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Still here.
I chose the 80 tons because it seemed the average of the super strength scale, but I can change it if you want.
I'm here but my problem still remains, I dunno what to do with my guy.
Jesus crimminy you wouldn't believe the trouble I went through to find a picture that didn't have massive boobs or was overtly sexual, I spent like thirty minutes trying to find one.
Name: Silva Custos
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: A rare form of Dryad, specifically combat based.
Grade: 11th
Personality: Silva is very down to earth, no pun intended, and just wants to make friends. There are two things she holds sacred, nature and secrets. Nature is a give in being a dryad but she is a keeper of secrets in a way because of a bad experience in her past that lead to someone getting hurt. In all, Silva is a laid back person and can be counted to have your back should you earn her trust.
Human appearance:
Monster appearance:
History: Not much to say really, forests just don't need giant warriors as much as they used to. As such she was allowed to go to school.
Powers/abilities:
-Strength
-Durability
-Regeneration
-Photosynthesis
-"Plant Talk"
Talents: Boxing, wrestling, gardening, nature survival.
Classes:
Math/P.E.
Visual Arts/ Music
Club/sports: Wrestling
Crush: Undecided
BF/GF: N/A
Other:
-Really tall, taller than most boys her age.
-Strong too.
-Her monster form is a source of insecurity for her due to its masculinity.
-She isn't 100% sure where her barn door swings, if you catch my drift.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: A rare form of Dryad, specifically combat based.
Grade: 11th
Personality: Silva is very down to earth, no pun intended, and just wants to make friends. There are two things she holds sacred, nature and secrets. Nature is a give in being a dryad but she is a keeper of secrets in a way because of a bad experience in her past that lead to someone getting hurt. In all, Silva is a laid back person and can be counted to have your back should you earn her trust.
Human appearance:
Monster appearance:
History: Not much to say really, forests just don't need giant warriors as much as they used to. As such she was allowed to go to school.
Powers/abilities:
-Strength
-Durability
-Regeneration
-Photosynthesis
-"Plant Talk"
Talents: Boxing, wrestling, gardening, nature survival.
Classes:
Math/P.E.
Visual Arts/ Music
Club/sports: Wrestling
Crush: Undecided
BF/GF: N/A
Other:
-Really tall, taller than most boys her age.
-Strong too.
-Her monster form is a source of insecurity for her due to its masculinity.
-She isn't 100% sure where her barn door swings, if you catch my drift.
Name - Unknown
Alias - Forest
Age - Unknown, Five years active.
Powers -
Durability: Stronger than normal wood, able to resist bullets but is just as susceptible to fire as normal wood.
Strength: At base strength, able to lift 10, 20 tons. But if fertile soil is involved his strength can be raised exponentially.
Regeneration: Able to regrow damage at a speed proportional to the fertility of the ground he rests in. E.X. complete regrowth in about a week at the most fertile.
Plant speak: Able to "Converse" with plants, knowing what it has gone through. Good for investigation.
Skills -
Gardening: Helps with being part plant, but is an exceptional gardener and knows much about plants. Doesn't think its much help though.
Fighting: Isn't all that great, clumsy swings and sloppy slams and uncoordinated punches. Isn't very graceful.
Equipment - None.
Personality - Simple, slow, and relaxed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Not much is known about Forest's past, one day he woke up in a swamp and found himself like he is. A giant mass of branches and stones. He wandered the swamps for awhile, with nothing but animal instincts to go by until he had a vision. It was nothing major, just a flash of blank faces and and vague actions, but it was enough to give him sentience and a purpose.
Leaving the swamp he has made his way around the country, gaining more flashbacks and more humanity along the way until he made his way to Gotham. For reasons unknown to him he felt pulled to the area and was found by Batman after a confrontation with some armed thugs. Since then Batman has kept tabs on him, making sure he isn't a menace to society and such. However with the hard times coming Batman needed some muscle and Forest still owed Batman a debt. Now he finds himself here.
Notes - Forest is tall, like 12 feet and almost a thousand pounds.
-He is almost like a child in a sense, little things fill him with wonder and awe.
-I want it to be a development point for Forest to gain more knowledge of his past as the RP goes along.
Alias - Forest
Age - Unknown, Five years active.
