Basic Information Full Name: Anibal Aliases Hannibal Age: 45 Race: Bakrathar Kathar Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Preferred Weapon: Chain Whip + Tower Shield Skill Information Total Points: 50prof, 10 talent, 10 hobby, 5 racial (45) 20 Warlash Combat (Prof) 20 Shield (Prof) 15 Unarmed Combat (10 Prof + 5 Racial) 5 Burgling Rogue (Talent) 5 Conning Rogue (Talent) 10 Hunting Art (Hobby) Body Shape Total 45 (cap) = [ 55 + 20 Racial Passive [Orcish Biology] = 75 ] Strongman Body Shape Built Body Fat Languages Common Kathar Altalar Wyld Altalar Special Traits/Spells/Mutations Racial Dread Rebirth Dread Binding Dread Tampering Dread Linking Dread Pact Sub Race Dread Warbeast Orcish Biology Visual Information (Required) Eye Color: Dark Green, almost Black Eye-whites: Dark grey Hair Color: Dark Brown / Burgundy Hair Style: Medium Shaggy Skin Color: Dark grey Clothing: leather chest + pants Height: 6’8 Personality The Core List Choose your Character Alignment Chaotic Evil Choose your Character Personality Type ENTJ Choose your Character's Religion The Void Prefect of War Life Story As a young child Anibal would work the fields, tending to crops and animals as a farm hand. He was quite happy with his life, in is arrogant attempt at farming while truly knowing nothing about what he was doing, and suffering many corrections by his "Keeper", is all he knew. having never met his parents this was the way he thought life was suppose to work, you are born into work, live the work, and die one day after teaching the next generation. The Farmhand would work the fields, and hopefully one day own a farm of his own with his own animals and crops to continue this cycle. Alas, many years later, the werebeast came and raided the farming community killing almost everyone, Anibal, In a fit of pure panic grabbed the only weapon he knew how to use to try to defend himself, a bullwhip where he aimed to save his lively hood, and the only life he knew, though it was a struggle, he found he could hold off the beast that found him, slowly tearing deeper, and deeper wounds into the beast with the whip as he lashed out with everything he had in him. The confusion he could see in the beast's face as the Bakathar slowly tore chunks out of him brought a smile to the Kathar's face, he was unknowingly immune to the beast's spellwork. The beast finally dropped due to blood loss, the Kathar stepped forward and stomped onto its skull, repeatedly until he felt it crush in under his foot. The bloody Kathar with a deep burning rage in his eyes, stepped forward, though successful with his first fight saw a dozen pairs of eyes looking out from across the field at him, he looked around and only then, saw the keeper dead a few feet away. The Keepers throat had been torn out of his body, that's when it set in… he may have won his personal battle, but the town he grew up in, and the only life he knew was over, he had lost. But in loosing, he gained his freedom, though he didn't know this at the time. The Bakathar Glared out across the field and swore an oath to those that were lost and to The Void Prefect of War, that he would find, and destroy all werebeasts for the crimes they have committed before following the tracks of the beasts across the field and out into the unknown. Anibal stopped in villages offering assistance on farms to earn just enough money to keep himself fed, and the small amount of salvaged gear in good condition, in one of the cities he stumbled upon, he came across a friendly, yet blood thirsty knight. Anibal, recognizing that look in the knight's eye introduced himself at once, and with a little persuasion became his squire, tending to his Horse and stable in return for training in both Shield Combat, and unarmed training. It didn't take long for the knight to see that Anibal was terrible at tending to the horse but liked his fighting spirit, to they together, Anibal and the knight enlisted into the Dread Empire. Anibal quite liked the Knight, a fellow Kathar, they traveled the far west together, always volunteering to serve with each other. They spent tens of years in his service together, fighting for the Dread Empire on the south western front. In time, the commanders saw how well he understood combat they gifted him a chain whip and towershield, along with the rank of Sergeant. Anibal, While he accepted the gift with gratitude, he thanked the Knight, as he knew that without the him he never would of revived the gifts nor the training to use the weapons effectively in combat. But, Anibal grew restless, he knew every day spent sparing and fighting in the war, was another day wasted of his personal hunt. So after saying his goodbye’s, he once again set off, working as a for hire mercenary as he went, often tracking escaped prisoners, wild beast's that where terrorizing small villages, or his favorite and reason why he woke up each morning, werebeast. A notice board caught his eye on a new Island he was traveling across, in a ruined city called Crookback, and thought is was mostly deteriorated, he could just make out one word on the board, the only word he had to see, "werebeast". For the first time he was headed to a city, one where these foul creatures are rumored to be in mass, one by the name of "Regalia".
As is, I have some questions in regards to the backstory. Bakrathar are not typically ones to tend to farmland, moreso drifting toward warrior jobs. While it's not impossible, it might warrant an explanation as to why they chose this lifestyle. Additionally, Anibal is consistently described as one who tends to farmland, and yet has zero training in actually taking care of plants. I would suggest investing somewhat into Horticulture or Husbandry arts to reflect this. Finally, I would just lengthen the backstory in general, adding a about a paragraph or so to better reflect the lifespan of a 45 year old. Mark changes you make in green, and ping me once you're all set! @TheMortifero
Hey @Ded Jok How does this work? I'm trying to stress the fact that he's not good with animals or crops, just due to his narrow perspective of life, he truly thought that this was all that was available in life for everyone, and the "Keeper" is pulling reference to Bakathar often being kept as "Prize Gladiators" by elites... and farm work, even if done extremely poorly would help a Bakathar bulk up quickly. Yes, I'm dancing around some pretty terrible things as to keep this all as PG as possible for anyone else that wants to look at the sheet. The majority of experience in life came from the Later years while he was traveling, just the natural Imunities (cant spell it sorry), and luck was on his side. I just wanted a pre-story for why he would join a Military and fight in wars more then just a "Born into the role of a warrior, raised as a squire, etc." Thanks for your time! I hope the story and my explanation here helps clear things up! :)
@Ded Jok Traded Perception (10) for Rogue skills (5 + 5) that better fit the character + usefulness in rp. Thanks! Sorry for the changes so soon!
