Post by Drasaas on Dec 15, 2012 17:49:25 GMT -5
height-6'3"
weight- 285
eyes-very light blue
hair- Dirty blond and brown
age -exact age unknown, but figures hes around 20 seasons old
appearance- large and rotund, yet also thickly built and powerful, much like a grizzly that experienced good hunting before hibernation. face and body are lined with countless scars and twisted a bit here and there from the improper healing of broken bones, most noticeable his face. his nose is a misshapen lump, ears cauliflowered so severly that they appear as malignant growths more so than a auditory tool. the left side of his mouth barely moves when he speaks so distorted with scar tissue it is, and indeed the lower portion of his jaws seems moved to the left a few inches.
background- drasaas's earlies and only childhood memories are filled with horror...and ogres. although his family and village were completely slaughtered, the ogre tribes's shaman demanded the baby found in one of the last huts to be burned be brought to his tent un harmed. The baby was raised to adulthood as a tool to be used in the sick experimentations of the shaman, and as the shamans champion in the crude gladiatorial games of the ogre tribes, made to fight any living creature caught and imprisoned in the ogres raids. His ferocity earned his master status in the games, and so though the cruel experiments stopped he was subjected to combat training by the most elite warriors of the ogres. the training was cruel, failure produced severe beatings, and often death for the combat slave, but Drasaas prevailed, even thrived. he dealt death to every creature set in front of him, all to the delight of the cruel Ogre tribe, most of all his ever becoming richer master. His final day of slavery started as many before it, with drasaas readying him self for whatever exotic creature or worse he was about to battle. Upon stepping out of the chambers and in to the arena, he was shocked to see what appeared a teenage girl, wrapped in chains and little else. the chains were released, and the roar to fight began, but drasaas knew he could not do harm to the creature before him. Drpping his crude sword and wooded shield to the ground, he turned to his master, head bowed for he knew the penalty of his disobediance would be 7 days and nights of torture, culminating in the burning of his body over the tribes cooking fire, and then consumed in a feeding frenzy as he screamed...he had witnessed this many times. as his head bowed, his face was met with a sweet, cool breeze. the beautiful creature he was set to fight was wreathed in a whirlwind, encompassing them both. his last sight before he lost consciousness was the panicked shuffling of ogres drawing weapons and rushing down to the battle arena, and the gut wrenching sensation of being flown down the corridor toward the cave entrance. awaking alone, with no survival equipment and nothing but raggety slave clothes, he spent a very cold winter in an abandonded wolf cave, where a book, Kanos Ogresbanes insights of the chivalrous man lay forgotten in the corner. In a dream the night he found the book, his mind was filled with a blinding white light, and for the first time comfort was his, the words etched into his mind "the tools you need my child, find your destiny" upon awaking, the book was now written in words he could read! a language known not to him before now came as easily as the thought to want to know. he spent the next week meditating and reading the mysterious book, without thought of food, water, or warmth, the words burning into his mind. Overcome with weakness, he again lost consciousness as the last words were read....
awakened by the hand of a kindly farmer, surrounded by sweet smelling straw and the sound of livestock, Drasaas was informed that he was found by the farmers son on a hunting trip in the spring, and had been taken here to be cared for. he was frostbitten and near death but the farmers nurtured him to health. he inquired about the book, but neither the son or farmer had any knowledge and hadnt found it with him. He stayed in thier employ throughout the harvest season to repay his debt for thier kindness, but the words of the book had called to his soul. setting his meager belongings on his back he bid them farewell, and started a journey to the town of new haven, where he was told his life may begin anew
weight- 285
eyes-very light blue
hair- Dirty blond and brown
age -exact age unknown, but figures hes around 20 seasons old
appearance- large and rotund, yet also thickly built and powerful, much like a grizzly that experienced good hunting before hibernation. face and body are lined with countless scars and twisted a bit here and there from the improper healing of broken bones, most noticeable his face. his nose is a misshapen lump, ears cauliflowered so severly that they appear as malignant growths more so than a auditory tool. the left side of his mouth barely moves when he speaks so distorted with scar tissue it is, and indeed the lower portion of his jaws seems moved to the left a few inches.
background- drasaas's earlies and only childhood memories are filled with horror...and ogres. although his family and village were completely slaughtered, the ogre tribes's shaman demanded the baby found in one of the last huts to be burned be brought to his tent un harmed. The baby was raised to adulthood as a tool to be used in the sick experimentations of the shaman, and as the shamans champion in the crude gladiatorial games of the ogre tribes, made to fight any living creature caught and imprisoned in the ogres raids. His ferocity earned his master status in the games, and so though the cruel experiments stopped he was subjected to combat training by the most elite warriors of the ogres. the training was cruel, failure produced severe beatings, and often death for the combat slave, but Drasaas prevailed, even thrived. he dealt death to every creature set in front of him, all to the delight of the cruel Ogre tribe, most of all his ever becoming richer master. His final day of slavery started as many before it, with drasaas readying him self for whatever exotic creature or worse he was about to battle. Upon stepping out of the chambers and in to the arena, he was shocked to see what appeared a teenage girl, wrapped in chains and little else. the chains were released, and the roar to fight began, but drasaas knew he could not do harm to the creature before him. Drpping his crude sword and wooded shield to the ground, he turned to his master, head bowed for he knew the penalty of his disobediance would be 7 days and nights of torture, culminating in the burning of his body over the tribes cooking fire, and then consumed in a feeding frenzy as he screamed...he had witnessed this many times. as his head bowed, his face was met with a sweet, cool breeze. the beautiful creature he was set to fight was wreathed in a whirlwind, encompassing them both. his last sight before he lost consciousness was the panicked shuffling of ogres drawing weapons and rushing down to the battle arena, and the gut wrenching sensation of being flown down the corridor toward the cave entrance. awaking alone, with no survival equipment and nothing but raggety slave clothes, he spent a very cold winter in an abandonded wolf cave, where a book, Kanos Ogresbanes insights of the chivalrous man lay forgotten in the corner. In a dream the night he found the book, his mind was filled with a blinding white light, and for the first time comfort was his, the words etched into his mind "the tools you need my child, find your destiny" upon awaking, the book was now written in words he could read! a language known not to him before now came as easily as the thought to want to know. he spent the next week meditating and reading the mysterious book, without thought of food, water, or warmth, the words burning into his mind. Overcome with weakness, he again lost consciousness as the last words were read....
awakened by the hand of a kindly farmer, surrounded by sweet smelling straw and the sound of livestock, Drasaas was informed that he was found by the farmers son on a hunting trip in the spring, and had been taken here to be cared for. he was frostbitten and near death but the farmers nurtured him to health. he inquired about the book, but neither the son or farmer had any knowledge and hadnt found it with him. He stayed in thier employ throughout the harvest season to repay his debt for thier kindness, but the words of the book had called to his soul. setting his meager belongings on his back he bid them farewell, and started a journey to the town of new haven, where he was told his life may begin anew