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'Bel'
\\General Information//
- Full Name: Belisario Duran
- Heritage / Culture: Urlan, Tierraveran Ailor prior to transformation
- Age: 25 (April 29th)
- Gender / Pronouns: Male, He/Him
- Religion: Fornoss
- Occult: None
- Occupation: Ex-Mercenary
\\Appearance Information//
- Eye Color: Dark
- Fur Color: Silver
- Horns: Sharp, pointed straight up
- Height: 6'6
- Body Type: Buff asf! bro's an Urlan!!
- Additional features: Belisario is based on the Morucha breed of cow
\\Skill Information//
- Hobbies: Clothes-repairing, practicing his
, etc- Mechanics:
Urlan
- Urlan can declare one person their "Ward" (does not need consent), which grants +1 Defense Stat (break cap up to 9) while in Emote Range. This must be declared on a Character Application to apply.
- Urlan gain +2 Defense Stat (break cap up to 9) while either in Gloomrot Forest, or while outside of the city boundaries, such as the Hunting Trails, the Forests, and roads leading out of Regalia.
- Urlan have superior metabolism, need to eat less to survive, do not feel cold temperatures or suffer hypothermia, have night-vision in the dark, and can eat spoiled/raw/poisoned food without issue.
- Urlan have very minor shapeshifting abilities through the Oorl Worm's substance, being able to bulk up or slim down on command by increasing or decelerating the growth hormone production of the glands.
- Urlan can perform great feats of strength out of Combat (carry multiple people, throw boulders etc.). They also gain +5 in out of Combat dice roll Strength competitions.
- Languages: Common, Daendroque, Orsti
\\Plothooks/Backstory//
//Plothooks\\
Stormcloud- Belisario, having been turned into an Urlan recently, has not.. figured out how to seem friendly. His face is often stormy, brow furrowed, frowning. However, speaking to him causes those stormclouds to clear away. He's a sweet guy. Just give him a chance.
They Did This to Me- Belisario has a /full/ grudge against nobility. All of them. He will never forgive them for what they did to him.
My Old Merc Perks- Prior to leaving the mercenary company, Belisario was very close with some of them. Perhaps they are around the Capital?
//Backstory\\
Born to two Tierraveran immigrants in the capital city of Regalia, Belisario Duran, at this point a tierraveran Ailor, spent his early life living with, and learning from his family, who owned a tailor's shop. Although the eldest of 4 children, he was the second shortest. How embarrassing. However, being a loving big brother to his younger siblings, protecting them from bullies, from criminals, and from any danger, was his top priority. In a lot of ways, he was another parent to them, helping them learn the skills they'd need to live in old town, helping around the tailor's whenever available.
Soon after Belisario's fourteenth birthday, however, the Tailor's was ransacked. Their family would never fully financially recover, as the tailor would never bring in as much business as before. Belisario would soon start to take odd-jobs around the city, such as helping shops around the city with stock, delivering letters, et cetera. He, however, never lost a smile, being pleasant to everyone who deserved it. It gave him more business, you know.
Eventually, after even the work that Belisario was doing to support his family, the tailor's and the now 19 year old Belisario's work was not bringing in enough income. Bel needed a solution. Quickly. "You know what gives you lots of money really quickly? Mercenary work!" said a certain Eronidas. Bel signed up for the mercenary company his friend worked for in the capital of Regalia, meeting many people who would become close friends of his, including the Eronidas, Sabir. Not without the disapproval of his family, however. They worried that he would die, be taken advantage of, or go missing.
Their worries proved true years later, when at the age of twenty-five, after spending almost all of his adult life building a reputation as a well-trusted mercenary, able to get jobs done quickly, he was sought out by the Silverberry family. For a large sum of crowns that his family needed, he'd have to go to the far north to find a Hjordi artifact in the tundra. Belisario agreed, as he needed the money. He told his closest friends that he would be back in 3-4 weeks.
Belisario was not back in 3-4 weeks. He, however, was not going to give up. The money he would have received was going to be able to support his family for the rest of their lives. He spent 5 months in the tundra. Alone, watching for roaming Urlan, careful not to be found. The Urlan in the area were said to be violent. He would not risk that, continuing to look for this illusive artifact requested, becoming more and more bold. Eventually, however, he failed. He was found by one of the passing Urlan, being taken back, fighting tooth and nail, to their group where he was violently transformed, put into a pen with an Oorl worm which attacked.
Many days later, Bel, now an Urlan, his mind a cacophony of the Oorl worm's and his own, would stumble out of the tribe. They wouldn't follow him. They had blessed him, he should be thankful. He, however, was not. He sent a letter to the noble. "Baroness, are you sure that the artifact is here?" He recieved a reply two weeks later from Baronness Helega Sighvatsson. "No, apologies, the artifact had been taken! I thought I had sent a letter, but I assume I did not!" There was nothing else. Belisario turned the letter around, upside down, inside out, then ripped it to shreds. Not a single crown. He began to weep, then to walk.
