Jensoman

Defiance

Corc did not feel any vibrations or shaking in the ground nearby, and did not hear any fast thumps coming his way besides one loud thump and a loud crack from further away. Which meant that Foeldar had either jumped, simply waited, or had chosen to perform some kind of ranged attack while staying on a distance. The loud crack from the tree stump however, made Corc able to tell reality apart from the hallucinations and just where his foe was at. He turned towards the direction of the sound immediately and jumped further back with a mighty hop to increase the distance between himself and Foeldar while holding his mace at the ready.

As the tree trunk was headed for Corc at top speeds, the hallucinations began to dissolve and the orc could see it heading for him. He responded immediately, grasping his mace firmly with both hands. He swung diagonally at it, smashing the trunk into hundreds of pieces. Corc glared at Foeldar, somewhat angered now, but he kept his mouth shut. He was aware of Foeldar's cyan cloud now, and he wasn't going to let it affect him twice. The giant charged forwards like a train, rising his mace as he aimed to swipe at Foeldar's feet in a large horizontal arc from left to right. As Foeldar suddenly jumped and looked shocked, Corc suddenly stopped his attack and his feet slid to a halt at the last moment. Was it some kind of trick? Was it truly worth trying to put up an act towards a raging orc that could have just followed through with his attack?

Corc gave Foeldar a confused look. Was he trying to get Corc to speak, so he'd have another chance to shoot a cyan cloud in his mouth? Corc remained on his guard, but Foeldar's action was strange. He seemed just as confused as Corc was. He took a few steps back so he could shield his face from Foeldar's technique if nessecary, and spoke. "Corc confused...Does tree man not want to hurt Corc anymore?" He asked, lowering his mace to appear less threatening.

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Corc coughed for a moment as Foeldar's cyan cloud entered his throat, but lowered his body low enough for his chest area to take the brunt of the kick, sliding back slightly. It did not hurt him much. "Tree man tough, but not Corc tough! C..Corc..." He mumbled, as the hallucinations began to take hold. He suddenly relived some of his past memories. But all of it seemed incredibly real. He saw several kids appear out of nothing near him, and begin to throw rocks at him. "Boo! Dumb Orc! You stink!" One of the kids cried. They continued pelting the Orc with rocks, until their mother showed up and hastily grabbed the children by their arms. "No, don't get close to him! They're dangerous monsters!" She hissed, and pulled them off.

Corc staggered further back in a panic. "C...COOOORRCCC!! STOP!!" He shrieked. This was one of the memories that he hated most. What was going on? He'd already seen this happen. It went the exact same like back then. The orc, slowly but surely, began to realise what was going on. Corc had been in many battles, and illusionary techniques wasn't something new to him. If he were just an ordinary, simple-minded Orc, he would have certainly gone on a rampage. Corc began to calm down, but it didn't improve his situation much. He still constantly saw heavy illusions, from people that he'd fought up to duking it out with ferocious animals that terrorised towns long ago.

Corc glared around to see where Foeldar was, but he failed to see him. His position was completely obscured by the illusions. The orc pulled his mace from his back out of sheer instinct. He calmly waited for the illusions to wear off. After all, attacking blindly would not help him. He'd often been targetted with poison gas attacks during his many missions, as it was an easy way to take down a giant, slow orc from a distance. As such, he'd gained a strong immunity system against poison, which made him incredibly good at resisting it. He focused on the ground now, listening for any sudden movements like Foeldar's feet thumping or his growling to discern his foes' location. He would be ready to strike if Foeldar came close. 'Corc not think he would have such good fighting now...' He thought. Despite having a strong immunity against poison, the hallucinations were a different story.

