Post by Faclan on Mar 21, 2015 13:59:17 GMT
(Hope dis alright o: )
Name: Bakal
Race: Striped Gnoll
Age: 8, no litter yet
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Caszidar(jumble of Cazador, hunter in Spanish), hunter and poacher for the Black Muzzle Den
Rank: Footman and Harasser in the larger Gnoll military.
Appearance: 5'4''
Similar in fur pattern and general disposition to this specimen, but without the scale mail as he hasn't been able to sneak away with anything that heavy yet. Daww, lookat that lil snuffer nose.
Personality:
A very sneaky and rude Gnoll, if there ever was a scaling category for them. Bakal loves to steal and be by himself, so he can steal more for himself. He believes strongly in the power of the Gnoll species as a whole even though his own breed isn't that high on the totem pole of Gnolly power.
This only changes when he is with his fellow hunters, being the only time when he is any sort of decent; with them he is respectful to the Master Hunter and tells of good hunting places and orc camps to watch out for those of the same rank. He has even helped some of the new hunters out to make sure they survive the first hunt. But if he's with the Den as a whole he mostly just stays quiet and nods, but then doesn't listen to what they want as he will listen to the Hunt Master if its something actually important.
To the Orcs that are in a somewhat shaky alliance with them he will, when directly confronted, put up a happy respectful face till they turn around or leave - then go right back to being angry and hissing and trying to steal. He can see that they have better equipment than his Den and so takes any chance he can to better his own stuff.
Perhaps the only group he hates more than the Orcs is the Fleshy Hoomans that have invaded their plains and hunting grounds. He doesn't even try to talk to them and instead just wants to stick an arrow or multiple and all his blades into them so they will die and just leave to never come back.
Strengths:
* A very good shot for his age with his bow and three throwing daggers
* Skilled in melee combat, but fights incredibly dirty with kicks to all sorts of places and grabs to toss enemies to the ground to make it easier to stab.
* Pretty good at hunting; tracking and hiding, as he needs to often when sneaking up on some of the large prey on the Plains after following their tracks.
Weaknesses:
* Very easy to anger if insulted, and will pick a fight with annnnyone. It hasn't gotten him killed yet, but likely will one day.
* Has a tendency to not listen to his Elders in the clan and often goes for the 'dangerous' prey when he hunts for food for the Den.
* Like many Gnolls he is scared of fire, a fact that thankfully keeps him away from most Orc camps.
- Not the biggest fan of Orcs, as he thinks all the territory they are taking belongs to the Gnolls instead.
Equipment: A set of leather armor with some chain inserts (the chain stolen from Orc camps), a curved hunting bow capable of causing severe damage to a Mammoth if striking the neck or eye, three balanced throwing blades (also stolen) two blades (a curved dagger and straight short sword(stolen)), and a backpack with quiver attachment for carrying all kinds of things.
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: -
NPCs: -
Biography:
Born to a normal family in the Black Muzzle Den, the Tribe leader at the time, after his whimpering babe form had been blessed, decided that he would be a hunter for the Den. So that's what he was trained to do. From the time he could first understand what end of the stick was for holding and for hitting he was trained to track and hunt.
He turned out to be very good at it and loved to do it as well as he was not only congratulated from the Den for good work but he got to eat the fruits of his labors, cooked just the way he liked it. When he was a teenager he was told that he wasn't allowed to hunt in the North anymore, as the Orcs had claimed that territory for themselves. Needless to say he wasn't pleased when his favorite territory was closed off to him and despite being told not to he went to the Northern territory to try and find out what had happened. He was disgusted with what he found.
Black machines and gunge everywhere, and the animals herded into pens so there was no need for Hunters like himself. The youngster was horrified at this and ran back home to try and tell the Elders to tell the Orcs to stop. But he was told no and to accept the alliance. However, very unlike what the Elders wanted this lit a fire in the Gnoll's heart, and so he has been hunting in the North whenever he can get away with it since then and stealing equipment from the Orcs whenever available. The Hunt Master aware of his poaching, but he was straight with the youngin - that he can do what he wishes in his endeavors, but should he be caught or injured the Den wouldn't be clamoring to his rescue since they needed the alliance.
RolePlay Sample:
Bakal, Gnoll Hunter
Near the coastline
On the Prowl.
Today would have been a perfect day. Yes...perfect day to go stealing from those smelly Orcs again. But no, he had been called to the Hunt Masters side to do some scouting and sapping of the Hoomans instead. At least he was permitted to kill these ones and then rob them. Not just rob and then hide. Looking up at a 'bird call', as the fleshy scouting party near-by did as well, the Hunter nodded as he notched an arrow and stood up as the signal had been given. The Hooman party was just eight strong, six guards and two plant stealers, but the Gnolls had brought along ten to make the ambush as arrow filled as possible.
Bakal was already readying another shaft as the first volley hit home in the mass of Humans. Three fell but the rest had cowered behind their metal plates and were madly blowing on a horn to try and get help as they shrilly screamed in addition to their horns. The Human camp was close by so their help would be fast, the Spotted pack leader wanting them to be scared to leave so attacking them right on the doorstep would be a good step. Another bird call was sounded however as Bakal was sighting down toward the female plant stealer, and with a growl of frustration he let the bow go slack as he and the other Harassers slipped back into the foliage cover, making more noise that necessary for the pale ones to think they had fled.
It did the trick as they started to finally move as their other party of help was approaching, but with a howling bark the arrows flew once more into their now exposed backs, taking down the rest. The howling laughter and barks of the Gnolls ringing in the rescue parties ears as there was now nothing for them to rescue. Just bodies for the looting. Despite being daemons and defilers they did know how to make a proper sword. And their armor was good for re-forging by the Orcs.