Belisario's journey was wrought with confusion, his new body being different. Horns where there used to be nothing, a longer face, a taller, more muscular stature. Nothing felt the same, so wrong. Yet, at the same time, this body, it /was/ great in many ways. How could he turn from the body he'd had his entire life for a body given to him by force, without his consent? Belisario's brain throbbed. A reminder of the visitor in his body. The parasite, yet also the blessed gift.
Belisario returned to the capital, but his family did not recognize him. He was presumed dead, as he was not able to send letters in the 6 months. They accused the Urlan of not being him, being an impersonator. He could not go back to the mercenary company, as he had technically deserted. Where does he turn? He cannot go back to his old friend, but... he /does/ look good in red now. Perhaps he would be accepted by the Bloodcast order. He hopes they will. He has a score to settle.
Soon after Belisario's fourteenth birthday, however, the Tailor's was ransacked. Their family would never fully financially recover, as the tailor would never bring in as much business as before. Belisario would soon start to take odd-jobs around the city, such as helping shops around the city with stock, delivering letters, et cetera. He, however, never lost a smile, being pleasant to everyone who deserved it. It gave him more business, you know.
Eventually, after even the work that Belisario was doing to support his family, the tailor's and the now 19 year old Belisario's work was not bringing in enough income. Bel needed a solution. Quickly. "You know what gives you lots of money really quickly? Mercenary work!" said a certain Eronidas. Bel signed up for the mercenary company his friend worked for in the capital of Regalia, meeting many people who would become close friends of his, including the Eronidas, Sabir. Not without the disapproval of his family, however. They worried that he would die, be taken advantage of, or go missing.
Their worries proved true years later, when at the age of twenty-five, after spending almost all of his adult life building a reputation as a well-trusted mercenary, able to get jobs done quickly, he was sought out by the Silverberry family. For a large sum of crowns that his family needed, he'd have to go to the far north to find a Hjordi artifact in the tundra. Belisario agreed, as he needed the money. He told his closest friends that he would be back in 3-4 weeks.
Belisario was not back in 3-4 weeks. He, however, was not going to give up. The money he would have received was going to be able to support his family for the rest of their lives. He spent 5 months in the tundra. Alone, watching for roaming Urlan, careful not to be found. The Urlan in the area were said to be violent. He would not risk that, continuing to look for this illusive artifact requested, becoming more and more bold. Eventually, however, he failed. He was found by one of the passing Urlan, being taken back, fighting tooth and nail, to their group where he was violently transformed, put into a pen with an Oorl worm which attacked.
Many days later, Bel, now an Urlan, his mind a cacophony of the Oorl worm's and his own, would stumble out of the tribe. They wouldn't follow him. They had blessed him, he should be thankful. He, however, was not. He sent a letter to the noble. "Baroness, are you sure that the artifact is here?" He recieved a reply two weeks later from Baronness Helega Sighvatsson. "No, apologies, the artifact had been taken! I thought I had sent a letter, but I assume I did not!" There was nothing else. Belisario turned the letter around, upside down, inside out, then ripped it to shreds. Not a single crown. He began to weep, then to walk.
Belisario's journey was wrought with confusion, his new body being different. Horns where there used to be nothing, a longer face, a taller, more muscular stature. Nothing felt the same, so wrong. Yet, at the same time, this body, it /was/ great in many ways. How could he turn from the body he'd had his entire life for a body given to him by force, without his consent? Belisario's brain throbbed. A reminder of the visitor in his body. The parasite, yet also the blessed gift.
Belisario returned to the capital, but his family did not recognize him. He was presumed dead, as he was not able to send letters in the 6 months. They accused the Urlan of not being him, being an impersonator. He could not go back to the mercenary company, as he had technically deserted. Where does he turn? He cannot go back to his old friend, but... he /does/ look good in red now. Perhaps he would be accepted by the Bloodcast order. He hopes they will. He has a score to settle.
\\Relationships//
(Character's players are referred to by their Discord username.)
None as of now!
None as of now!
\\Combat Proficiencies and Abilities//
(FULL CREDIT TO DOVAH77)
(I love Dovah she did this for me)
Attack Stat: Strength
Defense Stat: Constitution
[15/15 points spent]
Proficiency Points:
STR:7
Weapon Throw (free)
Technique Parry
Concossive Blow
Shattering Strike
Wounded Ego
Breakthrough
Heavy Throw
Stalwart
CON:6
Shield Impact(free)
Iron Will
Rage Counter
Shield Cover
Shield Rumble
Shield Taunt
Shield Snare
DEX:2
Close Save
Sharp Reflexes
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