Post by Dengar on Oct 18, 2010 1:32:40 GMT -6
Dengar
vitals
nick names = Wingless Rider
gender = male
age = 30
race = Goblin
homeworld = Heimdall
areas of skill = Inspirational, good at leading people. Especially in combat. Skilled in hand to hand combat. Slightly skilled in using a forge.
preferred profession = Hunting
starting location = Heimdall[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = Thick black dreadlocks
eyes = Deep hazelnut brown
distinguishing features = A prominent scar above his left eye. Nose ring. A missing tooth on his bottom jaw. Missing his right ring finger. Looks older then his actual age because of the harsh lifestyle he has lead.[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = Wingless dragons, other races.
strengths = Ability to lead others, inspires those under his command.
weaknesses = Arrogance, quick temper, he's also a racist.
describe full personality =Dengar is very intelligent for a Goblin. He's much more calculating and thoughtful then his brethren. Because of his past and the things he has accomplished, he has an extremely inflated view of himself. This has lead to many fights, which are made worse by his quick temper. He has a very powerful voice, which he uses to great effect when making a speech to a large crowd. He is also an extreme bigot, which makes some of his speeches quite flavorful. He believes all races are inferior to Goblins, and that only Goblins should live on Heimdall.[/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Dengar was born to one of the Goblin camps deeper in to the desert then the others. Because of this, he has had much more then his fair share of involvements with the Wingless Dragons. His parents died to one such attack shortly after he was born. Of course, such deaths were common among Goblins, especially with the location of his camp. It hurt, but didn't leave a massive hole in his heart as it would to other species like humans. He moved on with his life and grew to full size at twelve, which is normal for Goblins.
Once large enough to take on a profession, Dengar now only had to choose one. His first choice was in ancient style forging. He spend just a year and a half at this before growing bored of it. It required a level of patience beyond his youthful curiosity. His next choice brought him in contact with a hated enemy of the Goblins. The wingless dragons. He became a hunter, and took to it like a moth to flame. He wasn't the most skilled hunter, but he was very passionate about it, unlike forging. This gave him the drive to be patient and vigilant for clues, which were extremely difficult to spot in the desert. He hunted the smaller reptiles and mammals for six and a half years and loved every second of it.
Just a few months after his twentieth birthday, Dengar decided to challenge himself in his hunting skills. He waited until one of the wingless dragons attacked his village and then tracked it back to its nest. He was in luck, it was a female with a clutch of eggs. He staked out the nest for four days, watching the females every move and habit. Right off the bat, he had noticed the female was injured. Seemed one of the bulls from the local ranch had fought back and won. Other, but equally important, things appeared. How the nest was built, what direction she normally entered it, how many eggs in the nest and how often she went out hunting.
After the four days, Dengar attacked. He could have used one of the humans weapons, it would have made an instant and quick kill, but wouldn't have felt right. Instead, he had with him just two weapons. A hand-in-a-half sword and a short bow with two arrows. As the dragon exited the nest and went out into the open, Dengar let off an arrow. It hit, but missed its mark. Instead of killing or severely injuring the beast, it simply imbedded in the top of its shoulder. He quickly knotted another arrow and aimed, but the beast was already charging him. He let it loose, and the arrow shot straight into the creatures open mouth, its roar cut off. It was, hands down, the luckiest shot Dengar has ever had. The beast faltered and fell, but didn't die.
Dengar moved quickly from his hiding spot, shaking the sand off his back. He approached the creature and ended its suffering with a quick stab through the heart. He then moved from the dead creature and to the eggs, which had been his real intention. He gathered them up into a sack and returned to his camp. For several months, he incubated the eggs with assistance from some human technology. After they hatched, Dengar domesticated them and trained them. This took, in all, five years to happen.
With these new creatures under his command, Dengar set out conquering other Goblin tribes and families. He taught a select few how to capture and train the dragons, and soon had himself a massive army. At the age of 28, Dengar declared war on the Dwarves of Heimdall. Ever since, Dengar has been leading his Goblin hordes against the Dwarves, trying to drive them off the planet.
role play example =
Dengar stood over the metal device, peering through the small, two inch wide glass window at the contents inside. It was an egg incubator that he had stolen from the spaceport and that he was now using to hatch the wingless dragon eggs. The monitors had started reading abnormal activity inside a few of the eggs, and so had alerted Dengar to the changes. For the last hour, he had stood over the device, watching the eggs. They had begun to twitch and move slightly in the last few minutes which were obvious signs of hatching. "Soon," he thought, "I'll have my little pets to help me remove those blasted Dwarves from my planet."
Finally, one of the eggs stopped moving and a crack formed at the tip. Slowly, it widened and soon a small reptilian snout could be seen poking out. Dengar's breathing turned erratic, as if he had just run a long distance. He clenched the sides of the incubator, his knuckles turning white with the pressure. The snout opened, and split the egg in two. The little baby dragon forced the top half of the egg shell off and looked around. It spotted Dengar and growled at it, though it sounded more cute then threatening. "Finally," Dengar breathed. "The end of the Dwarves has begun!"
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the real you
age = 19
how did you find us? = Advertisement on separate board
any last words? = ... That's what SHE said![/size][/ul][/font]
