Post by Rakingclaw on Oct 19, 2008 8:56:17 GMT -5
Name- Sarak RakingClaw
Age- 39 seasons
Birth Date- June 5th
Gender- Male
Species- Wild Cat
Occupation and Home- Mercenary, the road
Alignment- Chaotic neutral
Appearance-- Sarak is horribly scarred over all of his body and the hair that he has left shows up in mangy brown patches. He had one hand the other is a stump capped with a steel three pronged trident. He wears a chain shirt and leather vest. Two crisscrossing bandoleers, a belt, a necklace of ears and tongues, a fox hide cloak and a loin cloth. He has to self tattooing, so most of his body is covered in a black circular pattern (as that is all he know how to do). His eyes glow with a feral hunger that scares most beasts, has one ear the other side simply being a mass of scar tissue with a hole.
Personality- Sarak is a killer plain and simple. He respects nobeast that can’t take care of himself and shows them no mercy. Completely fearless he sometimes charges headlong in the the thickest of melee's laughing excitedly at the pure blood thirsty joy of the slaughter. Due to the horrible circumstances in his life he has developed twin personality His-Sarak and the creature of pure sadistic rage he now calls RakingClaw. Both fight for dominance in his twisted mind. He hates foxes with uncontrolled fury and will almost always attack them on sight not matter the odds or circumstance. He has an extreme fear of fire and will not willing approach it. When confronted with it his killer demeanor melts away into a cowering heap. He takes any insults about his burns very seriously and has on several occasions killed beasts for even bringing it up.
Strengths:
• Sarak is very skilled with a sword, mace, his trident and daggers.
• He possesses formidable natural weapons ie. Claws and Teeth
• He has above average strength, and agility.
Weaknesses:
• He has a great fear of fire
• He is missing his left hand
• He is horribly scarred over all of his body
• He does not hear so well out of his left side due to the loss of his ear.
Weaponry- Sarak caries both a broadsword and morning star on his belt, he also has four daggers on his bandoleer for easy access.
Parents- (Father)-Vanarin- (Mother)-Pretta (Both deceased)
Siblings- (Four Brothers) -Bora, Vella, Twar, and Shulc (One sister) Marlina (all deceased)
Other Relationships-None
History- Sarak was a small kitten living with his family in the northern reaches, when they were attacked by an army of white foxes lead by a monster of a wolverine. All of his family was consumed and he was brutally tortured (resulting in the loss of his hand and ear) for hours until they decided to cook him alive. He was tied to a spit and slow roasted watching in screaming agony as his hair and flesh melted away. By pure luck he was saved by a raid of good beasts who had banded together to drive off the horde. They took pity on him and brought his still steaming form with them. By force of will he survived, and took up every opportunity he could to learn Sword play. A squirrel smith taking compassion on the loss of Sarak's hand made him the trident, and that moment a rage crept into Sarak's head and he called it RakingClaw. But even surrounded by good beasts his heart was still black and festering, and sometime later in the season when a raiding party returned dragging with them a fox they had taken prisoner. RakingClaw took control and Sarak attacked, he ripped out the beasts throat with a swipe from his trident and in his rage killed two other good beasts before he fled into the wilderness. He journeyed south plying his sword work where ever he could just to survive, learning more and more about the weapons he carried. Soon he developed a reputation as merciless killer for hire, but even as his prices grew one thing stayed the same foxes were free. He now wanders the world eking out his hollow existence looking for something that even he does not know.
Age- 39 seasons
Birth Date- June 5th
Gender- Male
Species- Wild Cat
Occupation and Home- Mercenary, the road
Alignment- Chaotic neutral
Appearance-- Sarak is horribly scarred over all of his body and the hair that he has left shows up in mangy brown patches. He had one hand the other is a stump capped with a steel three pronged trident. He wears a chain shirt and leather vest. Two crisscrossing bandoleers, a belt, a necklace of ears and tongues, a fox hide cloak and a loin cloth. He has to self tattooing, so most of his body is covered in a black circular pattern (as that is all he know how to do). His eyes glow with a feral hunger that scares most beasts, has one ear the other side simply being a mass of scar tissue with a hole.
Personality- Sarak is a killer plain and simple. He respects nobeast that can’t take care of himself and shows them no mercy. Completely fearless he sometimes charges headlong in the the thickest of melee's laughing excitedly at the pure blood thirsty joy of the slaughter. Due to the horrible circumstances in his life he has developed twin personality His-Sarak and the creature of pure sadistic rage he now calls RakingClaw. Both fight for dominance in his twisted mind. He hates foxes with uncontrolled fury and will almost always attack them on sight not matter the odds or circumstance. He has an extreme fear of fire and will not willing approach it. When confronted with it his killer demeanor melts away into a cowering heap. He takes any insults about his burns very seriously and has on several occasions killed beasts for even bringing it up.
Strengths:
• Sarak is very skilled with a sword, mace, his trident and daggers.
• He possesses formidable natural weapons ie. Claws and Teeth
• He has above average strength, and agility.
Weaknesses:
• He has a great fear of fire
• He is missing his left hand
• He is horribly scarred over all of his body
• He does not hear so well out of his left side due to the loss of his ear.
Weaponry- Sarak caries both a broadsword and morning star on his belt, he also has four daggers on his bandoleer for easy access.
Parents- (Father)-Vanarin- (Mother)-Pretta (Both deceased)
Siblings- (Four Brothers) -Bora, Vella, Twar, and Shulc (One sister) Marlina (all deceased)
Other Relationships-None
History- Sarak was a small kitten living with his family in the northern reaches, when they were attacked by an army of white foxes lead by a monster of a wolverine. All of his family was consumed and he was brutally tortured (resulting in the loss of his hand and ear) for hours until they decided to cook him alive. He was tied to a spit and slow roasted watching in screaming agony as his hair and flesh melted away. By pure luck he was saved by a raid of good beasts who had banded together to drive off the horde. They took pity on him and brought his still steaming form with them. By force of will he survived, and took up every opportunity he could to learn Sword play. A squirrel smith taking compassion on the loss of Sarak's hand made him the trident, and that moment a rage crept into Sarak's head and he called it RakingClaw. But even surrounded by good beasts his heart was still black and festering, and sometime later in the season when a raiding party returned dragging with them a fox they had taken prisoner. RakingClaw took control and Sarak attacked, he ripped out the beasts throat with a swipe from his trident and in his rage killed two other good beasts before he fled into the wilderness. He journeyed south plying his sword work where ever he could just to survive, learning more and more about the weapons he carried. Soon he developed a reputation as merciless killer for hire, but even as his prices grew one thing stayed the same foxes were free. He now wanders the world eking out his hollow existence looking for something that even he does not know.