Post by hurricane on Apr 1, 2011 14:40:52 GMT -6
Name: Kjetil Bjork
Age: 20
Height: Stands at 8', but is 4' tall at the withers.
Weight: 600 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Panserbjørne, a race of bears clad in armor.
Appearance: A giant, short furred white bear wearing a thick "sky-iron" chestpiece, sideguards and helmet.
Personality: Kjetil is very driven, and fights valiantly for whatever he believes in, making him a strong ally. He comes across as insincere and callous, which is pretty much true. Kjetil usually has some biting remark in his fur, and isn't afraid to let it fly. He can be stubborn to the point of pure frustration, yet he is very stable emotionally.
Background: Kjetil was born to two genuinely stupid parents. They were under the constant service of a human who gave them scraps of meat to eat, and they didn't mind having all of their customs washed away by this human. His parent's master made the parents do tricks for his other human friends, which outraged the young cub-though he didn't know why. When he was 4, he left his parents to go to the upper areas of Norway- where he got his armor and learned how to do the race trades of metalworking and fighting. Once he learned how to do this, which took him 16 years to perfect, Kjetil left to explore the world on his own.
Roleplay Sample: Snow pounded from the sky as a large white mass stormed through the taiga. Dodging tree after tree with very little finesse, Kjetil stumbled slightly but still carried the satchel that was required of him to deliver. It was a job when jobs were hard to come by- a love letter and package to a girlfriend, but it would still pay. Being a hired hand wasn't a new idea to Kjetil, it was the lackey work that rubbed his fur wrong.
After combating the snow for a few more hours, he finally found the small oak cottage that was described to him, and he stopped short in the snow, almost running into the house itself. After regaining some of his stamina, he sat at the door and tapped it with his right front paw.
Almost immediately, a hurried, petite lady rushed to the door, a fiery look in her eyes.
"What took you so /long/?"
Kjetil couldn't believe this lady. /Really, woman? What took me so long?/ He barked at the woman, ice hanging on his words, "Well, when you run a package /half across Norway/, it takes a while."
The woman quickly took her package, gave Kjetil a hate-filled glare, and then threw 5 dollars at the bear, who sat in the freezing cold with an incredulous look.
Other (Abilities, etc):
Start: Can spot lies(unless he starts acting like a human).
Sky-iron armor grows stronger with the wearer, because in their culture, it is the bear's soul.
Breaking Point: Attempts to decorate his armor. It's a custom-they shouldn't try to act human, and decorating the armor is a very severe offense.
HP: 10
Physical Attack: 10
Physical Defense: 10
Special Attack: 2
Special Defense: 2
Speed: 2
Agility: 2
Skill: 2
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 10
Age: 20
Height: Stands at 8', but is 4' tall at the withers.
Weight: 600 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Panserbjørne, a race of bears clad in armor.
Appearance: A giant, short furred white bear wearing a thick "sky-iron" chestpiece, sideguards and helmet.
Personality: Kjetil is very driven, and fights valiantly for whatever he believes in, making him a strong ally. He comes across as insincere and callous, which is pretty much true. Kjetil usually has some biting remark in his fur, and isn't afraid to let it fly. He can be stubborn to the point of pure frustration, yet he is very stable emotionally.
Background: Kjetil was born to two genuinely stupid parents. They were under the constant service of a human who gave them scraps of meat to eat, and they didn't mind having all of their customs washed away by this human. His parent's master made the parents do tricks for his other human friends, which outraged the young cub-though he didn't know why. When he was 4, he left his parents to go to the upper areas of Norway- where he got his armor and learned how to do the race trades of metalworking and fighting. Once he learned how to do this, which took him 16 years to perfect, Kjetil left to explore the world on his own.
Roleplay Sample: Snow pounded from the sky as a large white mass stormed through the taiga. Dodging tree after tree with very little finesse, Kjetil stumbled slightly but still carried the satchel that was required of him to deliver. It was a job when jobs were hard to come by- a love letter and package to a girlfriend, but it would still pay. Being a hired hand wasn't a new idea to Kjetil, it was the lackey work that rubbed his fur wrong.
After combating the snow for a few more hours, he finally found the small oak cottage that was described to him, and he stopped short in the snow, almost running into the house itself. After regaining some of his stamina, he sat at the door and tapped it with his right front paw.
Almost immediately, a hurried, petite lady rushed to the door, a fiery look in her eyes.
"What took you so /long/?"
Kjetil couldn't believe this lady. /Really, woman? What took me so long?/ He barked at the woman, ice hanging on his words, "Well, when you run a package /half across Norway/, it takes a while."
The woman quickly took her package, gave Kjetil a hate-filled glare, and then threw 5 dollars at the bear, who sat in the freezing cold with an incredulous look.
Other (Abilities, etc):
Start: Can spot lies(unless he starts acting like a human).
Sky-iron armor grows stronger with the wearer, because in their culture, it is the bear's soul.
Breaking Point: Attempts to decorate his armor. It's a custom-they shouldn't try to act human, and decorating the armor is a very severe offense.
HP: 10
Physical Attack: 10
Physical Defense: 10
Special Attack: 2
Special Defense: 2
Speed: 2
Agility: 2
Skill: 2
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 10