Post by icehorn on Mar 8, 2015 21:46:59 GMT -8
Kurchak Argax Icehorn
Who do you work for?:
None
Theme song:
Get off of my back by Bryan Adams
Physical/Psychological Description:
Kurchak, when in the public eyes, appears to be a minotaur with snow white fur and eyes as blue as pristine ice. He towers above the average human at 7 feet and is extremely muscular. He is distrusting of most any human he comes across as they were the ones to drive the minotaurs to near extinction along with dragons. With the distrust comes the reflex to act before asking if he feels threatened.
Playby :
A minotaur
Age:
216
Gender:
Male
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Dragon
Height:
7 feet (minotaur) 20 feet (dragon)
Weight:
300
What is it you're looking for?:
Heterosexual
Hooking up?:
Single
Class::
My Profession IsFighter
Languages:
The languages I speak are Draconic, Russian, and English
Statistics:
The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.
Strength:16+2=18
Dexterity:18-2=16
Constitution:14
Intelligence:10
Wisdom:12
Charisma:14+2=16
Dexterity:18-2=16
Constitution:14
Intelligence:10
Wisdom:12
Charisma:14+2=16
Abilities:
Natural: Flight(wings), Berserker (free), Brawler (50), mantra 1 (50), Call of the Wild(50), Shapeshift lvl 3 (150), Ice 1 (50)
Weapon(s):
2 handed double bladed axe
Transportation:
Himself
Disposition to the Law:
Chaotic
Alignment:
Neutral
Phobias:
Fire
Obsession:
Snow, Ice, strength
Vice:
Wrath
Virtue:
Background:
Aragx was born of a white dragon clutch, his mother a young thing herself. It had been a rough life growing up as they moved constantly as it seemed that hunters were becoming more and more frequent in the lands, seeking to destroy any dragon they came across. They retreated to the mountain, high above the world of man and there they lived with relative saftey in the heart of a mountain. It seemed to be a fine arangement as the men didn't seem to have the means to brave the bitter cold of the high elevations but there was also a lack of food. This problem had Argax and his siblings remaining in the cave while their mother went out in search of food. At first it seemed to work out well enough, his mother bringing back deer or rabbits for them to feast on. But over time it became harder and harder for her to find, spending more time away from the cave. It became normal for his mother to be gone for days at a time, but this caused Argax and his clutchmates to venture outside the cave to explore. He himself was a bit bolder, venturing further down the jagged peaks than his kin, sniffing out small rodents in holes, barely big enough for him to fit. He was on his way home after one such excusion, his mother having been gone for nearly a week, when he heard an odd sound that reminded him of thunder. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky for there to be any thunder. He followed the sound down the mountain, wondering what was causing such a commotion, and came across a clan of hunters that had been chasing another dragon down. They chased him through the forest, but he was small enough to go through some tighter fitting places and managed to get away, but at the cost of having become very lost. As darkness set in, he digs out a little hole under one of the larger trees and curls up, realizing that there was little chance of finding his way home and the odds of his mother coming to look for him weren't good as he was in hunter lands. He was going to have to survive on his own.
Many years later, Argax had made himself a home in a glacier, deep in the heart of the blue ice. He found that few people ever ventured inside these places and he was able to make the ice do what he wanted with some effort. It became easier over time, willing the ice to form around the place he slumbered in. He prefered to keep himself isolated from the world when he didn't have to be out hunting for food, figuring that his sleep time was the time he was most vulnerable. This day, however, was a hunting day. His stores of food had grown increadibly low and he needed to replensih and not to mention stretch his legs. He couldn't spend much time hidden away from man and he felt confident enough that he could get away if he needed to from them. He emerges from his cave ever attentive to his surroundings, as humans were known to use traps and the like to capture wile animals, before stepping out and taking flight. Flying along the cliffs of the mountain range, he happens to notice a tribe of minotaur, managing to make a living in the ice and snow. He was so interested in the tribe there, watching a small group heading out with bows and spears, that he didn't notice the camp of hunters until he felt something pierce through the muscles of his wing that sent him crashing into the ground. His vision clears as he hears the sound of many men approaching, the clanging of their metal armor ringing and causing the headache he felt to increase. But he mananages to get to his feet just before the first set of people come into view and pelts them all with shards of ice from the rocks, driving them back. He then turns and runs, one of his wings to damaged to fly, down the path that ran through the mountains, the men giving chase. As luck would have it, he manages to catch sight of the minotaurs that he had seen heading out from their village and figuring that they might be able to help he lumbers in their direction. As he moved, his mind raced, thinking about how he could convince the creatures to save him. He brought to mind the image of the minotaurs to his mind and when he burst out on the confused hunting party, Argax was now a snow white minotaur, appearing to have been wounded by the hunters. Seeing this sent the others into a rage and attacked the men as they came out, surprised to see what had only been called a myth or legend of the bullmen. In the shock, many men died before they ran back from whence they came, some vowing to give up hunting for the rest of their lives if they managed to live to make it home.
