I always wanted to hang out with the "elite" of the rpr so here goes nothing
My first char, never took off.
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Originally Posted by Edd_N well here goes nutin
name- Nym (no last name)
race-grimi (can it be more pantherlike, if not cats are kewl)
class-druid/fighter
equipment- a scythe that weighs less than air named "windclaw" and he wears a cloak that hides his dragonscale armor.
abilities- basic cliche druid skills like entangle, mudslide, shapeshift to a hawk, once-a-day earthquake, and my most lethal attack but most lethal to myself is my blood boil attack, it spontaniously combusts my blood and delivers a huge force of damage to the target, problem is that it requires my own blood.
-bio
nym never new a family until he met a tribe of druids that taught him his druidic powers. he was named nym as it means name. his tribe gets slaughtered by a group of assasins and the only thing that he remembers about them is that he saw a ceremonial dagger that had a engraving of a spider, most likely lloth the god of the drows. ever since, nym has traveled with a group of barbarians and he has hones his skill with a scythe. he recently left their ranks to find out more of the group that killed the tribe and even more, his real name. |
Room: No one has seen it yet because it's always closed....something smells like day old pizza though. SMASH!! The second story window explodes in a flurry of glass and splinters as a mid-sized cat creature races through the hallway knocking over vases and lamps during his mad dash.
"Where isss it!!?!?! Where iss it!!"
He sits up and sniffs the air for a few seconds
"I KNEW IT!!"
He dashes on all fours downstairs and locks onto his target...a can of anchovies under the fridge. He slices it in half with his scythe and quickly devours half of it. He takes the other half to his room and proceeds to lock it. The whole spectacle keeps the others in the room in shock.