demon, on a few occasions men with hoods had attempted to climb the great stone wall and slay the child.
The last of these attempts, was the reason for his departure, when Gurath was about fourteen, he stood at 6'5, and most feared he would not stop growing, that he would soon become too powerful to stop, and so they attempted to end him. Under cover of darkness they crept across the lawn, five of them in all, hoping to kill the beast while he slept. Unfortunately for them, Gurath required little sleep, for some strange reason four hours of slumber was all it took to sustain this massive individual for weeks on end. He was awake when they came, in the dead of might they had scaled the stone building and entered through the only window in his attic room.
The inside of the room was blacker than tar, their human eyes could barely see an inch in the darkness, but Gurath's large, circular eyes enveloped the entire environment, allowing him to see it clearly.
There were some shuffling noises in the room, the humans thinking it to be one of their own, but it wasn't, taking the risk of being discovered, which was not a great risk in the first place as most of the town wished to be rid of this creature, the men lit a torch, the sudden illumination reavealing to them, a hulking demon straight from their nightmares. A disappointed frown adorned Gurath's face as he held one of the humans by the throat, the limp body already having had the life choked out of it. With ease the beastman threw the corpse to the side and brought back one of his humongous fists, throwing it forwards and caving in the face of a second man, he screamed through a broken jam as Gurath shoved him out the window and he plummeted to the ground below. The other three had now regained their composure, and the one with the torch stepped back as the other two pulled swords and surged forwards. Gurath ignored the blades, side stepped the men and kicked one of them hard as he passed. Breaking the mans spine instantly.
He then grasped the torch which the next man was hold and snapped his neck with one hand. The last man turned from his charge and moved to strike at Gurath, who quickly thrust the torch forwards into the mans face. His neck snapped back sharply and broke. Gurath then tossed the torch on his bed and the flame began to spread.
Gurath knew it was time for him to flee, and so he did, out the window and down the street, leaving a burning orphanage in his wake.
Age: thirty-seven
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Giant
Height: 7'6
Weight: 412 pounds
Rank: Citizen
Appearance:
Underneath Gurath's helmet is an unseemly visage. His face twisted and distorted from his heritage, a short, broken nose is set in the middle of an oval face, with pale gray skin and two large, sunken, circular eyes. His mouth spreads from cheek to cheek with sharps fangs that dwell within, should all other options be exhausted, he could bite the face off a human being with ease. He wears such a concealing helmet for both embarrassment and protection. It would take a very powerful strike to harm his skull.
Combat credentials:
Combat style: Gurath is not one to wait for his opponent, he will strike first and deal with the consequences later, his vision is narrowed due to his helmet however so this usually ends with him obliterating a stone or wall instead of his opponent. This gigantic warrior wields two blades, one with a widened head for heavy strikes, the other designed for decapitation via the end of the blade, the half circle groove is incredibly sharp and strong, and he is known for using it, thus his title of 'Executioner'.
Abilites:
Headbutt: Gurath can use his heavy helmet and powerful neck muscles for an intense strike, capable off breaking bone.
Shoulder rush: This behemoth rushes forwards, armored shoulder lowered, in order to pulverize those who might be caught within the veritable freight train's path.
Weapons:
The Crescent-Cleaver: This blade was named affectionately by its owner, the end of the blade resembling an inverted crescent, the head of this blade is blunt, used more for crushing than slicing, however the body of the weapon is kept sharp and ready for use by Gurath himself. [Sheathed on his back.]
Head-be-gone: Gurath uses this aptly named weapon for the most part like a usual sword, parrying and slashing, but it's true spirit, is in thrusting, especially when directed at the neck. The inside portion of the top of the blade is kept incredibly sharp, so that when Gurath makes a move for his opponents neck, should it land, within seconds their head would be rolling off of their shoulders. [Sheathed on his back.]
Jabby: A short sword with a length of twelve inches, some would argue that this polished blade is merely a large knife, Gurath would disagree.
[Sheathed on thigh.]
Four eight inch blades are also located two on each calf.
Gear:
Helmet: Gurath wears a thich metal helmet, for both protection and offense.
Shoulder Pauldrons: Two slabs of curved metal adorn his shoulders, he uses these for protection, as well as rushing.
Hardened leather armor: Leather armor adorns his chest, metal having been foregone for the sake of mobility, this also covers his thighs.
Metal boots: Heavy metal boots secured snugly to his monolithic feet allow for traversal over rough terrain, and a deadly stomp.
Background:
Gurath grew up a mutant, a freak, because of the sins of his father, he suffered greatly. His horrific face only adding to the torment he recieved.
This mountain of a man spent his early childhood in an orphanage, rather, in the attic of an orphanage. The care takers thinking him unworthy to associate with the other children, some of them wished to leave him by the roadside, others had some smidgeon of mercy for the unusual boy.
Two inparticular, a woman, by the name of Katrina, and a man, who was known as Brahm. These two would always be the ones to bring him food, and stay with him when he was outside. The reason for their company was both compassion and protection, the other caretakers weren't the only ones who saw him as a demon, on a few occasions men with hoods had attempted to climb the great stone wall and slay the child.
The last of these attempts, was the reason for his departure, when Gurath was about fourteen, he stood at 6'5, and most feared he would not stop growing, that he would soon become too powerful to stop, and so they attempted to end him. Under cover of darkness they crept across the lawn, five of them in all, hoping to kill the beast while he slept. Unfortunately for them, Gurath required little sleep, for some strange reason four hours of slumber was all it took to sustain this massive individual for weeks on end. He was awake when they came, in the dead of might they had scaled the stone building and entered through the only window in his attic room.
The inside of the room was blacker than tar, their human eyes could barely see an inch in the darkness, but Gurath's large, circular eyes enveloped the entire environment, allowing him to see it clearly.
There were some shuffling noises in the room, the humans thinking it to be one of their own, but it wasn't, taking the risk of being discovered, which was not a great risk in the first place as most of the town wished to be rid of this creature, the men lit a torch, the sudden illumination reavealing to them, a hulking demon straight from their nightmares. A disappointed frown adorned Gurath's face as he held one of the humans by the throat, the limp body already having had the life choked out of it. With ease the beastman threw the corpse to the side and brought back one of his humongous fists, throwing it forwards and caving in the face of a second man, he screamed through a broken jam as Gurath shoved him out the window and he plummeted to the ground below. The other three had now regained their composure, and the one with the torch stepped back as the other two pulled swords and surged forwards. Gurath ignored the blades, side stepped the men and kicked one of them hard as he passed. Breaking the mans spine instantly.
He then grasped the torch which the next man was hold and snapped his neck with one hand. The last man turned from his charge and moved to strike at Gurath, who quickly thrust the torch forwards into the mans face. His neck snapped back sharply and broke. Gurath then tossed the torch on his bed and the flame began to spread.
Gurath knew it was time for him to flee, and so he did, out the window and down the street, leaving a burning orphanage in his wake.