Powers -
Durability: Stronger than normal wood, able to resist bullets but is just as susceptible to fire as normal wood.
Strength: At base strength, able to lift 10, 20 tons. But if fertile soil is involved his strength can be raised exponentially.
Regeneration: Able to regrow damage at a speed proportional to the fertility of the ground he rests in. E.X. complete regrowth in about a week at the most fertile.
Plant speak: Able to "Converse" with plants, knowing what it has gone through. Good for investigation.
Skills -
Gardening: Helps with being part plant, but is an exceptional gardener and knows much about plants. Doesn't think its much help though.
Fighting: Isn't all that great, clumsy swings and sloppy slams and uncoordinated punches. Isn't very graceful.
Equipment - None.
Personality - Simple, slow, and relaxed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Not much is known about Forest's past, one day he woke up in a swamp and found himself like he is. A giant mass of branches and stones. He wandered the swamps for awhile, with nothing but animal instincts to go by until he had a vision. It was nothing major, just a flash of blank faces and and vague actions, but it was enough to give him sentience and a purpose.
Leaving the swamp he has made his way around the country, gaining more flashbacks and more humanity along the way until he made his way to Gotham. For reasons unknown to him he felt pulled to the area and was found by Batman after a confrontation with some armed thugs. Since then Batman has kept tabs on him, making sure he isn't a menace to society and such. However with the hard times coming Batman needed some muscle and Forest still owed Batman a debt. Now he finds himself here.
Notes - Forest is tall, like 12 feet and almost a thousand pounds.
-He is almost like a child in a sense, little things fill him with wonder and awe.
-I want it to be a development point for Forest to gain more knowledge of his past as the RP goes along.
I'm interested.
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Forum: General Interest Checks
Saw this earlier and wasn't that into it but why the hell not? Also I would like to request the character I have just made.
Name: Doran "The Wall" Tathean
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Doran's everyday clothes include a simple leather tunic over a chain mail shirt with matching leggings, minus chainmain. Nice pair of leather boots and a silver belt buckle with the Tathean crest on it. While he is nicknamed "The Wall" he isn't actually that tall, only about 5'11 but he is quite handsome. A strong nose, heavy jawline, and gentle eyes... mostly. Due to an injury during the battle that earned him the name The Wall, he took a blow to the head that caused him to lose the color in his left eye. It doesn't effect his vision but it makes it a pale blue instead of the light brown it was before. Doran has recently got over his dislike for facial hair and has grown a course stubble instead of the clean shaven face of his youth, likewise he keeps his dark blond hair fairly short.
Personality: Doran is a knight through and through, chivalrous, courageous, honorable, and stoic. However he does know the virtue of kicking back and drinking a horn or two. Hates sadists, brutalizers, rapists, and slavers above all else. Doran also isn't one to trust ones words as much as actions, as such he doesn't talk as much as the other knights and lets his actions speak for him. A reoccurring problem for Doran is his inability to properly express his problems and refuses to cry in front of others, feeling that it would make him look weak. Finally Doran loves children and is highly protective of them, several people have fallen to his blade due to their mistreatment of children.
Job/role: Knight of the king.
If knight/squire - Doran wields a bastard sword and a heater pattern shield, both have serious wear and tear but are still very effective.
History: Doran is a child of house Tathean, a family dedicated to the king. Since their founding, the Tatheans have been producing knights for the king with varying amounts of success. Some are great knights while others are mediocre, while very few are outright insults to the family name. Doran was not one of those, ever since he could lift a blade Doran was destined for greatness. Even as a child Doran impressed others with his skill with a sword, outclassing the the lower knights by 15 and taking on the greater ones by twenty. When he finally became a full fledged knight, Doran couldn't be happier. With his sword and shield, Doran went on many a quest and fought countless battles, challenging knights from far away kingdoms and many friends.
However none of that compares to the story of the Battle of Dunsmouth. Dunsmouth is a little village south of the kingdom, nothing important about it besides the narrow bridge that extends over the canyon. A small kingdom from the south wanted to invade Enchanted, but most of the entryways to the kingdom were either heavily guarded or treacherous ground. Dunsmouth seemed the easiest way to send the army through, the rival sent a small detachment to the bridge, about 50 men, to clear out the village. However fate would have other ideas and Doran found himself at the head of their group. Demanding why armed troops were entering this village and when he got his answer a clash of swords came. With one dead soldier and the other running off the get the rest of the detachment, Doran told his squire to send for aid.
