Post by Kidney on Mar 8, 2018 22:09:39 GMT -8
Roard of Badger's Cross
Resolve Level: 1 (1/2 for Lvl. 2)
-Appearance
Age: 30 1/2, Birthday: April 2nd
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Roard is a wide, mighty man. His physical description is that of a monster built like a brick house, a rounded, barrel-like chest with heavyweight pectorals. Roard weighs easily 125 kilograms with armor, and his height is gigantic for the age, almost two meters. His body is coated in strange black pockets of sponge-like flesh, oozing eternally, but thankfully wrapped up most of the time. But, his face speaks a different tale.
It is soft, jawline noticeable, but not the piece of granite one would assume. His cheekbones are rounded, skin on them sunburnt and rough. His lips are chapped and cracked, as well the skin around his mouth. His nose is entirely missing, two slits sitting where it should be. His left cheek is like a slice of strange cheese, ragged and filled with holes, oozing, giving one a gaze onto his yellowed teeth, gums purple and bared. His eyes are dark and soft, dampened by tears from a lack of oils trapping moisture, as his eyelids are swollen and the glands are clogged. Whatever hair exists upon him is knotted and slicked against his skull, among the spongy nature of his shoulders and scalp.
His legs are strong and thick, pillars of patchy flesh holding up his enormous body. His feet are swollen, missing some toes, his tri-layer sock setup holding back any pustule leakage or oozing.
Attire: Roard wears upon himself a set of simple, bronze armor, a chestplate that sits, round and featureless. His shin-guards and wrist-guards are simple as well, riveted together hastily. He also wears a set of leather sandals over his socks, a lace setup slipping up his calves, holding down his calves, the muscles pushing against the weaved style. Among this, white rags have been stitched together to hold this together, as well as cover most of his body, the parts towards the bottom hanging down by his legs, as well as obscuring his bronze cup, protecting his manhood, or whatever is left of it. Sitting upon his head is a hood forged of dried fabric, stained, but obscuring his scalp and shoulders.
-Biography
Quirks: Slugger: "My blade falls against wheat, and will fall upon my enemies with the same weight."
Hard Skinned: "My skin hardens like the shell of ice around the dormant trees."
Stress Eater: "I MUST REPLENISH MY STRENGTH! GIVE ME THE PASTRY!"
Weak Grip on Life: "I have rotted away. If I am to be cut, I may not come together."
Backstory Synopsis: A giant, Roard made a living from farming. He lived happily before a strange incident left him a horrific monster, a leper. His exile left him bitter and poor, and he soon took up life as hired work, taking out trash, working construction with two pairs of gloves, and others. He soon found himself rotting away further, and appears to find the cure to his disease within the depths of The Darkest Dungeon.
Full Backstory:
Misc. Notes: Roard carries a shovel, one that is strong and has stood the test of time alongside him.
Also, on accent: Roard's place of birth is considered somewhere in the north of Poland, although Roard's own accent has been ravaged by disease, whatever voice croaks forth is crackly and rough, damaged. He speaks well, as his time as a drifter led him to see very strange characters and hear a broad variety of words and their meanings. But, yelling will tear his throat and mouth, as great amounts of the world's rot have caused his insides to be fragile.
On scent: Roard smells particularly like old muck at the bottom of a murky pond. (Special items, notable scars, scents, how they walk, or talk, etc.)
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Wheatcutter: The only weapon the colossus carries, Wheatcutter is Roard's aged, but well-taken-care-of sword. It may have once been larger, but instead, it resembles a mighty blade snapped in half, the edge has been sharpened, and the broken end has been raggedly turned into something usable. The handle has no crossguard, as the weapon was not made for combat. The handle is tied together, as the heft of the blade easily could break it without proper instruction on how to wield it.
Armor: His armor is rough and featureless, on the basis of time, it was forged hastily, without must attention to cosmetic details.
Other gear: Roard carries a side-satchel, filled with extra bandages, a whetstone, and a large jug, containing fermenting apples.
Strengths: Roard is a gigantic man, with a voice of quartz. His attacks are large and sweeping, and his ability to keep calm with access to food allows him to be a physical and psychological rock within a group. His appearance may also deter some weaker-minded enemies.
Weaknesses: Roard is incapable of dexterous activity. His eyes cannot hone in on a target from afar, and his body cannot dodge very well. His accuracy is questionable, and his wall-like fighting style and passionate protective personality can lead to some problems with his ability to recognize that he might die.
Resolve Level: 1 (1/2 for Lvl. 2)
-Appearance
Age: 30 1/2, Birthday: April 2nd
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Roard is a wide, mighty man. His physical description is that of a monster built like a brick house, a rounded, barrel-like chest with heavyweight pectorals. Roard weighs easily 125 kilograms with armor, and his height is gigantic for the age, almost two meters. His body is coated in strange black pockets of sponge-like flesh, oozing eternally, but thankfully wrapped up most of the time. But, his face speaks a different tale.
