Post by xilscor on Aug 2, 2011 23:14:29 GMT -5
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Xilscor is a Ungrith’tar, or a minotaur. He is seven foot, eleven inches tall and approximately 536 pounds. His fur is a shimmering silvery white color, with more silver to the white. His horns are long and have a double curve in them, curving upwards slightly away from his before moving forward and curving outwards away from each other then towards each other and finally going straight several inches.He has long, talon like fingernails which he uses in in hand to hand combat, and his hooves are three and half inches thick, capable of denting steel with out cracking.
Xilscor is a very religious being, praying often for strength, protection, and guidance. Being a minotaur, he as some anger management issues, but he tries to contain the outbursts, trying to make friends. Despite his size, he has a very tender heart towards his friends, and loyal as anybody could possibly imagine, willing to risk his very life for them. He is mostly kind and caring, his heart as big as his body. However, if you manage to get on his bad side, run as fast and as far as you can because your very life is in danger.
Xilscor is a very religious being, praying often for strength, protection, and guidance. Being a minotaur, he as some anger management issues, but he tries to contain the outbursts, trying to make friends. Despite his size, he has a very tender heart towards his friends, and loyal as anybody could possibly imagine, willing to risk his very life for them. He is mostly kind and caring, his heart as big as his body. However, if you manage to get on his bad side, run as fast and as far as you can because your very life is in danger.
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"Silverback", Xilscor
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sweet 36
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Male
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born a, Ungrith’tar (Minotaur)
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XILSCOR is, Seven feet and eleven inches(7'11") tall.
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Romania
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Straight
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MARRIED?(N)
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Crusade - The ability to pray for blessing from your patron God/Goddess and receive divine favor, making one more powerful, resistant to disease, and increase one’s endurance. (-50)
Religious Plate - The ability to have armor blessed by your patron God/Goddess to make it increase your rate of healing slightly. (-50)
Heal - The ability to heal wounds. (-50)
Hellstream - The ability to summon a beam of concentrated light to erupt from the ground and cause damage to an individual. There is a 5% chance of something in the inventory of someone that gets hit by a Hellstream disintegrating from the power of the Hellstream. (-50)
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Xilscor owns two two-handed battle axes and one giant claymore. He doesn't carry them all, he either has the two axes or the sword.
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He is usually seen in his plate mail armor which covers his chest, shoulders, and thighs. He also has metal gauntlets to protect his hands and wrist. When not wearing his armor, he usually just wears a simple leather loin cloth, or some plain unadorned cloths if in a more public setting.
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None, he has his legs
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He wears a necklace around his neck, a simple leather thong through a horn that he got after his fiancee died.
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LAWFUL
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GOOD
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Running
,Eating
,Praising his god
,Protecting his friends
,Nature
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Power hungry people
,People calling him a minotaur rather then an Ungrith’tar
,People who blaspheme his god
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Falling from his god's grace
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Praying, and running
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Born in the back woods of the country of Romania, Xilscor grew up a rather peculiar life. Born with an extremely different fur color then any other Ungrith’tar, his fur was a shimmery whitish, silver. Because of this, he was immediately marked as an outside and ostracized by his own peers, and many older Ungrith’tar as well. At an average size, Xilscor was at a disadvantage to the his siblings and even his own aged youngsters. The older and/or bigger Ungrith’tar picked on him relentlessly, calling him Silverback and saying he wasn't true Ungrith’tar, that his mother had mated with a gorilla. Xilscor fell into himself, searching deep and yearning for a companion. He had heard about a god, a god of nature and living things. Perhaps this god could be his friend.
Xilscor began to pray to this god every day, hoping he heard him and would help him. Years passed, and the male found a mate, and began to court her. As she slowly began to accept his advances, the bullies found it preposterous that she would accept him over them. One day, three of them joined together, and ripped his fiancee apart before his eyes. Sobbing, Xilscor salvaged a bit of her broken horn, and vowed to get revenge, praying and asking his god for help. In his quest for vengeance, he slowly learned something that no Ungrith’tar in his clan had learned before. Sheer strength and brute force did not always win the day. Intelligence was key to survival. He began to explore the woods around his small community, learning to set traps and tricks from the very material found in the nature around him. He finally accomplished his goal one day. Luring the three bullies into the woods with a promise for a fight to the death, they fell into a cleverly disguised pit,filled with poisonous snakes and spiders. As their dying screams filled his ears, Xilscor made his way into the world on foot, his armor clad body clinking softly, his two battle axes upon his back. He dropped his clan name there, and took upon himself the name his bullies and antagonists had bestowed upon him, "Silverback".
Xilscor grew older, wandering the country and then out of the country, learning about nature, and praying and blessing his god for the victory he had given him over his once tormentors. He did odd jobs, earning money where he could. Being a hired soldier here, pulling a plow there despite the obviously degradation brought upon him. He didn't care. He was certain that his god had a reason for it, and would not lead him astray. He saved up his money, finally having enough to buy a enormous claymore to add to his arsenal of formidable weaponry. Deciding to move on, he wondered where his god would take him next.
Xilscor began to pray to this god every day, hoping he heard him and would help him. Years passed, and the male found a mate, and began to court her. As she slowly began to accept his advances, the bullies found it preposterous that she would accept him over them. One day, three of them joined together, and ripped his fiancee apart before his eyes. Sobbing, Xilscor salvaged a bit of her broken horn, and vowed to get revenge, praying and asking his god for help. In his quest for vengeance, he slowly learned something that no Ungrith’tar in his clan had learned before. Sheer strength and brute force did not always win the day. Intelligence was key to survival. He began to explore the woods around his small community, learning to set traps and tricks from the very material found in the nature around him. He finally accomplished his goal one day. Luring the three bullies into the woods with a promise for a fight to the death, they fell into a cleverly disguised pit,filled with poisonous snakes and spiders. As their dying screams filled his ears, Xilscor made his way into the world on foot, his armor clad body clinking softly, his two battle axes upon his back. He dropped his clan name there, and took upon himself the name his bullies and antagonists had bestowed upon him, "Silverback".
Xilscor grew older, wandering the country and then out of the country, learning about nature, and praying and blessing his god for the victory he had given him over his once tormentors. He did odd jobs, earning money where he could. Being a hired soldier here, pulling a plow there despite the obviously degradation brought upon him. He didn't care. He was certain that his god had a reason for it, and would not lead him astray. He saved up his money, finally having enough to buy a enormous claymore to add to his arsenal of formidable weaponry. Deciding to move on, he wondered where his god would take him next.
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And no objections here bout him being a follower. Nope.