07-25-2019, 09:07 PM
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Name: Alaster Niall
Race/sub-race: Human Berserker
Alternate Graphic: Black Bear
Character Kingdom: Emlyn
Character description:[Human form] Olive skinned and standing around 5’10’’ and roughly 180lbs. He has shaggy, usually unkempt black hair and blue eyes. His facial hair is also usually quite shaggy and roughly cut as if with a knife by his own hand. All in all he’s quite hairy, thick black hair covers his arms, legs, back, and chest. He smells heavily of whiskey and the clinging smell of the earth, and sweat. He speaks in rough low tones. If one catches a glimpse of him without a top, they might notice a large scar on his back, clear even through his thick hair.
[Bear form] Black furred, blue eyed, and powerfully built, he doesn’t appear much larger than any normal bear, though a clear scar reaches from the left side of the small of his back to just below his shoulder blade.
Back Story: Alaster as a boy lived in squalor, his father was a bitter drunk, injured during his soldiering career, he was left with nothing but his hovel. He regaled his son with old tales and fantasies of getting back on the horse to make them rich, how he would be the king’s famed sword and get them out of the poverty stricken South End. It was all just fantasies, and then he died screaming bloody mania. It was the drink the Medico told us, once it destroys the liver, the brain rots. Aye, he died screaming.. Stuck with his own blade by the hand of his son. A tragedy they said, that his father went mad and killed his mother in their sleep. What the hell do they know about tragedy? That was the first time he turned, the pain was enough but it was the confusion and the fear that nearly broke him. He was met with torches and tools as scared villagers drove him into the wilderness, he learned to survive…
Then that band of soldiers came along, trekking through his portion of the woods he’d carved for himself over the years. Few predators dared enter his space, but these men were bold, looking for something. Curious, as he hadn’t seen humans for some years he cautiously approached the edge of the camp where the watch sat lazily by a small fire, deep in his cups. The man was probably not thinking too straight when he offered the black bear a drink and a seat, but the simple act brought tears to Alaster’s eyes and by the time the next watch came around they found an odd naked man cheerfully singing drinking songs with the previous watch. He’d found a new family, where he was not feared but valued. A family he would follow between worlds and die for. He was home wherever they were.
Special roleplay trait: High Tolerance- It can be very boring in seclusion, bears tend to raid pantries, the Alaster variety just happens to enjoy taking the ale, mead, and grog from any old hovel near the woods. This and toxic mushrooms became a real treat for those boring nights alone. Unfortunately he kept needing more as these things go, nowadays the poor sod can't catch a buzz, but he can drink more than the average bear. Drugging him would be nigh impossible, though this does not make him resistant to poison or other ailments.
Shard plot: Alaster currently leads the Inquisition of the Sacred August Order of the Black Lion. The Sacred August Order of the Black Lion is the ruling house of the Kingdom of Emlyn.
Name: Alaster Niall
Race/sub-race: Human Berserker
Alternate Graphic: Black Bear
Character Kingdom: Emlyn
Character description:[Human form] Olive skinned and standing around 5’10’’ and roughly 180lbs. He has shaggy, usually unkempt black hair and blue eyes. His facial hair is also usually quite shaggy and roughly cut as if with a knife by his own hand. All in all he’s quite hairy, thick black hair covers his arms, legs, back, and chest. He smells heavily of whiskey and the clinging smell of the earth, and sweat. He speaks in rough low tones. If one catches a glimpse of him without a top, they might notice a large scar on his back, clear even through his thick hair.
[Bear form] Black furred, blue eyed, and powerfully built, he doesn’t appear much larger than any normal bear, though a clear scar reaches from the left side of the small of his back to just below his shoulder blade.
Back Story: Alaster as a boy lived in squalor, his father was a bitter drunk, injured during his soldiering career, he was left with nothing but his hovel. He regaled his son with old tales and fantasies of getting back on the horse to make them rich, how he would be the king’s famed sword and get them out of the poverty stricken South End. It was all just fantasies, and then he died screaming bloody mania. It was the drink the Medico told us, once it destroys the liver, the brain rots. Aye, he died screaming.. Stuck with his own blade by the hand of his son. A tragedy they said, that his father went mad and killed his mother in their sleep. What the hell do they know about tragedy? That was the first time he turned, the pain was enough but it was the confusion and the fear that nearly broke him. He was met with torches and tools as scared villagers drove him into the wilderness, he learned to survive…
Then that band of soldiers came along, trekking through his portion of the woods he’d carved for himself over the years. Few predators dared enter his space, but these men were bold, looking for something. Curious, as he hadn’t seen humans for some years he cautiously approached the edge of the camp where the watch sat lazily by a small fire, deep in his cups. The man was probably not thinking too straight when he offered the black bear a drink and a seat, but the simple act brought tears to Alaster’s eyes and by the time the next watch came around they found an odd naked man cheerfully singing drinking songs with the previous watch. He’d found a new family, where he was not feared but valued. A family he would follow between worlds and die for. He was home wherever they were.
Special roleplay trait: High Tolerance- It can be very boring in seclusion, bears tend to raid pantries, the Alaster variety just happens to enjoy taking the ale, mead, and grog from any old hovel near the woods. This and toxic mushrooms became a real treat for those boring nights alone. Unfortunately he kept needing more as these things go, nowadays the poor sod can't catch a buzz, but he can drink more than the average bear. Drugging him would be nigh impossible, though this does not make him resistant to poison or other ailments.
Shard plot: Alaster currently leads the Inquisition of the Sacred August Order of the Black Lion. The Sacred August Order of the Black Lion is the ruling house of the Kingdom of Emlyn.
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