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From the weakest goblin to the strongest God (re: monster rp)

Wait-- We're goblins! NOT ORKS!!!!

From the weakest goblin to the strongest God (re: monster rp)

WAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Rune_Alchemist@ERode@Pyromania99@PaulHaynek

Donovan's brow raised slightly at Isidore's outright avoidance of the question. He'd honestly half expected the man to refuse outright. Augusta's more vocal refusal however, was just as he'd thought it would be. The man sighed as he shook his head. He knew that there was little chance to convince the others of dealing with the seed to begin with, but he'd pointlessly hoped that they wouldn't be that hasty to take up rearing a demon factory. Even if the reasoning Augusta argued at first glance was certainly reasonable, her earlier outburst in the prison led him to believe there was more to it than that. As much as he wanted to pretend he didn't notice, he couldn't help but feel like there was an ulterior motive.

"Well lass--" Don spoke, clearing his throat, "Aye never said that purifyin' tha seed would destroy et. Hell, may even change intah somethin new fer all we know... Besides, don't yer gift tell ya everythin bout stuff when ya use it?" he then turned, gesturing in the from whence they first came, "An' if yer worried bout' momma demon comin back fer vengence; assumin it ain't alreadeh dead... Alls weh gotta do is destroy th' path weh took tah get here."

Donovan gazed at the ascending sun with squinted eyes, shaking his head once more as he took hold of his armaments.

"But..."

He turned toward the others slowly, fixing a stern gaze on the small group of near-strangers.

"I ain't gonna waste breath arguin' with you lot. Aye got work tah do-- and little time tah do et... Stay safe, the lot o yah. An' whatever yah do, don't trust th' damn demons."

With that, he began his trudge northward.

From the weakest goblin to the strongest God (re: monster rp)

Ren

Name: Ren

Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, strong, hobgoblin. Has pitch black eyes, and stone gray skin. Visibly restless when unoccupied.

Personality: Very intuitive/Curious; Likes to learn how things work, has a passion for creating things, CANNOT STAND BEING IDLE. Will toy, tinker, and experiment to learn all he can about any given object. Also very adventurous; likes to explore. Typically compassionate and friendly; despises pointless cruelty. Despite his friendly disposition, Ren often pretends to be a simpleton when among others so he can work without distraction, and dedicate his full attention toward any given task.

Past Life History: Was once a very skilled engineer, his innate need for knowledge fueling his endless innovation. Met his untimely demise when the energy output of his new engine design was too much for the materials it was made of during a test; the resulting explosion leveled a 3-block radius.

Skill: Master Engineer: Can design/build/create items/machines/contraptions twice as fast, with less materials, and have them be much more durable than they would normally be.

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN

Ren Inv & Stats

EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade

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Just a repost of my old CS.

Man this brings me back. This was the first RP I ever joined on this site lol.

From the weakest goblin to the strongest God (re: monster rp)

@Jangel13

I decided to go with something simple. Do tell if that skill isn't quite up to snuff.

Gobbo Monk

Name
Yzzi

Gender
Female

Appearance
Yzzi doesn't appear too different from other goblins, the only notably different feature is fierce, golden colored eyes.

Personality
Yzzi would appear to be a fairly simple little goblin upon first inspection. She enjoys doing one of two things - beating the shit out of something, and getting the shit beaten out of her. A very simple and very stereotypical delinquent sort when you get down to it. She'd appear to be a goblin like any other goblin. Violent, rather crude, and a bit to into the whole cruelty thing.

Yet, there's also a rather spiritual side to her that comes out at times. When she's not roughhousing, hunting, or causing mischief for the sake of it, she can often be found meditating and focusing on aspects of the world that many would consider beyond goblin kind. Talk to her, and you can find a surprisingly talkative and philosophical little goblin...if you can get past her abrasiveness.

Past Life History
Yzzi wasn't much anyone of note in her past life. A simple historian, maths professor and white collar worker, at least, as far as she remembers. The slight gang and mob related activities? Just business. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, that's in the past now. Perhaps this life as a goblin will see her rise to newer heights?

Skill
Combat Trance:
By focusing inwards, Yzzi achieves a sort of inner peace during combat. A sort of self-hypnosis that allows her to maintain focus in combat, ignore a certain amount of pain, increases one reflexes and awareness for a certain amount of time.

Other
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EXP:
000
Inventory:
N/A
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Blessings:
N/A
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@Rune_Alchemist

DO MY EYES DECIEVE ME????

RUNE NOT PLAYING SOME KIND OF MAGE/WARLOCK?????

From the weakest goblin to the strongest God (re: monster rp)

@Jangel13 what about my pet wolf?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I'll just reuse Ren on this next go if thats ok.

From the weakest goblin to the strongest God (re: monster rp)

Let's goooooo

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 In what sense?

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Rune_Alchemist@ERode@Pyromania99@PaulHaynek

Donovan climbed to his feet with a mighty yawn. Sleep had been hard to come by for him last night; if the bags uder his eyes were anything to go by.

After eating a small bit of last night's leftovers, he cupped a bit of clean snow in his hands, melted it over the fire, and wet his throat. Watching the first light of dawn grace the unmarred natural beauty of the land was truly a sight to behold, at least until the man's eyes caught view of Octavia. The relatively tame nature of the 'pup' had allowed him to overlook it's underlying nature for some time, but it seemed the sense of revulsion that he'd acquired the night before still lingered... The effect seemed permanent.

Don shook his head as he stepped away from the fireside for a moment. A name had come to him during the long hours of the night, something to address the deity that had chosen to bless him by. The man knelt in prayer, facing the direction they had first come from, the emblem of his necklace held gently in his right hand. "Ye who have blessed meh with th' power to protect meself, and those around meh-- I thank yeh. I know not tha names ya once went by in ages long past, but I've decided on what I'll call yah. Great ancient of tha' serpent and star, I dub yeh Suthainn, and hope that ye will continue tah watch over us lot through whatever is tah come." he paused for a moment before uttering his final word, "Amen."

Returning to the others, Donovan cleared his throat. "There's a village north uh here where we can get some supplies an maps if the lot o ya are interested... Besides-- tha deer asked a favor of meh so aye gotta head there anyhow. But," he paused, and looked towards Isidore, "If yer still keen on headin' south, an' the storm don't dissuade ya none, then aye'd like tah discuss tha seed we took... Because as it is, I fer one ain't too comfortable with a pocket sized demon factory roamin about th' countryside... I'd like tah purify it, if ye'd let meh."