It is soft, jawline noticeable, but not the piece of granite one would assume. His cheekbones are rounded, skin on them sunburnt and rough. His lips are chapped and cracked, as well the skin around his mouth. His nose is entirely missing, two slits sitting where it should be. His left cheek is like a slice of strange cheese, ragged and filled with holes, oozing, giving one a gaze onto his yellowed teeth, gums purple and bared. His eyes are dark and soft, dampened by tears from a lack of oils trapping moisture, as his eyelids are swollen and the glands are clogged. Whatever hair exists upon him is knotted and slicked against his skull, among the spongy nature of his shoulders and scalp.
His legs are strong and thick, pillars of patchy flesh holding up his enormous body. His feet are swollen, missing some toes, his tri-layer sock setup holding back any pustule leakage or oozing.
Attire: Roard wears upon himself a set of simple, bronze armor, a chestplate that sits, round and featureless. His shin-guards and wrist-guards are simple as well, riveted together hastily. He also wears a set of leather sandals over his socks, a lace setup slipping up his calves, holding down his calves, the muscles pushing against the weaved style. Among this, white rags have been stitched together to hold this together, as well as cover most of his body, the parts towards the bottom hanging down by his legs, as well as obscuring his bronze cup, protecting his manhood, or whatever is left of it. Sitting upon his head is a hood forged of dried fabric, stained, but obscuring his scalp and shoulders.
-Biography
Quirks: Slugger: "My blade falls against wheat, and will fall upon my enemies with the same weight."
Hard Skinned: "My skin hardens like the shell of ice around the dormant trees."
Stress Eater: "I MUST REPLENISH MY STRENGTH! GIVE ME THE PASTRY!"
Weak Grip on Life: "I have rotted away. If I am to be cut, I may not come together."
Backstory Synopsis: A giant, Roard made a living from farming. He lived happily before a strange incident left him a horrific monster, a leper. His exile left him bitter and poor, and he soon took up life as hired work, taking out trash, working construction with two pairs of gloves, and others. He soon found himself rotting away further, and appears to find the cure to his disease within the depths of The Darkest Dungeon.
Full Backstory:
Roard spent his entire life on a farm. Time spent not farming was spent eating, and time spent not eating was spent on sleep. His duty to his crops and the resident lord forced him into a life as a strange giant, endlessly picking weeds and cutting wheat with an old sword at harvest time. His life was filled with work, honing him into a muscled man, under a layer of fat. He spent his time in orderly spurts, until he took a risk.
The time was early in the morning, and a smell crept into Roard's nose. He rose, checking his house for dead rodents, and with a grumble, he found that the smell came from his attic. He opened the trapdoor, and entered. Within he found a body, a dead man, and a broken window. He reached down to grab this man, and so came the horror of life. A cut on his hand, a black drop, the beginning of the infection.
His life flashed before his eyes. He remembered it, the exile, the wandering, and the hopelessness. He drew forth a sigh, and continued his walk.
He slowly entered the caravan, and found himself sighing again. Perhaps this time, someone wished to try.
The time was early in the morning, and a smell crept into Roard's nose. He rose, checking his house for dead rodents, and with a grumble, he found that the smell came from his attic. He opened the trapdoor, and entered. Within he found a body, a dead man, and a broken window. He reached down to grab this man, and so came the horror of life. A cut on his hand, a black drop, the beginning of the infection.
His life flashed before his eyes. He remembered it, the exile, the wandering, and the hopelessness. He drew forth a sigh, and continued his walk.
He slowly entered the caravan, and found himself sighing again. Perhaps this time, someone wished to try.
Misc. Notes: Roard carries a shovel, one that is strong and has stood the test of time alongside him.
Also, on accent: Roard's place of birth is considered somewhere in the north of Poland, although Roard's own accent has been ravaged by disease, whatever voice croaks forth is crackly and rough, damaged. He speaks well, as his time as a drifter led him to see very strange characters and hear a broad variety of words and their meanings. But, yelling will tear his throat and mouth, as great amounts of the world's rot have caused his insides to be fragile.
On scent: Roard smells particularly like old muck at the bottom of a murky pond. (Special items, notable scars, scents, how they walk, or talk, etc.)
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Wheatcutter: The only weapon the colossus carries, Wheatcutter is Roard's aged, but well-taken-care-of sword. It may have once been larger, but instead, it resembles a mighty blade snapped in half, the edge has been sharpened, and the broken end has been raggedly turned into something usable. The handle has no crossguard, as the weapon was not made for combat. The handle is tied together, as the heft of the blade easily could break it without proper instruction on how to wield it.
Armor: His armor is rough and featureless, on the basis of time, it was forged hastily, without must attention to cosmetic details.
Other gear: Roard carries a side-satchel, filled with extra bandages, a whetstone, and a large jug, containing fermenting apples.
Strengths: Roard is a gigantic man, with a voice of quartz. His attacks are large and sweeping, and his ability to keep calm with access to food allows him to be a physical and psychological rock within a group. His appearance may also deter some weaker-minded enemies.
Weaknesses: Roard is incapable of dexterous activity. His eyes cannot hone in on a target from afar, and his body cannot dodge very well. His accuracy is questionable, and his wall-like fighting style and passionate protective personality can lead to some problems with his ability to recognize that he might die.
