Description

Wrathgar Shadowhide

GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Wrathgar Shadowhide
Alias/Nicknames: - Wrath
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Tindrani/Fenrian.
Nationality: – Rune
Birth Date: - 30/October/489
Age: - 47
Zodiac Sign: - Scorpio
Descendent(of): - Terral Súlfr, Syrah Súlfr
Current Residence: - The Broken Throne
Job/Profession: - Mercenary,Bandit, Leader of The Scarred Legion.
Title: - The War-Torn Wolf
Allegiance/Alignment: - Chaotic Neutral

APPEARANCE
Height: - 7ft 6"
Weight: - 180lb's
Build: - Heavily muscled
Eye Color: - Amber
Hair Color: - White
Handedness: - Ambi-dexterous
Skin Shade/Color: - White fur
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Large scar across left eye, Several large claw scars on right fore-arm and shoulder. Missing thumb and index finger of left hand and many sword scars across back.

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - None
Family/relatives: - One Brother. Felren Shadowhide
Sanity: - Insane
Friends: - None
Mental Skills: Strategist and expert trap maker.
Likes: - Balance, Power, Killing Humans.
Dislikes: - All Humes, "Good" people, "Bad" people.
Hobbies: - Making various traps.
Personality: – Find out via Role-Play.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Two large piercing claw's are attached to his gauntlets, One which is wide and has varying barb's and hooks along its length to catch weapons and the other which extends upward's and seems to be a Some-what Curved and hook covered blade. Both of the claw pieces can be covered in magical blue flames and various other elemental effects,aswell as having the ability to grow or shrink as Wrathgar sees fit.

Wrathgar also has a large battle-axe he occassionaly lugs into battle. The massive thing look's crystalline in nature and is a cyan blue, it seems to be a mix between a greataxe and a Great-maul and works to devastating effect. Hard to break but slow the weapon once broken can be used as an explosive with all of the various shard's impaling or sticking into the target and blowing apart with pure elemental and destructive power.
Combat Attire: – Ussually seen in simple leather pant's with a leather harness. Wrathgar don's heavy and well-made battle armour. The armour is black with varying sections and lined with Enchanted Gold to ward-off damage. The shoulderpads are hooked for catching enemy's weak blades and the armour comes complete with his claw weapons,a blood-red cape and various gems to ward off differing types of damage.
Accessories: – None
Miscellaneous: – Unknown

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Hand-to-Hand: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Weapons Style: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Special Abilities: – Randomized/Unpredictable

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - Randomized/Unpredictable
Rune Magic: - Randomized/Unpredictable
Elemental Magic: - Randomized/Unpredictable
Psychic Magic: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Conjuring Magic: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Enchantment Magic: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Space/Time Magic: – Randomized/Unpredictable
Arcane Magic: - Randomized/Unpredictable

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – None
Family: – Living: Brother Deceased: Father,Mother and Sister
Known Languages: – English, Tindrani, Fenrian.
Proficiency(Affinity): – Trapping, Combat, Strategy.
Personal History/Background: - Hidden
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - Shadowhide, The Scarred Legion.

So begins...

Wrathgar Shadowhide's Story

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#2013-05-26 15:57:23, as written by duramon

For a moment a blur of dark-grey and gold could be seen across the frozen land-scape. A shimmer of armour atop a frozen pine followed by the clink of metal behind the clown. Finnally a voice sounded from seemingly everywhere at once.

"What bring's ya here?, Undead folk? If you're looking for a fight you've found one. You entered mah huntin' grounds. If you live,maybe you'll just get to call them you're own." It echoed, Followed by an animalistic Lion's roar as a pentagram of chain's tore through the snow. connected by hook's to the base of each tree,which had been expertly left alone to form the pentagram. Leaving the clown sitting in the middle as an aura of blood and the smell of brimstone filled the air.

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#2013-05-26 16:21:30, as written by HamburgerJames

A large smile was planted on the face of the clown, who after thinking, decided he'd call himself Stabby, as he turned quickly to meet the beast, Finally something to kill.

He stood up, the blades in his stomach clanking against each other, pulled a hook attached to a chain with each hand, and jumped on top of the nearest pine, landing with a heavy thud and jingling. "And just as I thought there'd be nothing to kill. Outstanding timing!" the clown shouted in pure excitement, throwing the hooks towards the wolf's face, holding onto the ends of the chains.

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#2013-05-28 11:16:52, as written by duramon

The hook's simply clanged against part of the pentagram, just as a hail of ice shard's rained from above,followed by a pentagram shaped lightning rune rose up from below. A clank of metal sounded behind the clown, a distraction that could not have been anything but him standing there.

Or so it would seem, Moment's later before either the storm or the rune could reach the clown a green length of what seemed to be steel would be flying toward's what assumedly at this point would be the back of the undead thing's head. No hint of the weapon's arrival, it's wielder or even the flesh-rotting enchantment that had been placed upon it. An enchantment designed to poison and melt away the undead.

The roar sounded again, shaking the very tree's and the snow around the area with it's ferocity.

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#2013-05-30 14:19:12, as written by HamburgerJames

Stabby turns around attempting to swing a heavy punch at his opponent,only to find that the beast wasn't there. Feeling a piece of metal pierce his head the undead clown attempt's to make a saving movement but stumbles at the last moment,as the enchantment erodes and tears apart his flesh. The rune and the hail of ice tearing apart his freakishly large body until nothing but a black-crystal is left. A crystal that simply thumps into the snow below.

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#2013-05-30 15:33:56, as written by duramon

A wolf-like being seemed to meld into existence from the tree on the other side of what he had hoped to be a field of battle. One Clawed finger lightly tapping the chain attached to it as he strode over to stand before the crystal. The trap de-activating as each chain sunk back into the ground with a thud. Anyone nearby would have noticed the trap anyway,it was flashy once it went off after all,you'd have to be blind and deaf not to notice the thing. The trigger however,was a different story.

"Ye were a dissapointment fatso, But ye'll have yer uses. I know you're master and I've done my research, I'll have him fix yer undead arse up and make ya better. Then maybe ye'll be of damn use to me! Eh?, What'dya think of that ya idiot?" He yelled at the crystal that was now placed in his open palm. Laughing heartily as he teased the zombie clown. He knew the thing could hear him,this was not the first time he'd found one of these crystals, He'd already tracked them back from various other monstrosities to this Theodore Stein that seemed to make them and let them loose.

That man was going to make him an army. The clown was just another officer to be added to his rank's. The tree-shaking roar erupted from his maw once more, the soundwave blowing away and tearing apart the snow around him as he dissapeared once more in the blink of an eye. He would re-appear a shortwhile later in a far off place,with the little black crystal and it's creator. A good haul for a single trap.