Archie
Oct 28, 2018 23:24:41 GMT -6
Post by Archie on Oct 28, 2018 23:24:41 GMT -6
Name: Archie
Class: Taguel-Canine
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 9
Born in: Foxaoss Forest
Appearance: Archie is a scruffy young lad standing at only about four feet tall and weighing only 60 pounds. Being a taguel, his lineage can be identified by his canine-like ears that peek out from his gray, ruffled hair as well as a fluffy tail that peeks out from behind him and swishes often. Among his still growing baby teeth rest two permanent fangs similar to that of a beast of prey. His fingers have somewhat longer and sharper nails, hinting at claws. His skin tone is a somewhat dark tan that surprisingly complements his round face and pudgy, rosy cheeks typical of a child. His big, innocent eyes are contrasted by the color of his irises: a chilling pale gray. Contrary to his age and facial features, however, Archie is seen as slightly buff even as a child from the shoulders down from the years of survival and hunting experience
The Taguel’s typical humanoid attire consists of a loose single-color shirt with long sleeves that have been sewn as to not tear if the arms are moved a lot, a pair of rough sewn pants usually scratched and dirty from his travels, and leather gaiters that cover the ankle of the legwear and travel up to the lower calf section of his body. Archie wears fingerless leather gloves that show off his claws while still being modest enough to work as protection for his hands. Tatters can be seen near the wrist area of his shirt as if they had been scratched often.
Once shifted, the once “cute” and “innocent” boy transforms into a proud wolf comparable to a generic member of a hunting pack in all but size. On all four paws, he stands to the average man’s chest: not the largest Taguel by any means, but certainly nothing to scoff at. His gray hair extends to cover his entire body in a thick coat of sleek silver fur. Archie can manage no more than snarls, barks, howls, whimpers, and every other dog noise from this form having not learned human speech in his War Form due to its lack of necessity.
Personality: Archie is a scrappy lad, always confident and striving to be brave. This is little more than lip service unless he has something to protect: as he is separated from his pack, this would include any companions he were to meet. The boy expresses great pride in what he is and his homeland, especially his pack among the untamed wilderness of Vinland. He is prone to yips and howls to pump himself up, a seemingly boundless supply of energy keeping him hyper and excited for what is to come. Among the few humans he has met, they agree that his energy can only be matched by his loyalty to his friends and who he deems worthy of his abilities.
Around those that he trusts, Archie is as playful and loving as a child (or pup, depending on whether one views him as mostly human or beast) could be. His childhood innocence has led him to ask for strange requests such as head pats and occasionally a leg from a dinner plate without batting an eye. The child has grown to be a master of begging and appealing to others, often trying to repay the favor in the long run as thanks. He finds an odd niche in between the archetypes of a little brother and a dog. Loyalty and companionship are two of the most important ideals to his pack of origin, thus he would jump at the chance to make allies and friends of almost any species… Save for felines, of course. Usually that ends up in a frantic chase of barks, yips, and warning nips.
As a fighter, Archie shows promise of being a strong addition to any team from his childhood experiences of backing up the main hunting party in Vinland. Though easy to startle and intimidated by larger and scarier threats, the boy knows of strength in numbers and can muster courage to stand tall when needed. Outside of combat, however, he is known for behaviors that may seem strange and somewhat endearing. Howling at the moon at night, occasionally licking his wounds out of habit, panting from exhaustion and dehydration, and chasing after small wildlife are some of them.
History: Born the youngest of three children to a couple belonging to a small pack of no more than thirty in the Foxaoss Forest of Vinland, Archie was brought into the world surrounded by those he knew as family. From the first affectionate nuzzle from his mother to the tomfoolery amongst his friends, the boy was raised with a strong sense of familial ties and the importance of blood kin over all else. Especially in such a harsh and unforgiving habitat, sticking together was crucial to ensure survival in a land that most humans dared not enter. Normally one would think that such a defenseless pup (especially one with a coloration that did poorly in terms of camoflague) would struggle to find a way of life in the merciless environment, but Archie and his two older brothers were much more dangerous than the threats around then when they stood together. It was this sense of trust and loyalty they placed in each other that led them to grow and learn how to survive.