Name: Bakal
Race: Striped Gnoll
Age: 8, no litter yet
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Caszidar(jumble of Cazador, hunter in Spanish), hunter and poacher for the Black Muzzle Den
Rank: Footman and Harasser in the larger Gnoll military.
Appearance: 5'4''
Similar in fur pattern and general disposition to this specimen, but without the scale mail as he hasn't been able to sneak away with anything that heavy yet. Daww, lookat that lil snuffer nose.
Personality:
A very sneaky and rude Gnoll, if there ever was a scaling category for them. Bakal loves to steal and be by himself, so he can steal more for himself. He believes strongly in the power of the Gnoll species as a whole even though his own breed isn't that high on the totem pole of Gnolly power.
This only changes when he is with his fellow hunters, being the only time when he is any sort of decent; with them he is respectful to the Master Hunter and tells of good hunting places and orc camps to watch out for those of the same rank. He has even helped some of the new hunters out to make sure they survive the first hunt. But if he's with the Den as a whole he mostly just stays quiet and nods, but then doesn't listen to what they want as he will listen to the Hunt Master if its something actually important.
To the Orcs that are in a somewhat shaky alliance with them he will, when directly confronted, put up a happy respectful face till they turn around or leave - then go right back to being angry and hissing and trying to steal. He can see that they have better equipment than his Den and so takes any chance he can to better his own stuff.
Perhaps the only group he hates more than the Orcs is the Fleshy Hoomans that have invaded their plains and hunting grounds. He doesn't even try to talk to them and instead just wants to stick an arrow or multiple and all his blades into them so they will die and just leave to never come back.
Strengths:
* A very good shot for his age with his bow and three throwing daggers
* Skilled in melee combat, but fights incredibly dirty with kicks to all sorts of places and grabs to toss enemies to the ground to make it easier to stab.
* Pretty good at hunting; tracking and hiding, as he needs to often when sneaking up on some of the large prey on the Plains after following their tracks.
Weaknesses:
* Very easy to anger if insulted, and will pick a fight with annnnyone. It hasn't gotten him killed yet, but likely will one day.
* Has a tendency to not listen to his Elders in the clan and often goes for the 'dangerous' prey when he hunts for food for the Den.
* Like many Gnolls he is scared of fire, a fact that thankfully keeps him away from most Orc camps.
- Not the biggest fan of Orcs, as he thinks all the territory they are taking belongs to the Gnolls instead.
Equipment: A set of leather armor with some chain inserts (the chain stolen from Orc camps), a curved hunting bow capable of causing severe damage to a Mammoth if striking the neck or eye, three balanced throwing blades (also stolen) two blades (a curved dagger and straight short sword(stolen)), and a backpack with quiver attachment for carrying all kinds of things.
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: -
NPCs: -
Biography:
Born to a normal family in the Black Muzzle Den, the Tribe leader at the time, after his whimpering babe form had been blessed, decided that he would be a hunter for the Den. So that's what he was trained to do. From the time he could first understand what end of the stick was for holding and for hitting he was trained to track and hunt.
He turned out to be very good at it and loved to do it as well as he was not only congratulated from the Den for good work but he got to eat the fruits of his labors, cooked just the way he liked it. When he was a teenager he was told that he wasn't allowed to hunt in the North anymore, as the Orcs had claimed that territory for themselves. Needless to say he wasn't pleased when his favorite territory was closed off to him and despite being told not to he went to the Northern territory to try and find out what had happened. He was disgusted with what he found.
Black machines and gunge everywhere, and the animals herded into pens so there was no need for Hunters like himself. The youngster was horrified at this and ran back home to try and tell the Elders to tell the Orcs to stop. But he was told no and to accept the alliance. However, very unlike what the Elders wanted this lit a fire in the Gnoll's heart, and so he has been hunting in the North whenever he can get away with it since then and stealing equipment from the Orcs whenever available. The Hunt Master aware of his poaching, but he was straight with the youngin - that he can do what he wishes in his endeavors, but should he be caught or injured the Den wouldn't be clamoring to his rescue since they needed the alliance.
RolePlay Sample:
Bakal, Gnoll Hunter
Near the coastline
On the Prowl.
Today would have been a perfect day. Yes...perfect day to go stealing from those smelly Orcs again. But no, he had been called to the Hunt Masters side to do some scouting and sapping of the Hoomans instead. At least he was permitted to kill these ones and then rob them. Not just rob and then hide. Looking up at a 'bird call', as the fleshy scouting party near-by did as well, the Hunter nodded as he notched an arrow and stood up as the signal had been given. The Hooman party was just eight strong, six guards and two plant stealers, but the Gnolls had brought along ten to make the ambush as arrow filled as possible.
Bakal was already readying another shaft as the first volley hit home in the mass of Humans. Three fell but the rest had cowered behind their metal plates and were madly blowing on a horn to try and get help as they shrilly screamed in addition to their horns. The Human camp was close by so their help would be fast, the Spotted pack leader wanting them to be scared to leave so attacking them right on the doorstep would be a good step. Another bird call was sounded however as Bakal was sighting down toward the female plant stealer, and with a growl of frustration he let the bow go slack as he and the other Harassers slipped back into the foliage cover, making more noise that necessary for the pale ones to think they had fled.
It did the trick as they started to finally move as their other party of help was approaching, but with a howling bark the arrows flew once more into their now exposed backs, taking down the rest. The howling laughter and barks of the Gnolls ringing in the rescue parties ears as there was now nothing for them to rescue. Just bodies for the looting. Despite being daemons and defilers they did know how to make a proper sword. And their armor was good for re-forging by the Orcs.