Gnu
Jun 16, 2017 0:30:05 GMT -6
Post by Gnu on Jun 16, 2017 0:30:05 GMT -6
Name:Gnu
Class:Nomad
Age: 24
Born in: Sacae
Appearance: [Note: Appearance is subject to minor changes for when I finish a visual reference.]
Standing at around 178 cm, Gnu is a decently built man with bright hazel eyes and unkempt, slate colored hair. His most distinguishing feature is perhaps the bandage he wears around his head to cover his blind left eye.
He dons a beige, sleeveless gambeson over an off-white coat, as well as loose fitting trousers and tall, fur-collared boots.
Personality: Gnu is generally known to be a calm and collected individual, even in times marred with pressing circumstances. He has a sharp mind and an authoritative way about him that attributes to a strong capacity for leadership. A quick thinker confident in his own wit, he is known for being able to cobble together reliable stratagems on the fly.
As openly assured as he is though, he is guided by a great deal of bold arrogance that can be easily provoked should his capabilities are ever brought into question. Valuing his own judgement above most, he will blatantly disregard advice of others less it is offered to him by someone he deeply respects.
Outside of combat and work, Gnu isn’t much of a conversationalist to those who haven’t been able to rouse his interest or curiosity. He has an odd fascination with body painting, which he falsely explains to be a sort of tradition in his tribe.
History: Gnu is someone who seems to have largely slipped past the records. Information regarding his early life is sparse in no small part due to his tendency to dodge questions on the subject, rendering plenty of anecdotes of him little more than rumors and hearsay. However, on certain occasions he has admitted some tidbits of information that provide a general outline of his life so far.
Growing up in an isolationist tribe in Sacae, Gnu was consistently ill, though had very little access to medicine. Sickness robbed him of his vision in his left eye when he was still but a child, but he would nevertheless proceed with archery and horse-riding training when the time was right. Many years later, he became an expatriate under unclear circumstances and sought employment in Bern and then later Lycia. Allegedly, he briefly oversaw archery training in the former—though, this tends to be dismissed as speculation as there is little grounds to support it. There has been a negligible change in Gnu’s life since then; the constant loop of seeking contracts for caravan guard or mercenary work has become second nature for him at this point.
NPC fight: With nothing but a sea of grass expanding across the horizon, Gnu had no difficulty pinpointing the exact location of the remainder of the routing bandits. The worst of the fighting lay behind him now, leaving only the task of inducing enough casualties to convince the marauders to disband their gang, or at least to refrain from pillaging in any familiar parts ever again.
Was there any honor in shooting a fleeing opponent in the back? Of course not. Did this induce a sense of shame in Gnu? Again, no. He didn’t have room in his heart to sympathize with raiders; there was no regret in him as his galloping horse brought him within firing range of a clump of some four or five raiders. He was careful to maintain an ample space between him and the bandits, lest one should suddenly turn and lash out at him before he could react. He released the reins from his otherwise unoccupied hand to pull an arrow from his quiver. He picked out a mostly unarmored fellow from the small crowd before him to pick off first and sent the arrow soaring into his exposed back. The arrow found its mark and left the target sprawling on the grass covered ground beneath him.
PC fight: Gnu had been able to shake all of his pursuers save for one infuriatingly determined cavalier. He ducked and weaved through low hanging branches and the vegetation, leaping over streams and collapsed trees, but no matter what obstacle he dodged, the thundering of hooves of his enemy trailing behind him refused to fade into surrounding forest ambience.
The audible huffing of his horse had Gnu concerned that he perhaps wouldn’t be able to outrun his enemies this time. Suddenly a javelin sails over his shoulder, narrowly missing him and lodging itself in a nearby tree trunk with a loud thunk. He stared at the spear, eyes wide with shock as he passed it by. His composure was quick to return, however; within the following moments, he had prepared his answer. Hastily nocking an arrow, he stood on the stirrups and twisted his torso towards his pursuer before haphazardly letting loose a shot and directing his attention back to steering his horse.