Archie’s pack was very territorial, often guarding their homes with a diligence and a stoic awareness that has been in practice for decades. Hunts were done as a group, and so were feasts. A very close-knit community that had been hesitant to approach other peoples was thriving behind the cover of the trees. Life was manageable for the pack, and their numbers had stagnated for most of Archie’s childhood. At the age of six, however, such good fortune turned for the worst. The pack’s Alpha was so fearsome that no one dared challenge him, but his sudden passing of unknown causes left a deep scar in the infrastructure of the pack. They never recovered to the security their lives once had, and even Archie needed to contribute what he could to sustain them. Not even the leadership of Archie’s father had been enough to salvage the loss of their fallen leader. Tears were shed by all from the pains of hunger and sorrow. The pack had left their previous den in search of a new one, eventually roaming around for a while before finding a decent spot. Numbers dwindled back down to a measly 15, and reluctantly the new Alpha had told the remaining members that seeking the towns for a source of resources was crucial to their survival. The once grand and solitary pack that had raised the boy was finally going to reach out to the outside world, or at least the part that was accessible to them.
A large portion of the pack’s trips relied on groups of three travelling to the nearby towns of Dawsbury and Aurnion. While they almost never had any troubles, it was clear that most of the pack members were anxious about meeting outsiders. That is, except for Archie himself. Being the most curious of the young pups in the pack, he had been the most outgoing when it came to making connections to outsiders. The rambunctious child had even managed to secure some food and lessons in literacy from a visiting scholar in exchange for protection from the dangers of Vinland’s harsh atmosphere. The bond between Archie and the scholar grew to the point that his father agreed to let the scholar visit their den to meet him. Through Archie’s introduction, the pack had met their first human and made progress towards warming up to outsiders. Archie was then praised for his intuition and quickly became known among his family as their ambassador due to his ability to read and write fluently by age 8: a rarity among his bloodline.
It was from the scholar that the pack learned more about the outside world beyond just the misery of war. Each member learned his or her fill of curiosities: the Lycian monster outbreak, Sacae’s bandit problems, and much more had broadened their minds to the bigger picture. However, Archie was one to step in and pull them all back: he reminded them all about how not all humans were cursed or evil. One was sitting right in front of them, after all. While not enough to sway his father’s vivid imagination from the worst, the scholar had thanked the young Taguel for his open mind and merciful heart.
Mere days after the scholar’s visit to the pack’s den, Archie’s father made a critical decision. He wanted his youngest son to venture out on his own and discover more about the world, even humans, so that one day he would return and share his knowledge with them to return his family to its former glory. Instantly the suggestion was met with an outrage from not only the boy’s mother, but from everyone else in the small community. It was unheard of for one of their own to leave unaccompanied, and the idea greatly angered them more when news was delivered that the one leaving would be the Alpha’s youngest son. While the idea was highly controversial and even technical taboo, the reasoning was sound: many more of their kind sent out would attract too much attention and leave them underprepared for harsher times to come. Plus, with Archie being the only one bright enough to be able to hold effective conversation with the humans, it would make sense for him to be the one to leave. With a few days of consideration and extra coddling towards her now 9 year old pup, Archie’s mother had to agree with her mate and allow the boy to venture out on his own for the better of the pack. He was to depart in a day’s time.
That entire last day before departure, Archie spent his time roughhousing with his older brothers and saying goodbye to each member of the pack individually. Surprisingly, he held back any and all tears he may have has the urge to shed: all that he offered were promises to do the pack proud and to always think about them during his journey. He eagerly accepted several gifts to help on his journey: a new set of clothes for him to wear that would remain resistant to the effects of heat and cold in his humanoid form, a small keepsake of his home in the form of a necklace with a peculiarly smooth stone attached, a pair of leather boots for him to wear and use, and even some fruits for the road that were gobbled down in about a half hour of his departure. With a cheerful yet reminiscent smile, Archie finally set off to fulfill his father’s wishes for the good of his pack. However, one thing was clear: after meeting the scholar and learning how to read and write from him, the code most Taguel believed in had to be modified for his purposes alone. The boy repeated this new saying to himself over and over for the first few days of his journey as to never forget it:
“I against my brother, my brothers and I against my cousins, then my cousins and I against strangers… But a good stranger is a cousin to me.”