After the ordeal, Argax was taken back to the camp and his wounds tended to. It had been some time since the dragon had seen any kind of hospitality of any sort. Granted he looked like them and so it only seemed fitting for them to care for one of their own. But he was still cautious , not sure on their outlook on dragons in general. But as he watched them, he noticed that they seemed to be more in tune with living off the land and returning to the earth as well. Through the minotaur he learned about Rhaego and Cadus, the keepers of nature and seasons. It seemed like they were some gods he could really get behind, especially when it came to those hunters. And so he decided to remain among them, feeling there was security in this new family he found and took on the name Kurchak Icehorn, and trained himself to be a fierce and devoted warrior that men would come to fear.
Zodiac Sign:
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Virtue:
Diligence
Background:
Aragx was born of a white dragon clutch, his mother a young thing herself. It had been a rough life growing up as they moved constantly as it seemed that hunters were becoming more and more frequent in the lands, seeking to destroy any dragon they came across. They retreated to the mountain, high above the world of man and there they lived with relative saftey in the heart of a mountain. It seemed to be a fine arangement as the men didn't seem to have the means to brave the bitter cold of the high elevations but there was also a lack of food. This problem had Argax and his siblings remaining in the cave while their mother went out in search of food. At first it seemed to work out well enough, his mother bringing back deer or rabbits for them to feast on. But over time it became harder and harder for her to find, spending more time away from the cave. It became normal for his mother to be gone for days at a time, but this caused Argax and his clutchmates to venture outside the cave to explore. He himself was a bit bolder, venturing further down the jagged peaks than his kin, sniffing out small rodents in holes, barely big enough for him to fit. He was on his way home after one such excusion, his mother having been gone for nearly a week, when he heard an odd sound that reminded him of thunder. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky for there to be any thunder. He followed the sound down the mountain, wondering what was causing such a commotion, and came across a clan of hunters that had been chasing another dragon down. They chased him through the forest, but he was small enough to go through some tighter fitting places and managed to get away, but at the cost of having become very lost. As darkness set in, he digs out a little hole under one of the larger trees and curls up, realizing that there was little chance of finding his way home and the odds of his mother coming to look for him weren't good as he was in hunter lands. He was going to have to survive on his own.
Many years later, Argax had made himself a home in a glacier, deep in the heart of the blue ice. He found that few people ever ventured inside these places and he was able to make the ice do what he wanted with some effort. It became easier over time, willing the ice to form around the place he slumbered in. He prefered to keep himself isolated from the world when he didn't have to be out hunting for food, figuring that his sleep time was the time he was most vulnerable. This day, however, was a hunting day. His stores of food had grown increadibly low and he needed to replensih and not to mention stretch his legs. He couldn't spend much time hidden away from man and he felt confident enough that he could get away if he needed to from them. He emerges from his cave ever attentive to his surroundings, as humans were known to use traps and the like to capture wile animals, before stepping out and taking flight. Flying along the cliffs of the mountain range, he happens to notice a tribe of minotaur, managing to make a living in the ice and snow. He was so interested in the tribe there, watching a small group heading out with bows and spears, that he didn't notice the camp of hunters until he felt something pierce through the muscles of his wing that sent him crashing into the ground. His vision clears as he hears the sound of many men approaching, the clanging of their metal armor ringing and causing the headache he felt to increase. But he mananages to get to his feet just before the first set of people come into view and pelts them all with shards of ice from the rocks, driving them back. He then turns and runs, one of his wings to damaged to fly, down the path that ran through the mountains, the men giving chase. As luck would have it, he manages to catch sight of the minotaurs that he had seen heading out from their village and figuring that they might be able to help he lumbers in their direction. As he moved, his mind raced, thinking about how he could convince the creatures to save him. He brought to mind the image of the minotaurs to his mind and when he burst out on the confused hunting party, Argax was now a snow white minotaur, appearing to have been wounded by the hunters. Seeing this sent the others into a rage and attacked the men as they came out, surprised to see what had only been called a myth or legend of the bullmen. In the shock, many men died before they ran back from whence they came, some vowing to give up hunting for the rest of their lives if they managed to live to make it home.
After the ordeal, Argax was taken back to the camp and his wounds tended to. It had been some time since the dragon had seen any kind of hospitality of any sort. Granted he looked like them and so it only seemed fitting for them to care for one of their own. But he was still cautious , not sure on their outlook on dragons in general. But as he watched them, he noticed that they seemed to be more in tune with living off the land and returning to the earth as well. Through the minotaur he learned about Rhaego and Cadus, the keepers of nature and seasons. It seemed like they were some gods he could really get behind, especially when it came to those hunters. And so he decided to remain among them, feeling there was security in this new family he found and took on the name Kurchak Icehorn, and trained himself to be a fierce and devoted warrior that men would come to fear.
Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
Do you have what the vamps like?:
O-
Follows Rhaego and Cadus
