[center][sup][h1][I][b][color=black] KAELRUK[/color] [color=#00B347]K[/color][color=#1B9B3E]A[/color][color=#368335]E[/color][color=#516B2D]L[/color][color=#6D5324]R[/color][color=#883B1C]U[/color][color=#A32313]K[/color] [/b][/i][/h1][/sup][/center] [hider=Appearance] [centre][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019f7683-471e-72ce-8bc7-8e04f23c862d.webp[/img][/centre] [/hider] Name: Kaelruk Theme: [url=https://suno.com/s/nKeeEiV8nYhfy2nE]Link[/url] Equipped Titles: Beast, Anuran, Beastkin - Mundane Points at start: 105 Points spent: 140 Points Earned: 35 Character Grade: E Standing Grade: F Class: Artless Perks: Conscious Expansion (Beastkin Mundane) Strength: D (14) Precision: E (7) Intelligence: F (0) Vitality: E (7) Speed: E (7) Features:[list] [*]Skin: Green [*]Ears: Frog [*]Eyes: Beastial - horizontally elongated (Oval) [*]Long Tongue (7) [*]Webbed Appendages (7) [/list] Skills:[list] [*]Superstrength F (14) [*]Fast F (7) [*]Fighting Style [Unarmed] F (7)[list] [*]Accurate F (7) [*]Knockback F (7) [*]Linked F (0) [*]Reach (7)[/list] [*]Jumping E (14) [*]Area Knowledge: Native (Kabnak Greenwood) [*]Swimming F (Free from Webbed Appendages) [*]Darkvision F (7) [*]Heightened Sense (Sight) F (7) [/list] Abilities:[list] [*]Frog drop - Grade E - Cooldown 1 post(s) - Leaps high into the air, lashes his tongue onto a surface or enemy, then pulls himself down with crushing force to slam into the target.[list] [*][Jumping] E [*][Long Tongue] [*][Reach] F [*][Superstrength] F [*][Fighting style: Natural weapons] F[/list] [*]Rising kick - Grade E - Cooldown 1 post(s) - Springs upwards with a viscous kick[list] [*][Jumping] E [*][Fighting Style: Natural weapons] F[/list] [*]Chain fist straight punch - Grade F - Cooldown 0 post(s) - Chains punches ending with a straight punch which knocks target back[list] [*][Linked] F [*][Superstrength] F [*][Fighting Style: Natural weapons] F [*][Knockback] F[/list] [/list] Equipment:[list] [*]Natural weapons F (14)[/list] Assets:[list] [*]None[/list] Change Log:[list] [*]21/09/2025 - Character created [*]29/11/2025 - 35 pts earned - [West Empire - Qingliu] Fractured Bleeding Festival [*]10/07/2026 - 35 pts spent - Reach F 7pts, Jumping F > E 7pts, Darkvision F 7pts, Heightened Sense (sight) F (7), Webbed Appendages (Free swimming F) 7pts[/list] [hider=Backstory][justify][indent][indent] From the moment he could hop without toppling over, Kaelruk treated existence as a grand and irresistible game. The Greenwood around him seemed built for play, as if the world itself had been waiting for a creature bold enough to test every inch of it. Every stream shimmered like a dare, inviting him to cross it in a single impossible leap. Every fallen log became a narrow bridge demanding perfect balance. Every tree stood as a towering challenge, urging him to reach its highest branch without touching the ground more than once. While the other young Anurans moved from place to place with simple purpose, Kaelruk moved with a question that lived at the center of his heart. He asked it every morning, every afternoon, every time he saw something that looked even slightly difficult. “Can I do it?” Whenever the answer was yes, he immediately searched for something harder. It was never enough to succeed. He needed to discover the next thing that might defeat him. As he grew, the challenges grew with him. Streams became rivers that roared with spring melt. Trees became entire stretches of forest that he crossed without ever letting his feet touch the earth. Soon he was racing through the canopy with the speed of a creature born for the sky, launching from branch to branch, swinging around trunks with his tongue, balancing across limbs so narrow that even birds hesitated to land on them. He chased routes that were faster, cleaner, stranger, or simply more dangerous than anything he had attempted before. He fell. He fell often. He bruised himself. He failed. He lay winded on the forest floor, staring up at the branches he had missed. Then he climbed back up, found his footing, and tried again. Failure was never an ending for him. It was a signpost pointing toward improvement. Years passed, and Kaelruk continued to grow alongside his ambitions. He became larger than any Anuran in living memory, a towering figure whose strength, speed, and athleticism were spoken of with awe. Yet he never trained for the sake of becoming stronger. Every ounce of muscle, every impossible leap, every calloused hand was simply the natural result of chasing harder and harder challenges. His body became a record of his curiosity. Eventually, something unexpected happened. Kabnak Greenwood, the vast forest that had shaped his childhood, began to feel small. Every hunting trail was familiar. Every river had been crossed in every conceivable way. Every tree had been climbed, swung from, or used as a launching point. Every shortcut had become routine. The Greenwood had not changed. Kaelruk had. One quiet morning, he packed a small travelling bag and visited the elders who had raised him. He thanked them for their guidance and announced that he intended to leave. They asked him why, for Kabnak Greenwood had everything an Anuran could ever need. It offered safety, food, family, and peace. Kaelruk agreed. It had given him everything he needed. But not every challenge he wanted. He looked toward the distant mountains that rose beyond the Greenwood. Their peaks were sharp and cold, untouched by any Anuran. He pointed to them and answered simply, “I have never climbed those.” Many thought his decision foolish. Kaelruk did not argue. He only smiled, adjusted his travelling bag, and began walking toward the unknown. Since that day, Kaelruk has wandered wherever the road, river, or mountain leads. A sheer cliff becomes an invitation. A raging current becomes a puzzle. A martial arts tournament becomes a test of reflex and resolve. A monster said to be unbeatable becomes a question waiting to be answered. Each new obstacle is met with the same quiet determination that shaped his youth. If he succeeds, he looks for something harder. If he fails, he rises to his feet, wipes the dirt from his hands, and tries again. Many mistake him for a wandering hero, but Kaelruk has never sought fame, fortune, or glory. More often than not, he simply stumbles across someone struggling with a task and quietly takes it upon himself. He does not help because he pities them. He helps because the challenge itself calls to him. Whether carrying a cart through deep mud, hauling sacks of coal up a mountain path without spilling a single piece, or helping defend a village under attack, he throws himself into the task with complete focus and sincerity. When grateful people offer him coin, Kaelruk rarely understands their insistence. If he accepts anything at all, it is only enough to continue travelling. When asked why he expects no reward, his answer is always the same. “The work was rewarding enough.” Although he now wanders the world, Kabnak Greenwood remains his home. Every so often, his travels bring him back to its familiar ponds and towering trees. He spends a few peaceful days with family and friends, sharing stories from distant lands before quietly disappearing once more. The people of the Greenwood long ago stopped asking when he would finally settle down. They simply smile, wish him safe travels, and trust that sooner or later, the giant frog who could never resist a challenge will find his way home again.[/indent][/indent][/justify][/hider]