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Corc began to step out of the forest, hoping to be able to spend the night in a tavern. More loud thumps could be heard throughout the forest from behind, causing the orc to stop immediately. He turned around to see what it was, but he was unable too. A load roar suddenly echoed throughout the forest, making Corc raise his guard. The darkness of the night made it difficult for him to see what was coming, and whatever it was had chosen to take caution in it's approach. The orc seemed confuzzled for a moment. "Corc no longer roaring and stomping...IS CORC HAVING DEJA VU?!" He muttered to himself.

That's when Foeldar appeared from the darkness of the night, his arms raised. The orc rose his arms immediately in response, catching Foeldar's arms firmly right before they smashed into his head. Despite catching it, the orc began to slide back further and further from the sheer force of Foeldar's strike. Corc seemed surprised and seemed to be having some trouble. "Urk...!" He'd fought many enemies in the past, but only very few had enough physical strength to push him back. The orc dug his feet slightly into the dirt, taking a more sturdy stance. He stopped sliding backwards. He began to use the strength of his own arms to try to push both his and Foeldar's arms towards their side. Corc frowned. "Why do trees keep attacking Corc?...Corc did nothing wrong!" He blurted out in response.

Both Corc and Foeldar's physical strength seemed on par with one another, causing it to essentially turn out into a power struggle between the two monstrosities. Corc had no intention of losing! He'd show this new tree opponent what for, too! "Corc will SMASH..." He huffed angrily, but then another roar emerged. But this time, it did not come from Corc or Foeldar's mouths, but from below. "CORC HUNGRY..." He muttered in a sad tone, as his stomach continued to growl. Corc had been travelling for several hours without eating.

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Loud thumping sounds could be heard near the edge of the forest near Nadska. A large silhouette made it's way through it's many bushes and trees. It's posture was impressive, and it's body muscular. Though, it would have looked better if the individual didn't have such a sloppy way of walking. "Corc..." The giant green Orc mumbled, as he slowly made his way towards the town. Corc had travelled for several days, and finally reached Nadska. The giant seemed threatening at first glance to most, but he had no intention of causing any harm. Not to those who didn't cause him harm, anyways. He carried a large helmet, and his large mace on his back.

The Orc had some trouble moving his giant feet through the many bushes and the overgrowth of the forest, especially considering it was night time. As such, he ended up losing his balance and slamming his head against a tree. "COOOOOORRRCCCC!!!" He whined. He staggered back briefly for a moment, glaring at the tree before him. How dare the tree bump into him! Corc would show him! He began to roar at the top of his lungs.

"CORC SMASH MEAN TREE!!!"

The large Orc threw a mighty right hook with his spiked gauntlet into the tree, smashing the center of it's trunk into pieces in an instant, causing it's top to crash into the ground further ahead. Corc huffed angrily, and continued on his way. Fortunately, the lights from the town made it easy for him to see his goal. He began to calm down, looking at the many houses ahead. A few travellers spotted the giant, and pointed at him. "An Orc?! Come on, let's leave!" A man shouted. The two people ran off, and Corc seemed sad. "Corc..." He muttered. "Corc not do anything to humans...But humans always run..." He spoke.

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@ArkmageddonCat

Hey, would it be okay if I joined in with your character? There's a lot of stuff to read, and I don't really want to jump in and overlook things.

Is that okay for ya? You can start with the opening scene if you're okay with it, and maybe run into my guy.

Edit: Has already been discussed in Discord

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Corc is pleased

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Corc

Name: Corc
Age: 25
Gender: Orc

Species: The great orc like beast stands 8 feet tall, and has thick green skin. Most Orcs tend to be dumb and agressive creatures, always fighting for their own survival without regards for others. But Corc is one of the exceptions.

Appearance:


Corc is completely bald, and wears thick leather armour that covers his upper body. He wears brown pants, which have been tattered and damaged somewhat from below. He has a big scar on his chest area, which is covered up by his armour. He also carries a thick, two horned helmet on his back, which is tied firmly to his neck. He also wears dark brown shoes and spiked gauntlets.

Abilities: Corc has great strength and durability, but his speed is lacking. Despite being an orc, he can be surprisingly intelligent during battle sometimes, assuming he's serious.

