Post by RakingClaw on Jul 19, 2008 13:28:30 GMT -5
Name- Sarak RakingClaw
Sex- Male
Age- 22
Species- Wildcat
Occupation- Mercenary
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 with two crisscrossing bandoleers, a belt, a necklace of ears and tongues, a fox hide cloak and a loin cloth. He has taken 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.
Possessions- Sarak caries both a broadsword, and morning star on his belt, he also has four daggers on his bandoleer for easy assess. He wears a necklace of ears and tongues from the beasts that he has killed, and a fox hide cloak.
Personality- Sarak is a killer plain and simple. He respects nobeast that cant take care of himself and shows them no mercy for it. He hates foxes with a unbridled fury and will almost alway attack them on sight. 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 deadly with a sword, mace, his trident and throwing daggers. He has great 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.
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 tortured (resulting in the loss of his hand and ear) for hours until they decided to roast 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 on the out skirts of the camp. they took pity on him and took his still steaming form with them. By pure force of will he survived, and took up the sword in revenge. A squirrel smith taking pity on the loss of his hand made him the trident, and with that Sarak added on his last name Raking Claw. But even surrounded by good beasts his heart was black, and one day when a raiding party came dragging with them a fox they had taken prisoner, Sarak attacked. He ripped out the foxes 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 learning more and more about the weapons he carried. Soon he developed a reputation of merciless killing. He wanders the world eking out his hollow existence looking for something that even he does not know.
Relatives- Sarak has no family as they were all murdered.
Sex- Male
Age- 22
Species- Wildcat
Occupation- Mercenary
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 with two crisscrossing bandoleers, a belt, a necklace of ears and tongues, a fox hide cloak and a loin cloth. He has taken 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.
Possessions- Sarak caries both a broadsword, and morning star on his belt, he also has four daggers on his bandoleer for easy assess. He wears a necklace of ears and tongues from the beasts that he has killed, and a fox hide cloak.
Personality- Sarak is a killer plain and simple. He respects nobeast that cant take care of himself and shows them no mercy for it. He hates foxes with a unbridled fury and will almost alway attack them on sight. 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 deadly with a sword, mace, his trident and throwing daggers. He has great 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.
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 tortured (resulting in the loss of his hand and ear) for hours until they decided to roast 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 on the out skirts of the camp. they took pity on him and took his still steaming form with them. By pure force of will he survived, and took up the sword in revenge. A squirrel smith taking pity on the loss of his hand made him the trident, and with that Sarak added on his last name Raking Claw. But even surrounded by good beasts his heart was black, and one day when a raiding party came dragging with them a fox they had taken prisoner, Sarak attacked. He ripped out the foxes 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 learning more and more about the weapons he carried. Soon he developed a reputation of merciless killing. He wanders the world eking out his hollow existence looking for something that even he does not know.
Relatives- Sarak has no family as they were all murdered.