While the squire sent for aid and the soldiers gathering on the other side of the bridge, Doran waited and gave a prayer to whatever god would listen, knowing in his heart that it would take miracle for him to survive. With that knowledge, Doran fought harder than he ever had before. Shield, sword, armor, and body taking equal amounts of damage, but he did it. After about a single day of battle reinforcements came and burned down the bridge, denying the rival his easy entrance and giving Doran more honor than he would likely get for the rest of his life. Afterwards Doran collapsed and slept for days, many feared he wouldn't awake as his body had taken much damage. However it wasn't to be and Doran awoke, a little worse for wear but alive.
Crush: Doran has feelings for Naia but isn't sure if they are respect or affection, perhaps both. Either way he doesn't dwell on it too much, seeing as she hasn't any interest in anyone as far as he knows.
Other: Unlike many of the knights he knows, Doran is an excellent cook. Claiming that he should be able to cook his own food instead of waiting on it like a child.
Name: Doran "The Wall" Tathean
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Doran's everyday clothes include a simple leather tunic over a chain mail shirt with matching leggings, minus chainmain. Nice pair of leather boots and a silver belt buckle with the Tathean crest on it. While he is nicknamed "The Wall" he isn't actually that tall, only about 5'11 but he is quite handsome. A strong nose, heavy jawline, and gentle eyes... mostly. Due to an injury during the battle that earned him the name The Wall, he took a blow to the head that caused him to lose the color in his left eye. It doesn't effect his vision but it makes it a pale blue instead of the light brown it was before. Doran has recently got over his dislike for facial hair and has grown a course stubble instead of the clean shaven face of his youth, likewise he keeps his dark blond hair fairly short.
Personality: Doran is a knight through and through, chivalrous, courageous, honorable, and stoic. However he does know the virtue of kicking back and drinking a horn or two. Hates sadists, brutalizers, rapists, and slavers above all else. Doran also isn't one to trust ones words as much as actions, as such he doesn't talk as much as the other knights and lets his actions speak for him. A reoccurring problem for Doran is his inability to properly express his problems and refuses to cry in front of others, feeling that it would make him look weak. Finally Doran loves children and is highly protective of them, several people have fallen to his blade due to their mistreatment of children.
Job/role: Knight of the king.
If knight/squire - Doran wields a bastard sword and a heater pattern shield, both have serious wear and tear but are still very effective.
History: Doran is a child of house Tathean, a family dedicated to the king. Since their founding, the Tatheans have been producing knights for the king with varying amounts of success. Some are great knights while others are mediocre, while very few are outright insults to the family name. Doran was not one of those, ever since he could lift a blade Doran was destined for greatness. Even as a child Doran impressed others with his skill with a sword, outclassing the the lower knights by 15 and taking on the greater ones by twenty. When he finally became a full fledged knight, Doran couldn't be happier. With his sword and shield, Doran went on many a quest and fought countless battles, challenging knights from far away kingdoms and many friends.
However none of that compares to the story of the Battle of Dunsmouth. Dunsmouth is a little village south of the kingdom, nothing important about it besides the narrow bridge that extends over the canyon. A small kingdom from the south wanted to invade Enchanted, but most of the entryways to the kingdom were either heavily guarded or treacherous ground. Dunsmouth seemed the easiest way to send the army through, the rival sent a small detachment to the bridge, about 50 men, to clear out the village. However fate would have other ideas and Doran found himself at the head of their group. Demanding why armed troops were entering this village and when he got his answer a clash of swords came. With one dead soldier and the other running off the get the rest of the detachment, Doran told his squire to send for aid.
While the squire sent for aid and the soldiers gathering on the other side of the bridge, Doran waited and gave a prayer to whatever god would listen, knowing in his heart that it would take miracle for him to survive. With that knowledge, Doran fought harder than he ever had before. Shield, sword, armor, and body taking equal amounts of damage, but he did it. After about a single day of battle reinforcements came and burned down the bridge, denying the rival his easy entrance and giving Doran more honor than he would likely get for the rest of his life. Afterwards Doran collapsed and slept for days, many feared he wouldn't awake as his body had taken much damage. However it wasn't to be and Doran awoke, a little worse for wear but alive.
