Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2013 20:02:46 GMT -6
Name: Krayto (Also called "The Savage Farmer" occasionally)
Species: Kinto Lizardman...thing (Three-quarters Tyrannosaurus Rex, one-quarter human)
Company: Nah, I prefer being my myself.
Class: Agh! Learning! Oh...barbarian.
Credits: Ain't got any.
Weapons: Al the Battleaxe, Getcha the shield
Current Abilities: Berserk
Story Plot: I worked on my farm in the South, but when a drought struck my village, my friends and I were forced to go our separate ways to look for workplaces. My search led me here and I hate it here: too cold, the crops seem different, the soil is hard and gritty instead of soft and moist...but it's the only place where I can find work. Plus there's a lot of fighting going on here, and I can't miss that.
Physical Description: I'm, like, eight feet tall maybe...everyone says I have a human body with a dinosaur's texture, but I don't understand that. My head is just like those T-Rex's that nearly went extinct a few million years ago, except smaller. And bigger eyes. I've got a tail and spikes along my back that could act as weapons if you get on my bad side, too. AND I HATE HAVING TWO FINGERS AND A THUMB!
Garb: Fur cloak to keep me warm, brown light leather pants with metal rings. I also have a metal helmet and leather bracers. Not much else, since really I can afford to go shirtless.
Motives: ...Um? Keeping my crops safe, I guess. Oh, and food and drink. And clonking heads together. I don't have any actual motives, just those three....four.
Personal Motto: "I hate everything. Except food. I fricking love food." oh, and "Smeg."
History of Family: My dad, who was actually Kinto and not just some weird lizardman, was a farmer. I never knew my mother, but I didn't care: if she wasn't there with me to raise me, then she was no use to me. My real family consists of Darkmane, who was a Wemic and a Village Guard, Fiblo Greenhill the Halfling Bard, and Mitch and Kris the Imps.
Role in Wildgard: Farmer, fighter, and polisher of drinks.
Species: Kinto Lizardman...thing (Three-quarters Tyrannosaurus Rex, one-quarter human)
Company: Nah, I prefer being my myself.
Class: Agh! Learning! Oh...barbarian.
Credits: Ain't got any.
Weapons: Al the Battleaxe, Getcha the shield
Current Abilities: Berserk
Story Plot: I worked on my farm in the South, but when a drought struck my village, my friends and I were forced to go our separate ways to look for workplaces. My search led me here and I hate it here: too cold, the crops seem different, the soil is hard and gritty instead of soft and moist...but it's the only place where I can find work. Plus there's a lot of fighting going on here, and I can't miss that.
Physical Description: I'm, like, eight feet tall maybe...everyone says I have a human body with a dinosaur's texture, but I don't understand that. My head is just like those T-Rex's that nearly went extinct a few million years ago, except smaller. And bigger eyes. I've got a tail and spikes along my back that could act as weapons if you get on my bad side, too. AND I HATE HAVING TWO FINGERS AND A THUMB!
Garb: Fur cloak to keep me warm, brown light leather pants with metal rings. I also have a metal helmet and leather bracers. Not much else, since really I can afford to go shirtless.
Motives: ...Um? Keeping my crops safe, I guess. Oh, and food and drink. And clonking heads together. I don't have any actual motives, just those three....four.
Personal Motto: "I hate everything. Except food. I fricking love food." oh, and "Smeg."
History of Family: My dad, who was actually Kinto and not just some weird lizardman, was a farmer. I never knew my mother, but I didn't care: if she wasn't there with me to raise me, then she was no use to me. My real family consists of Darkmane, who was a Wemic and a Village Guard, Fiblo Greenhill the Halfling Bard, and Mitch and Kris the Imps.
Role in Wildgard: Farmer, fighter, and polisher of drinks.