Special Weaknesses: Magic and focused piercing attacks. If the same part of his body is targeted repeatedly, he will eventually take severe damage.

Weapons: A massive mace, a large helmet, spiked gauntlets.

Items: Corc carries a healing salve with him, which can slowly heal wounds after a long period of time.

Backstory: For the last ten years, Corc has been working for the Stormpeak Empire in order to make a living. He would often travel the world, not quite living in one place for long for good reason. Many people do not enjoy the company of orcs, as they often break into violent fits and destroy everything and everyone around them, including their own allies. Corc, however, had learned discipline during his many missions. He can still be consumed by his anger, but he has learned how to control it for the most part.

The Stormpeak Empire, however, values the great strength that Orcs possess. As such, many of them were allowed to live in the mountains. Corc himself grew up on one of those mountains, with his father and mother.

Other: Corc often does whacky things to please himself and those he considers his allies, either just to have fun or because he's bored. He is unusually kind and understanding, unlike most of his race. He is kind-hearted, and would risk his life to protect his friends if need be.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Jenso got in a combat stance immediately. He glared deep into Yzeira's red eyes, as yellow Ki began to sparkle violently within his pupils. "Yeah, clearly I should have come unarmed towards the god-like beings who have been killing people left and right." He stated sarcastically, as Arki violently flared out of his body. "They had their own reasons for leaving me! What reason do you have to destroy this universe? That this world doesn't seem interesting enough for you? For one person?!" He roared.

"And, if you wanted a stable deal, you could have ordered your Order members to stand down. They can't defy you, or they suffer, right?" He added, keeping a close eye on Yzeira's moves. "What myriad of chances?! I had one back in the Golem Citadel, two if you count that worse deal that you offered in the library." He retorted. He felt a great deal of anger erupt from within.

"You are NO god, even if you and your Order buddies think so! You're just a murderous PSYCHOPATH ! One who had access to great power and abused it for his own gain!"

A Hero Tale {Complete}

"Okay, first off..." Jenso muttered, sighing in annoyance. "Look, you have a point. But Adarine was the one who messed with us first. Hell, I couldn't even reach you. And Zelriane apparently had a little plan with Alexis to stall me before I could reach you to accept your offer, so you could destroy everything before I could even get to you. That was before Ada died." Jenso stated calmly. "Ignoring the fact that you, and the rest of the Order did horrible things to all of us, I never had a fair chance to accept your deal. Jeff, Oz and Dacer may have killed Ada, but she would have killed them too if she had the chance. And I, myself, never killed any of you." He stated. "Don't speak to me about fairness, when the deal was rigged from the start. I didn't exactly have much reason to trust you, either, the mysterious man who'd already killed me once."

With that said, Jenso glared at Yzeira and grit his teeth. "That would be from a logical viewpoint alone. But you and the rest of the Order killed many people that we cared about. And captured my mother and Melina. And you'd keep destroying universes after sparing ours." Jenso stated. "We have no intention of letting you people get away after all the pain you've caused." He stated coldly. "And we'll stop you from causing any more."

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Jenso glared at Yzeira as he approached. He stopped walking forwards, keeping a close eye on Yzeira's movements. He was unsure if Yzeira had something in the pocket of his coat that he'd touched earlier, and it was possible that he'd taken more measures to keep Jenso at bay. Especially when he fully intended to focus on the rift now. He felt a flame burning within, one that told him to advance at his foe and attack. But he needed to wait for the right moment.

"I may not have a chance of beating you, but I don't intend to flee, either. It's not something that I like to do in any situation, and it's pointless to run anyhow. I got this far thanks to the aid of my companions, and I don't intend to let them down. Honestly, trying to fight you is simply better to me than accepting my end." He responded, clenching his fists.

"If you were in my shoes, would you surrender? Would you simply sit by and accept your demise?" He asked.