Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2013 19:01:16 GMT -6
Name: Riley Coyote (Merely an Alisis for mundane amusement to protect his true identity)
Species: Formerly Coyote
Company: N/A
Class: Druid
Credits: None ATM
Weapons: Large, bladed Ankh and a dagger
Current Abilities: Level one druid, shape shifting tendencies. As a spirit in flesh, he is unable to stay dead until his goal is completed.
Story Plot: Riley lived a normal life for a coyote. Making mischief, fooling fools, and overall being an enormous pain to everyone he didn't consider a friend. Which was almost everyone. Riley however, had a particular hatred for elves. They became his primary target early on in life, and he soon found himself going out of his way frequently to spite and torment them.
He would use his natural powers as a shifter to antagonize entire villages, start wars amongst themselves, drive them to madness and in more cases than should be, suicide. All over the world he traveled to fuel this hatred, making lives miserable for any Elf he did encounter. He knew not how he got to faraway lands most times, but he did not care, for all that mattered was this high he got from their mystical misery.
This hatred proved to be his downfall. On his travels across new lands, he came across a lonely farm run by an Elf. Thinking this would be a perfect opportunity to ruin a life, he leaped at the opportunity, slaughtering chickens, trampling crops, and breaking the neck of the foolish guard dog that tried to intervene. It was all going so perfect; the Elf was in tears even before his companion fell, but then a guest arrived.
Riley was slain by a well-placed mace to the head. He was skinned and cooked, the meat enjoyed by the Elf and his tail made into a trophy for...The Dwarf. A Dwarf, of all the things to kill him! Dwarves and Elfs were constantly at war in one way or another, he (She? How do you tell again?) should have aided Riley in the destruction, or at the very least turned a blind eye. Riley had a natural temper, but his anger was only helped by his death. His spirit manifested into fleshy form, and he followed his tail into Wildgard in hopes of finding the one who took his life.
Physical Description: When dealing with humanoids, he takes humanoid form. In life, he almost always stalked on four legs, until he encountered a village. He would take the form of the dominant humanoid species, which was often Elf, then proceed to gain trust and make mischief.
In death, he takes three forms. One is the Coyote, bigger than he was in life. He travels that way, for it is not his physical form and as such he can travel with the wind or from star to star like a spirit. Two is the beast, which is his pelt; taxidermied into a permanently undead state, a Frankenstein of beasts. It lacks a tail, for it is lost on the belt of his killer. Three is his humanoid form, which appears Kintu. In this form he is gifted a tail and ears, though they are empty imaginings of them. His skin is pale like ice and he bears fractured skin where he was hit and slain.
Garb: Light brown tabard, fur hood that seems to attach itself to his ears. Baggy grey pants and furry boots. Only Riley's human form wears clothes.
Motives: Torment all Elves, make their entire race miserable. This goal in life was the blood through his veins. When Riley died and arrived at Wildgard with his new goal, he found no sign of the one who killed him. He could only feel his presence. In his boredom, he decided to take up the old habit again to pass the time in between sightings of this vile miner.
Personal Motto: "How will you trick me when you're already in my trap?"
History of Family: Riley doesn't remember a family. He probably had one, but death makes you forget a lot of things. Or so he's heard. This was probably one of them.
If he had to guess, he would say he was raised in a pack. Respect the alpha, bully the weakest, but everyone gets a share of the kill. Something like that. You don't really care about that kind of thing if it's not what made you undead.
Role in Wildgard: Antagonize the elves, kill his killer. Cause general mischief.
Species: Formerly Coyote
Company: N/A
Class: Druid
Credits: None ATM
Weapons: Large, bladed Ankh and a dagger
Current Abilities: Level one druid, shape shifting tendencies. As a spirit in flesh, he is unable to stay dead until his goal is completed.
Story Plot: Riley lived a normal life for a coyote. Making mischief, fooling fools, and overall being an enormous pain to everyone he didn't consider a friend. Which was almost everyone. Riley however, had a particular hatred for elves. They became his primary target early on in life, and he soon found himself going out of his way frequently to spite and torment them.
He would use his natural powers as a shifter to antagonize entire villages, start wars amongst themselves, drive them to madness and in more cases than should be, suicide. All over the world he traveled to fuel this hatred, making lives miserable for any Elf he did encounter. He knew not how he got to faraway lands most times, but he did not care, for all that mattered was this high he got from their mystical misery.
This hatred proved to be his downfall. On his travels across new lands, he came across a lonely farm run by an Elf. Thinking this would be a perfect opportunity to ruin a life, he leaped at the opportunity, slaughtering chickens, trampling crops, and breaking the neck of the foolish guard dog that tried to intervene. It was all going so perfect; the Elf was in tears even before his companion fell, but then a guest arrived.
Riley was slain by a well-placed mace to the head. He was skinned and cooked, the meat enjoyed by the Elf and his tail made into a trophy for...The Dwarf. A Dwarf, of all the things to kill him! Dwarves and Elfs were constantly at war in one way or another, he (She? How do you tell again?) should have aided Riley in the destruction, or at the very least turned a blind eye. Riley had a natural temper, but his anger was only helped by his death. His spirit manifested into fleshy form, and he followed his tail into Wildgard in hopes of finding the one who took his life.
Physical Description: When dealing with humanoids, he takes humanoid form. In life, he almost always stalked on four legs, until he encountered a village. He would take the form of the dominant humanoid species, which was often Elf, then proceed to gain trust and make mischief.
In death, he takes three forms. One is the Coyote, bigger than he was in life. He travels that way, for it is not his physical form and as such he can travel with the wind or from star to star like a spirit. Two is the beast, which is his pelt; taxidermied into a permanently undead state, a Frankenstein of beasts. It lacks a tail, for it is lost on the belt of his killer. Three is his humanoid form, which appears Kintu. In this form he is gifted a tail and ears, though they are empty imaginings of them. His skin is pale like ice and he bears fractured skin where he was hit and slain.
Garb: Light brown tabard, fur hood that seems to attach itself to his ears. Baggy grey pants and furry boots. Only Riley's human form wears clothes.
Motives: Torment all Elves, make their entire race miserable. This goal in life was the blood through his veins. When Riley died and arrived at Wildgard with his new goal, he found no sign of the one who killed him. He could only feel his presence. In his boredom, he decided to take up the old habit again to pass the time in between sightings of this vile miner.
Personal Motto: "How will you trick me when you're already in my trap?"
History of Family: Riley doesn't remember a family. He probably had one, but death makes you forget a lot of things. Or so he's heard. This was probably one of them.
If he had to guess, he would say he was raised in a pack. Respect the alpha, bully the weakest, but everyone gets a share of the kill. Something like that. You don't really care about that kind of thing if it's not what made you undead.
Role in Wildgard: Antagonize the elves, kill his killer. Cause general mischief.