[hider=Ushnekh][hider=Yung Orcboi] [Center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6ncA1qo.png[/img][/Center][/hider] [u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Ushnekh [u][b]Current Stats:[/b][/u] Level: [b]1[/b] | Form: [b]Orc Runt[/b] | Tier: [b]2[/b] [u][b]Current Skills:[/b][/u][list] [*][b]Ingestion[/b] - [i]After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.[/i] [*][b]Earth Wave -[/b] Rank I - [i]An AOE spell focused on the caster, with the associated Element's effect. At Rank I, Earth Wave creates a seismic movement within a 5 foot radius all around the caster, violently throwing targets affected by it to the ground where they're battered and pushed until they're outside the area of effect. Even if a target manages to keep their balance, moving over the terrain becomes very difficult.[/i] [*]Empty Skill Slot [*]Empty Skill Slot[/list] [u][b]Equipment and Inventory:[/b][/u][list] [*][b]Swaddling Pelts[/b] - Equip, Clothes - [i]Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.[/i] [*][b]Wooden Stick[/b] - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - [i]A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.[/i] [*][b]Sharp Rock[/b] - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - [i]A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.[/i][/list] [u][b]True Age:[/b][/u] 32 [u][b]Past Life:[/b][/u][hider=] Born the middle child of his family in Northern New England, Markus Beck grew up rather... Unremarkable. Throughout the years spent in a monotonous cycle of schooling and wagecucking-- little existed in terms of "New and Exciting" to add spice to his mediocre life. Despite the time spent in pursuit of various hobbies, sports, and clubs-- everything felt... Empty. Dull. Constrained. Like there was something more to life that lay just outside his grasp. It happened in his Senior year of High School. Though Markus was hardly an enthusiast when it came to recreational drug use, it was an especially strong tab of Acid; of all things, that changed his life forever. The trip had been surreal; even moreso than any other time he had partaken. Visions of ancient cities, magnificent castles, breathtaking natural formations, and strange rituals flooded the young man's mind. Three days later the trip had finally ended, Markus awaking to find himself back in his room, surrounded by books of History, Geography, and Obscure religious texts. At last, a spark of inspiration settled within the young man's heart. The following years of Markus' life would be fervently dedicated to studies of Archeology, striving to obtain grants and funding enough to finance his newfound dream. Paper after paper, project after project, Markus' fanatical search for another glimpse of the beauty and wisdom held within the remnants the world that once was. Again and again and again he failed to find what he was looking for. There was nothing to find in the places he searched. Nothing [i]new[/i] he could claw free from the clutches of time-- regardless of how far and wide he scoured the land in search of that scrap of enlightenment. It was when he was reading an old Bhuddist manuscript that he found his answer. [i][b]'Seek Truth Within'[/b][/i] How could he have been so foolish? To seek that which has long evaded the light of the Sun-- one would naturally seek within the Earth. For years more, Markus scoured the world-- delving into the deepest ravines, the darkest caves; he searched. And then he found it. Deep underground, within a cave that had long lain hidden under thousands of pounds of snow in the Himalayan peaks-- a cavern that stretched deep into the Earth below through collapsed passages and winding, twisted, and choked pathways. The descent alone had taken another two years of Markus' life, so many times he had traversed to and fro in the stony halls that he could nearly walk the entire system blind. But as the last bits of stone were pulled away from yet another collapsed branch of tunnel; the Delver's prize was at last revealed. An ancient underground temple of unknown design stood before him, dedicated to a long dead faith. Markus strode forth into the darkness; his hand tracing gently over the carvings adorning the temple's inner walls... Until the darkness gave him a suffocating caress of it's own. The Man's body stood rigid as he felt thousands of gazes tranfix upon him from within the void. Only the growl of the Temple's long forgotten deity was heard as it's steel face and gleaming white eyes accepted the fool as a long awaited sacrifice. Truly a shame that such a dedicated mind succumbed to the gas leak before he could realize his dream. [/hider] [u][b]New Life:[/b][/u] Day 0, Ork Runt > Awakening [/hider]