NPC fight: Alt
PC fight: Alt
Class: Taguel-Canine
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 9
Born in: Foxaoss Forest
Appearance: Archie is a scruffy young lad standing at only about four feet tall and weighing only 60 pounds. Being a taguel, his lineage can be identified by his canine-like ears that peek out from his gray, ruffled hair as well as a fluffy tail that peeks out from behind him and swishes often. Among his still growing baby teeth rest two permanent fangs similar to that of a beast of prey. His fingers have somewhat longer and sharper nails, hinting at claws. His skin tone is a somewhat dark tan that surprisingly complements his round face and pudgy, rosy cheeks typical of a child. His big, innocent eyes are contrasted by the color of his irises: a chilling pale gray. Contrary to his age and facial features, however, Archie is seen as slightly buff even as a child from the shoulders down from the years of survival and hunting experience
The Taguel’s typical humanoid attire consists of a loose single-color shirt with long sleeves that have been sewn as to not tear if the arms are moved a lot, a pair of rough sewn pants usually scratched and dirty from his travels, and leather gaiters that cover the ankle of the legwear and travel up to the lower calf section of his body. Archie wears fingerless leather gloves that show off his claws while still being modest enough to work as protection for his hands. Tatters can be seen near the wrist area of his shirt as if they had been scratched often.
Once shifted, the once “cute” and “innocent” boy transforms into a proud wolf comparable to a generic member of a hunting pack in all but size. On all four paws, he stands to the average man’s chest: not the largest Taguel by any means, but certainly nothing to scoff at. His gray hair extends to cover his entire body in a thick coat of sleek silver fur. Archie can manage no more than snarls, barks, howls, whimpers, and every other dog noise from this form having not learned human speech in his War Form due to its lack of necessity.
Personality: Archie is a scrappy lad, always confident and striving to be brave. This is little more than lip service unless he has something to protect: as he is separated from his pack, this would include any companions he were to meet. The boy expresses great pride in what he is and his homeland, especially his pack among the untamed wilderness of Vinland. He is prone to yips and howls to pump himself up, a seemingly boundless supply of energy keeping him hyper and excited for what is to come. Among the few humans he has met, they agree that his energy can only be matched by his loyalty to his friends and who he deems worthy of his abilities.
Around those that he trusts, Archie is as playful and loving as a child (or pup, depending on whether one views him as mostly human or beast) could be. His childhood innocence has led him to ask for strange requests such as head pats and occasionally a leg from a dinner plate without batting an eye. The child has grown to be a master of begging and appealing to others, often trying to repay the favor in the long run as thanks. He finds an odd niche in between the archetypes of a little brother and a dog. Loyalty and companionship are two of the most important ideals to his pack of origin, thus he would jump at the chance to make allies and friends of almost any species… Save for felines, of course. Usually that ends up in a frantic chase of barks, yips, and warning nips.
As a fighter, Archie shows promise of being a strong addition to any team from his childhood experiences of backing up the main hunting party in Vinland. Though easy to startle and intimidated by larger and scarier threats, the boy knows of strength in numbers and can muster courage to stand tall when needed. Outside of combat, however, he is known for behaviors that may seem strange and somewhat endearing. Howling at the moon at night, occasionally licking his wounds out of habit, panting from exhaustion and dehydration, and chasing after small wildlife are some of them.
History: Born the youngest of three children to a couple belonging to a small pack of no more than thirty in the Foxaoss Forest of Vinland, Archie was brought into the world surrounded by those he knew as family. From the first affectionate nuzzle from his mother to the tomfoolery amongst his friends, the boy was raised with a strong sense of familial ties and the importance of blood kin over all else. Especially in such a harsh and unforgiving habitat, sticking together was crucial to ensure survival in a land that most humans dared not enter. Normally one would think that such a defenseless pup (especially one with a coloration that did poorly in terms of camoflague) would struggle to find a way of life in the merciless environment, but Archie and his two older brothers were much more dangerous than the threats around then when they stood together. It was this sense of trust and loyalty they placed in each other that led them to grow and learn how to survive.
