Post by Faclan on Mar 21, 2015 13:58:28 GMT
Name: Vesal
Race: Aard-Gnoll
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Occupation: Seeker, of nests (Scout sent out to find insect nests for fud.), now circus attraction.
Rank: Not drafted into the greater Gnoll military.
Appearance: 4'4''
Similar in fur patter to this TINY BALL OF CUTENESS AND FLUFF DX, with no scars or real distinguishing features since he's never been in a real fight or battle. But when he arrives on the new shores he will look skinny and likely with a metal collar on.
Personality:
Like one would expect for his small species of Gnoll Ves is generally quiet and follows orders from his Den without much fuss as he enjoys walking around the plains searching for insects. Despite the real danger from the often larger than himself predators of his home he didn't have much fear of them. As he learned that after showing the animals that he meant no harm and just calmly walking past them made it so there didn't need to be a fight. And the times when he was hunted he would just sprint to a rocky out cropping or tree and get to high enough ground that the saber toothed mouth decided to go and search for weaker prey.
When he was tasked with finally searching out nests for farming he had a general happy go lucky disposition as he was just loving the life with his Den and the occasionally talk he had with the other Gnolls or Orcs. He was surprised himself when most of them treated him fairly and not as some sniveling coward, though there were of course several of those they were in the minority.
However, with his recent capture and long trip away from his home he has become a lot more reserved, fearful, and easy to spook. The Human crew often scaring him for their enjoyment by smacking on the bars of the cage on the ship or poking a torch at him. As such he has a general despondent attitude now and generally just sits around petting his rat friends and eating/drinking when they are provided. A moving show for the Humans.
Strengths:
* Very keen senses, specially sight and smell.
* A fast runner with stellar endurance, though both have been lessened from his caged journey.
* Photographic memory, from his scouting experience back at home.
Weaknesses:
* Very little combat experience.
* Easily startled by loud noises.
* A fear of open water, a large fear, from his forced ship journey.
Equipment: Very little now as his pack, maps, tools, and scoring blade were taken from him when captured by the fleshy sea creatures.
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: None, but several of the sea rats (or equivalent) that slowly got closer to his cage and over the course of the trip back stuck close by him for pets and bits of food during the trip. He has managed to keep two in his cage, loving named Dinner and Leftovers.
NPCs: Dinner and Leftovers the rats.
Biography:
Born to the small Aard Den of Wing-Wrangler's Ves grew up with a quiet peaceful life, and when he was old enough to work he was first put in managing the small insects farms the Den had for food, and proved to be proficient but he kept looking outside the Den's marked home space to the larger plains outside. His parents and elders took notice of this and soon had Ves training to be a scout and seeker for other insect fertile grounds.
As it was what he wanted to do he took the lessons to heart and was very quickly out in the plains with the veteran seekers learning all he could about the types of insects they were looking for, how best to follow some back to their home, and even what types of insects they are often paid to remove - to make some money on the side.
The money didn't interest the young Gnoll that much as he loved most to just wander the plains and seek out the other Gnoll and Orc tribes and munch on the insects found all over. Because of this he would make maps for his fellows and other allies to point them toward or away from insect infested areas to act as a food source or to cut down on annoyances when trying to build a den or outpost. But during one of his longer scouting missions, having been aware of the new species that landed on their shores, he was ambushed by Humans. The small Gnoll was swiftly disarmed of his equipment, thrown to the ground, chained, and marched to their coastal base and into a ship, bound for a whole new world.
RolePlay Sample:
Vesal - Aard Gnoll
Plains, scouting.
The worst day of his life, so far.
Seated against the shade of a nice tree the small Aard Gnoll put down the rounded fruit he was chewing on as he nodded and made some more marks to his map, adding a note that the large dragonfly's were probably not good for eating whole but cut in pieces they would probably provide goooood eating. Though, he mused and noted down, their nests seemed to be made out of the husks of trees, so care will need to be taken to ensure that they didn't expand too fast or risk weakening buildings. Also need to make sure they don't have any kind of venom of poison or else the Orcs may have an issue on their hands if they smash up the nests. So much to keep up with and keep busy! It was enough to make an Aard smile for days.
Picking up his fruit again he stuffed the rest of it in his maw as he started to fold up his map before he twitched his ears at the low growling and rustling behind him. A toothed predator was back there. Working a bit quicker he slipped his map back into his belt pouch and stood up as he started to climb the comfy tree he had been sitting against just as the beast leapt from the foliage and made a beeline right for him! But the preemptive leap had put him much to high up for a leaping bite...but then the cat just ran right past his tree and bolted into the jungle and was quickly lost to sight. How odd? Looking back at where it had come as he heard hooting and hollering Vesal soon found himself looking down on a group of the murderers and raiders that he had been told about by the Orcs...the fleshy pale ones.
Gulping a little the Aard kept tight hold of the branches he was perched on as he tried to stay as still as possible and hoping that they didn't see him up here. He didn't want to die. But the raiders stopped right beneath his tree and seemed to be taking with each other in their hissy language. Doing his best to breath steady Vesal closed his eyes and offered some silent prayers that they would just leave so he could warn the other Seekers and the Den that they were scouting out much further than originally expected. But the talking beheth him had stopped. Causing the Gnoll to open his eyes and look down - to see that they were looking up at him and staring back.
Then everything just started to fall apart.
The scared Vesal tried to climb higher but slipped, and fell, banging against some branches and finally down to the floor right in the middle of all of them. With double vision of everything he could see the shapes surrounding him as he held up his paws to show that they were empty and froze, praying that like the Orcs they wouldn't just butcher him outright. But a cold metal sliver was rested against his throat as the vision of one of their teeth baring faces finally came into focus right in front of him. The Aard breathing hard as he tried to prepare for his own death.
But it never came, instead he was pulled to his feet, shoved against the tree as all of his items except his clothing was removed, before he was turned around and had his paws roped behind his back and finally marched toward the coast. Vesal looking around whenever he could, praying and begging for help to come. But it never did, and once at the coast and in the middle of the raiders camp he was cracked across the back of the head by a metal basket hilt and collapsed forward into the sand. And when he woke up he was in a cage with a metal collar around his neck, heading toward an unknown and alien land.