Crush: Doran has feelings for Naia but isn't sure if they are respect or affection, perhaps both. Either way he doesn't dwell on it too much, seeing as she hasn't any interest in anyone as far as he knows.
Other: Unlike many of the knights he knows, Doran is an excellent cook. Claiming that he should be able to cook his own food instead of waiting on it like a child.
Name: Drusus Flint
Age: 34
Nationality: Kantle
Appearance:
Standing 6'3 Drusus casts an intimidating shadow amongst many people, however that pales in comparison to his gaze. There is something about the way he stares that drives warriors to falter. As a former knight of Kantle and just generally being a warrior have given Drusus quite the collection of scars, the most impressive one being the brand over his heart. The brand is an oath of sorts, marking the wearer as a servant to the king of Kantle. The brand looks like this.
Personality: Unlike the other knights of Kantle who are bloodthirsty, sadistic, and cruel, Drusus was more honor bound and level headed. Because of this he felt like he never truley belonged to his peers, nor did he want to. To Drusus, they were nothing more than thugs and were not worthy to take up the title of knight. However this doesn't make Drusus a shining angel either, he is arrogant and completely confident in his abilities as a warrior, not taking kindly to outside help. Not one to lie, Drusus' word can be taken for what it is, if someone decides to not believe him matters not to him.
Bio: You could say Drusus was born with blade in hand, he was always good in the arts of war and it was no surprise that he became a knight. After many years of service something didn't sit right with him anymore. The raids and battles against soldiers and civilians didn't spark any excitement anymore and his comrades actions were beginning to disgust him more and more until finally he snapped. After stopping a random beating, Drusus and the knights had an altercation, one that cost them their life's. Ever since then Drusus has been on the move, never staying in one place for too long and the sizable bounty keeps his skills sharp with the added bonus of keeping adding to his reputation. For now their is no greater joy in his life than mocking the king of Kantle with his continued existence.
Skills: A superb swordsman, Drusus was the most skilled warrior among the lot of knights of Kantle. The only reason he wasn't in the kings guard was of his differential ideals, the king wants unquestioning robots and not free thinkers. Drusus is also very good at getting what he wants, either through letting his reputation speak for himself or if that fails, using his trademark intimidation to scare people into submission.
Other: Drusus exclusively prays to Ragnorik the Mighty, feeling that Elgar'nan the Vengeful is too petty.
Age: 34
Nationality: Kantle
Appearance:
Standing 6'3 Drusus casts an intimidating shadow amongst many people, however that pales in comparison to his gaze. There is something about the way he stares that drives warriors to falter. As a former knight of Kantle and just generally being a warrior have given Drusus quite the collection of scars, the most impressive one being the brand over his heart. The brand is an oath of sorts, marking the wearer as a servant to the king of Kantle. The brand looks like this.
Personality: Unlike the other knights of Kantle who are bloodthirsty, sadistic, and cruel, Drusus was more honor bound and level headed. Because of this he felt like he never truley belonged to his peers, nor did he want to. To Drusus, they were nothing more than thugs and were not worthy to take up the title of knight. However this doesn't make Drusus a shining angel either, he is arrogant and completely confident in his abilities as a warrior, not taking kindly to outside help. Not one to lie, Drusus' word can be taken for what it is, if someone decides to not believe him matters not to him.
Bio: You could say Drusus was born with blade in hand, he was always good in the arts of war and it was no surprise that he became a knight. After many years of service something didn't sit right with him anymore. The raids and battles against soldiers and civilians didn't spark any excitement anymore and his comrades actions were beginning to disgust him more and more until finally he snapped. After stopping a random beating, Drusus and the knights had an altercation, one that cost them their life's. Ever since then Drusus has been on the move, never staying in one place for too long and the sizable bounty keeps his skills sharp with the added bonus of keeping adding to his reputation. For now their is no greater joy in his life than mocking the king of Kantle with his continued existence.
Skills: A superb swordsman, Drusus was the most skilled warrior among the lot of knights of Kantle. The only reason he wasn't in the kings guard was of his differential ideals, the king wants unquestioning robots and not free thinkers. Drusus is also very good at getting what he wants, either through letting his reputation speak for himself or if that fails, using his trademark intimidation to scare people into submission.