Class:Nomad
Age: 24
Born in: Sacae
Appearance: [Note: Appearance is subject to minor changes for when I finish a visual reference.]
Standing at around 178 cm, Gnu is a decently built man with bright hazel eyes and unkempt, slate colored hair. His most distinguishing feature is perhaps the bandage he wears around his head to cover his blind left eye.
He dons a beige, sleeveless gambeson over an off-white coat, as well as loose fitting trousers and tall, fur-collared boots.
Personality: Gnu is generally known to be a calm and collected individual, even in times marred with pressing circumstances. He has a sharp mind and an authoritative way about him that attributes to a strong capacity for leadership. A quick thinker confident in his own wit, he is known for being able to cobble together reliable stratagems on the fly.
As openly assured as he is though, he is guided by a great deal of bold arrogance that can be easily provoked should his capabilities are ever brought into question. Valuing his own judgement above most, he will blatantly disregard advice of others less it is offered to him by someone he deeply respects.
Outside of combat and work, Gnu isn’t much of a conversationalist to those who haven’t been able to rouse his interest or curiosity. He has an odd fascination with body painting, which he falsely explains to be a sort of tradition in his tribe.
History: Gnu is someone who seems to have largely slipped past the records. Information regarding his early life is sparse in no small part due to his tendency to dodge questions on the subject, rendering plenty of anecdotes of him little more than rumors and hearsay. However, on certain occasions he has admitted some tidbits of information that provide a general outline of his life so far.
Growing up in an isolationist tribe in Sacae, Gnu was consistently ill, though had very little access to medicine. Sickness robbed him of his vision in his left eye when he was still but a child, but he would nevertheless proceed with archery and horse-riding training when the time was right. Many years later, he became an expatriate under unclear circumstances and sought employment in Bern and then later Lycia. Allegedly, he briefly oversaw archery training in the former—though, this tends to be dismissed as speculation as there is little grounds to support it. There has been a negligible change in Gnu’s life since then; the constant loop of seeking contracts for caravan guard or mercenary work has become second nature for him at this point.
NPC fight: With nothing but a sea of grass expanding across the horizon, Gnu had no difficulty pinpointing the exact location of the remainder of the routing bandits. The worst of the fighting lay behind him now, leaving only the task of inducing enough casualties to convince the marauders to disband their gang, or at least to refrain from pillaging in any familiar parts ever again.
Was there any honor in shooting a fleeing opponent in the back? Of course not. Did this induce a sense of shame in Gnu? Again, no. He didn’t have room in his heart to sympathize with raiders; there was no regret in him as his galloping horse brought him within firing range of a clump of some four or five raiders. He was careful to maintain an ample space between him and the bandits, lest one should suddenly turn and lash out at him before he could react. He released the reins from his otherwise unoccupied hand to pull an arrow from his quiver. He picked out a mostly unarmored fellow from the small crowd before him to pick off first and sent the arrow soaring into his exposed back. The arrow found its mark and left the target sprawling on the grass covered ground beneath him.
PC fight: Gnu had been able to shake all of his pursuers save for one infuriatingly determined cavalier. He ducked and weaved through low hanging branches and the vegetation, leaping over streams and collapsed trees, but no matter what obstacle he dodged, the thundering of hooves of his enemy trailing behind him refused to fade into surrounding forest ambience.
The audible huffing of his horse had Gnu concerned that he perhaps wouldn’t be able to outrun his enemies this time. Suddenly a javelin sails over his shoulder, narrowly missing him and lodging itself in a nearby tree trunk with a loud thunk. He stared at the spear, eyes wide with shock as he passed it by. His composure was quick to return, however; within the following moments, he had prepared his answer. Hastily nocking an arrow, he stood on the stirrups and twisted his torso towards his pursuer before haphazardly letting loose a shot and directing his attention back to steering his horse.