Archie’s pack was very territorial, often guarding their homes with a diligence and a stoic awareness that has been in practice for decades. Hunts were done as a group, and so were feasts. A very close-knit community that had been hesitant to approach other peoples was thriving behind the cover of the trees. Life was manageable for the pack, and their numbers had stagnated for most of Archie’s childhood. At the age of six, however, such good fortune turned for the worst. The pack’s Alpha was so fearsome that no one dared challenge him, but his sudden passing of unknown causes left a deep scar in the infrastructure of the pack. They never recovered to the security their lives once had, and even Archie needed to contribute what he could to sustain them. Not even the leadership of Archie’s father had been enough to salvage the loss of their fallen leader. Tears were shed by all from the pains of hunger and sorrow. The pack had left their previous den in search of a new one, eventually roaming around for a while before finding a decent spot. Numbers dwindled back down to a measly 15, and reluctantly the new Alpha had told the remaining members that seeking the towns for a source of resources was crucial to their survival. The once grand and solitary pack that had raised the boy was finally going to reach out to the outside world, or at least the part that was accessible to them.
A large portion of the pack’s trips relied on groups of three travelling to the nearby towns of Dawsbury and Aurnion. While they almost never had any troubles, it was clear that most of the pack members were anxious about meeting outsiders. That is, except for Archie himself. Being the most curious of the young pups in the pack, he had been the most outgoing when it came to making connections to outsiders. The rambunctious child had even managed to secure some food and lessons in literacy from a visiting scholar in exchange for protection from the dangers of Vinland’s harsh atmosphere. The bond between Archie and the scholar grew to the point that his father agreed to let the scholar visit their den to meet him. Through Archie’s introduction, the pack had met their first human and made progress towards warming up to outsiders. Archie was then praised for his intuition and quickly became known among his family as their ambassador due to his ability to read and write fluently by age 8: a rarity among his bloodline.
It was from the scholar that the pack learned more about the outside world beyond just the misery of war. Each member learned his or her fill of curiosities: the Lycian monster outbreak, Sacae’s bandit problems, and much more had broadened their minds to the bigger picture. However, Archie was one to step in and pull them all back: he reminded them all about how not all humans were cursed or evil. One was sitting right in front of them, after all. While not enough to sway his father’s vivid imagination from the worst, the scholar had thanked the young Taguel for his open mind and merciful heart.
Mere days after the scholar’s visit to the pack’s den, Archie’s father made a critical decision. He wanted his youngest son to venture out on his own and discover more about the world, even humans, so that one day he would return and share his knowledge with them to return his family to its former glory. Instantly the suggestion was met with an outrage from not only the boy’s mother, but from everyone else in the small community. It was unheard of for one of their own to leave unaccompanied, and the idea greatly angered them more when news was delivered that the one leaving would be the Alpha’s youngest son. While the idea was highly controversial and even technical taboo, the reasoning was sound: many more of their kind sent out would attract too much attention and leave them underprepared for harsher times to come. Plus, with Archie being the only one bright enough to be able to hold effective conversation with the humans, it would make sense for him to be the one to leave. With a few days of consideration and extra coddling towards her now 9 year old pup, Archie’s mother had to agree with her mate and allow the boy to venture out on his own for the better of the pack. He was to depart in a day’s time.
That entire last day before departure, Archie spent his time roughhousing with his older brothers and saying goodbye to each member of the pack individually. Surprisingly, he held back any and all tears he may have has the urge to shed: all that he offered were promises to do the pack proud and to always think about them during his journey. He eagerly accepted several gifts to help on his journey: a new set of clothes for him to wear that would remain resistant to the effects of heat and cold in his humanoid form, a small keepsake of his home in the form of a necklace with a peculiarly smooth stone attached, a pair of leather boots for him to wear and use, and even some fruits for the road that were gobbled down in about a half hour of his departure. With a cheerful yet reminiscent smile, Archie finally set off to fulfill his father’s wishes for the good of his pack. However, one thing was clear: after meeting the scholar and learning how to read and write from him, the code most Taguel believed in had to be modified for his purposes alone. The boy repeated this new saying to himself over and over for the first few days of his journey as to never forget it:
“I against my brother, my brothers and I against my cousins, then my cousins and I against strangers… But a good stranger is a cousin to me.”
NPC fight: Alt
PC fight: Alt