Other: Drusus exclusively prays to Ragnorik the Mighty, feeling that Elgar'nan the Vengeful is too petty.
Name: Drusus Flint
Age: 34
Nationality: Kantle
Appearance:
Standing 6'3 Drusus casts an intimidating shadow amongst many people, however that pales in comparison to his gaze. There is something about the way he stares that drives warriors to falter. As a former knight of Kantle and just generally being a warrior have given Drusus quite the collection of scars, the most impressive one being the brand over his heart. The brand is an oath of sorts, marking the wearer as a servant to the king of Kantle. The brand looks like this.
Personality: Unlike the other knights of Kantle who are bloodthirsty, sadistic, and cruel, Drusus was more honor bound and level headed. Because of this he felt like he never truley belonged to his peers, nor did he want to. To Drusus, they were nothing more than thugs and were not worthy to take up the title of knight. However this doesn't make Drusus a shining angel either, he is arrogant and completely confident in his abilities as a warrior, not taking kindly to outside help. Not one to lie, Drusus' word can be taken for what it is, if someone decides to not believe him matters not to him.
Bio: You could say Drusus was born with blade in hand, he was always good in the arts of war and it was no surprise that he became a knight. After many years of service something didn't sit right with him anymore. The raids and battles against soldiers and civilians didn't spark any excitement anymore and his comrades actions were beginning to disgust him more and more until finally he snapped. After stopping a random beating, Drusus and the knights had an altercation, one that cost them their life's. Ever since then Drusus has been on the move, never staying in one place for too long and the sizable bounty keeps his skills sharp with the added bonus of keeping adding to his reputation. For now their is no greater joy in his life than mocking the king of Kantle with his continued existence.
Skills: A superb swordsman, Drusus was one of the most skilled warrior among the lot of knights of Kantle. The only reason he wasn't in the kings guard was of his differential ideals, the king wants unquestioning robots and not free thinkers. Drusus is also very good at getting what he wants, either through letting his reputation speak for himself or if that fails, using his trademark intimidation to scare people into submission.
Other: Drusus exclusively prays to Ragnorik the Mighty, feeling that Elgar'nan the Vengeful is too petty.
Age: 34
Nationality: Kantle
Appearance:
Standing 6'3 Drusus casts an intimidating shadow amongst many people, however that pales in comparison to his gaze. There is something about the way he stares that drives warriors to falter. As a former knight of Kantle and just generally being a warrior have given Drusus quite the collection of scars, the most impressive one being the brand over his heart. The brand is an oath of sorts, marking the wearer as a servant to the king of Kantle. The brand looks like this.
Personality: Unlike the other knights of Kantle who are bloodthirsty, sadistic, and cruel, Drusus was more honor bound and level headed. Because of this he felt like he never truley belonged to his peers, nor did he want to. To Drusus, they were nothing more than thugs and were not worthy to take up the title of knight. However this doesn't make Drusus a shining angel either, he is arrogant and completely confident in his abilities as a warrior, not taking kindly to outside help. Not one to lie, Drusus' word can be taken for what it is, if someone decides to not believe him matters not to him.
Bio: You could say Drusus was born with blade in hand, he was always good in the arts of war and it was no surprise that he became a knight. After many years of service something didn't sit right with him anymore. The raids and battles against soldiers and civilians didn't spark any excitement anymore and his comrades actions were beginning to disgust him more and more until finally he snapped. After stopping a random beating, Drusus and the knights had an altercation, one that cost them their life's. Ever since then Drusus has been on the move, never staying in one place for too long and the sizable bounty keeps his skills sharp with the added bonus of keeping adding to his reputation. For now their is no greater joy in his life than mocking the king of Kantle with his continued existence.
Skills: A superb swordsman, Drusus was one of the most skilled warrior among the lot of knights of Kantle. The only reason he wasn't in the kings guard was of his differential ideals, the king wants unquestioning robots and not free thinkers. Drusus is also very good at getting what he wants, either through letting his reputation speak for himself or if that fails, using his trademark intimidation to scare people into submission.
Other: Drusus exclusively prays to Ragnorik the Mighty, feeling that Elgar'nan the Vengeful is too petty.
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