[M:10:50:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=gotopost&board=cs&thread=910&post=26648]Post by Khorek on Jul 8, 2013 14:59:09 GMT -5
Name: 'Snakebite' Khorek
Race: Laskan
Age: 24
Physical Description: Khorek is a Laskan of the fleetfoot persuasion and much like any other fleetfoot, looks quite like a common Ferret, or Stoat. At all of 5' 2'', his physique is decidedly quite humanoid, though there is no mistaking his large feet, tail and inquisitive face with sensitive whiskers. Khorek is rather average with his tea-brown fur and pale underbelly, though he does have the distinction of a black band that is smeared across his eyes til it reaches his large, nervous ears.
Khorek is not large, as fleetfoots are not large. His body is built for motion and contortion, his legs wound like springs, his spine as supple as a willow and his body sleek. He is perfectly average in most regards with little that distinguishes him from other fleetfoots, other than the rarity of his kind in this part of the realms.
Talents:
Background:
Khorek has no tragic past. No death of his family, no being orphaned or enslaved, no amnesia, no substance abuse, no curse and no vengeful plot stirring in his mind. All things considered, Khorek has had a perfectly respectable life with a respectable family. At least, until he left home. As a young kit, Khorek was borne to his Father Mordin (a broadback of no small notoriety, famed for his stalwartness in battle) and his Mother Fursoo (a roughneck with the reputation of being one of few Laskans with a battle lust to equal Mordin's own). His litter included two brothers, Azuk and Bodrin; both of whom were broadbacks. It was unusual that his parents should birth a fleetfoot such as he, but it was not unheard of. Regardless, he was well loved and cared for and had everything that a middle-upper class, war-faring clan Laskan could want. Should he have been selfish, he may well have been spoiled and on no occasion, did Khorek go wanting or hungry. The only usual thing about Khorek was a rather strange sense of melancholy, or detachment. Never was he excited, or upset.
As was customary in the war-faring clans, he and his brothers were expected to be in the military. Whilst it was assumed that Khorek would make a fine scout (a profession not quite as note-worthy as say, a cleric or a paragon,), Khorek actually studied many facets of the military caste system. This was an impressive achievement gives his mental aptitude but unfortunately, Khoreks smaller frame meant that being a warrior would prove troublesome; should he choose to pursue that path. Alas, he did not and much to the confusion and temporary denial of his parents and siblings; Khorek spent much of his time maintaining and repairing the cadets gear and investigating all manner of things. Whilst others trained, Khorek explored, dismantled and invented all manner of useless objects. It was quite apparent that a life in battle was not quite what the fates had in store for him.
The earning of his nickname is in fact the one occasion in which Khorek was seen to enter battle in his homeland. It is a misnomer that he is called 'Snakebite' due to poison weaponry, or the speed of his strikes as some might whisper in more clandestine circles and in fact, the truth is much simpler and far less thrilling. When he and his two brothers were playing in the fort at the back of their property one morning, a large viper startled the three. Whilst his two brothers quickly scrambled to find a rock, or a branch to dispatch the creature, they turned about to find Khorek, tail stiff and fur bristled, rolling on the ground with the deadly creature. When the dust cleared, there sat Khorek, the now broken neck of the snake between his rather point teeth. Presently, he does not care what people call him, but more is known of his exploits as 'Snakebite' rather than perfectly average Khorek, the Laskan.
Nowadays, Khorek lives a simple enough life, far from the shores of his home land. Recent events have seen him robbed of his equipment, a peculiar clockwork bow and unique arrows that he himself crafted. These are but minor set backs as he knows his trade very well and his skills are employable in less scrupulous towns such as Wistvale. He has no qualms with stealing, breaking and entering, spying and should the coin be enough, murder. Perhaps it is that same melancholy demeanor, or perhaps it is the lesser value that Laskan's tend to place upon their mortality. Whatever the reason, 'Snakebite' Khorek has found his place in the world and if he has it his way, few shall ever know of it.
Race: Laskan
Age: 24
Physical Description: Khorek is a Laskan of the fleetfoot persuasion and much like any other fleetfoot, looks quite like a common Ferret, or Stoat. At all of 5' 2'', his physique is decidedly quite humanoid, though there is no mistaking his large feet, tail and inquisitive face with sensitive whiskers. Khorek is rather average with his tea-brown fur and pale underbelly, though he does have the distinction of a black band that is smeared across his eyes til it reaches his large, nervous ears.
Khorek is not large, as fleetfoots are not large. His body is built for motion and contortion, his legs wound like springs, his spine as supple as a willow and his body sleek. He is perfectly average in most regards with little that distinguishes him from other fleetfoots, other than the rarity of his kind in this part of the realms.
Talents:
Background:
Khorek has no tragic past. No death of his family, no being orphaned or enslaved, no amnesia, no substance abuse, no curse and no vengeful plot stirring in his mind. All things considered, Khorek has had a perfectly respectable life with a respectable family. At least, until he left home. As a young kit, Khorek was borne to his Father Mordin (a broadback of no small notoriety, famed for his stalwartness in battle) and his Mother Fursoo (a roughneck with the reputation of being one of few Laskans with a battle lust to equal Mordin's own). His litter included two brothers, Azuk and Bodrin; both of whom were broadbacks. It was unusual that his parents should birth a fleetfoot such as he, but it was not unheard of. Regardless, he was well loved and cared for and had everything that a middle-upper class, war-faring clan Laskan could want. Should he have been selfish, he may well have been spoiled and on no occasion, did Khorek go wanting or hungry. The only usual thing about Khorek was a rather strange sense of melancholy, or detachment. Never was he excited, or upset.
As was customary in the war-faring clans, he and his brothers were expected to be in the military. Whilst it was assumed that Khorek would make a fine scout (a profession not quite as note-worthy as say, a cleric or a paragon,), Khorek actually studied many facets of the military caste system. This was an impressive achievement gives his mental aptitude but unfortunately, Khoreks smaller frame meant that being a warrior would prove troublesome; should he choose to pursue that path. Alas, he did not and much to the confusion and temporary denial of his parents and siblings; Khorek spent much of his time maintaining and repairing the cadets gear and investigating all manner of things. Whilst others trained, Khorek explored, dismantled and invented all manner of useless objects. It was quite apparent that a life in battle was not quite what the fates had in store for him.
The earning of his nickname is in fact the one occasion in which Khorek was seen to enter battle in his homeland. It is a misnomer that he is called 'Snakebite' due to poison weaponry, or the speed of his strikes as some might whisper in more clandestine circles and in fact, the truth is much simpler and far less thrilling. When he and his two brothers were playing in the fort at the back of their property one morning, a large viper startled the three. Whilst his two brothers quickly scrambled to find a rock, or a branch to dispatch the creature, they turned about to find Khorek, tail stiff and fur bristled, rolling on the ground with the deadly creature. When the dust cleared, there sat Khorek, the now broken neck of the snake between his rather point teeth. Presently, he does not care what people call him, but more is known of his exploits as 'Snakebite' rather than perfectly average Khorek, the Laskan.
Nowadays, Khorek lives a simple enough life, far from the shores of his home land. Recent events have seen him robbed of his equipment, a peculiar clockwork bow and unique arrows that he himself crafted. These are but minor set backs as he knows his trade very well and his skills are employable in less scrupulous towns such as Wistvale. He has no qualms with stealing, breaking and entering, spying and should the coin be enough, murder. Perhaps it is that same melancholy demeanor, or perhaps it is the lesser value that Laskan's tend to place upon their mortality. Whatever the reason, 'Snakebite' Khorek has found his place in the world and if he has it his way, few shall ever know of it.
