Second Earth Character Sheets

[Dr. Nibbles]

We're about ready to start this epic adventure off. All we need its a few heroes to start our Journey. Please fill out the following character profile to the best of your ability using known fluff or and personal history to craft your character. If there are any questions about back story feel free to drop me a PM.

Name:
Age: (Average human, gnome and half orc: 25, Average Dwarf 2-6k, Average Elf or Fey; 1-3k, Average Minotaur; 100, Average Centaur; 2k.)
Gender:
Place of Birth: (City, nation, or faction.)
Sexuality:
Physical Description:
Brief History: (1-3 paragraphs or more)
Gear/Weapons:
Kinks/Desires: (Including favored race to mate with)
Goals:
Alignment: (Good or Evil or Specific Faction)

 

[Jugger82]

Name: Nathan Stone
Age: 25
Gender:
Place of Birth: Byr
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Physical Description: (Avatar)
Brief History: Human by birth, but raised among dwarves, Nathan was found at the bottom of a Byr mountain. His parents were nowhere to be found, and some dwarves took him in and raised him as one of their own, seeing that since the child was a mere infant, he would not have any prejudice of any races, especially of the dwarves. He was grown and taught in the ways of fighting, digging, and alcohol consumption. Being taller among his dwarven family and friends, he had often been able to achieve some things other miners could not achieve when it came to height restrictions, such as making it easier to hand-make larger machinery to mine with. But growing up in the mines has left Nathan with a yearning to see the world, and experience it for whatever it has in store for the looking traveler. So after his goodbyes, he sets out in no particular direction with nothing but his clothes and sharpened shovel on his back.
Gear/Weapons: Shovel (Class is Spear)
Kinks/Desires: Breastplay, Footplay, Humans, Merfolk, Female Minotaurs
Goals: To see the world for all its glory and horror.
Alignment: Neutral


(Hope its okay)

 

[andypants1990]

Name: Borkul of the KulRaka Clan

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: The Wastelands

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Physical Description: Borkul stands at six feet four inches tall, years of training and fighting has left him with a chiseled and battle hardened body. Favoring precision to full on brute strength Borkul has a more toned and defined muscular frame then the average Half Orc that focuses on the pure girth and size of their muscles for optimum head chopping power. Being a Half Orc, Borkul's skin tone actually became more akin to his human parent a more yellowish cream then the normal reds, oranges, and greens of his people. His ears pointed back from his head like many Half Orcs, and even a pair of tusks started to show form between his lips. Even stranger then his more human flesh toned skin were the color of his eyes. A yellowish gold hue that should have been red. Though in the heat of battle, when his blood is pumping and the fury starts to take over, that yellowish gold quickly changes to a heart stopping red. As if his eyes were bleeding from the inside when he turns into a blood thirsty killer.

Brief History: The KulRaka Clan was known as one of the most savage and brutal Half Orc tribes to have ever been brought into the Wastelands. Their fierce and blood thirsty warriors hunt Revenants for sport and open full fledged war on the foolish humans that thought they could enter the Wastelands to gain favor with a dead King. Into this clan Borkul was born, and for twenty years the Half Orc fought and trained and became one of those blood thirsty warriors that were willing to put themselves in life threatening danger for the chance to strike back at those that had crippled their ancestors. But it was on that twentieth year that Borkul would fall in battle.

There was no way that the army that Borkul was so proud of, standing with his brothers and sisters in arms, there was no way that they were ready for what was to come. Just like any other foolish human tribe that tried to claim KulRaka land, they would be met with the full might of the KulRaka army. However after so many years of resistance, so many years of successful massacres in the KulRaka's favor, how were they to know that it would draw the attention of him. This “Avatar”, just another warrior to the mighty KulRaka... But when this Avatar advanced, alone mind you, he seemed to advance with the dread and presence of an army one hundred times the size of the KulRaka. This Avatar single handedly destroyed the KulRaka army, half orc men and women being slain by the dozen with just a single swing of the Avatar's weapon. No manner of weapon or strategy seemed to effect this abomination. The fear that little KulRaka children that normally was beaten out of them with harsh training started to come back... The Dark King Derileth fought on.

Borkul, like many of his bothers in arms, wouldn't go down without a fight. In all of his magnificent rage Borkul charged at the Avatar as he turned his back for a swing. Borkul jumping into the air to bring his weapon over head aiming to cut this man's head clean off at the separation between his helmet and his armor... was shot down in mid air by a single arrow. Who was so skilled as to fire an arrow from the other side of the battlefield? Only the elves were known for such dexterity and skill... Maybe this Avatar truly was the Dark King Derileth, or at least convinced old allies of that name to his cause. Borkul laid there, eyes wide as he stared up at the darkened sky. The shot having hit him in the left pectoral... Probably pierced his heart... With only seconds to spare Borkul choose to die a warriors death, grabbing his weapon and placing it on his chest as he started to slip from consciousness.

But a warriors death would not grace Borkul that day. Lucky for him the arrow had just missed his heart even luckier a caravan of dark elf gypsies was going around looting the now barren corpse filled battle field. Unlucky for Borkul was that this arrow was more then a simple arrow, a rather dark and potent magic upon it that was meant to torment. Borkul let out a blood curdling cry as the arrow sent surges of pain that could only be described as a fire igniting inside of his body. This got the attention of the corpse looting dark elves that came to find a Half Orc still alive. Quick to take him with them as they moved on.

Between the searing pain and complete and utter urge to end his life to escape it, Borkul was stuck bound to the floor of a caravan as two Dark Elves seemed to never leave his side. If he could comprehend anything other then the pain that coursed through his body he would have been able to recognize dark magic when he saw it, but he was in no way able to protest right now as they marked his body with different runic symbols and paints. Later they would tell him that the arrow he was shot with had been cursed, meant to rob the honor bound Orcish race of their glorious deaths and give a life of torture. Many Orcs choosing suicide, the most shameful of escapes. Luckily a number of the gypsies spoke more then their own native tongues, hell they had to be since they functioned as traveling entertainers and merchants.

So for the next six years Borkul learned and lived with these gypsies. Traveling the kingdom in pursuit of riches and adventure. It was no gratifying victory of carnage that Borkul favored, but such tasks brought new found emotions that Borkul began to enjoy. Many seasons he was able to join the Dark Elves in their tree villages in the forests of Kithenica, and under the guidance and training of the great assassins of these forests did Borkul learn to strike true instead of just striking hard. Unfortunately Half Orcs weren't able to manipulate magic, but their concoctions and devices of misdirection Borkul adapted, their very technical and precise combat styles he mastered, and above all else their level headedness in the heat of battle. Well... That last lesson was still a challenge for Borkul, but the power to harness his blood lust and keep a level head in combat... That was a skill that no half orc or even orc had ever mastered, or even tried to master. It was this skill that he continued to train in, this skill that one day he would use to exact revenge upon everyone and everything that had ruined his people.

And so, leaving his new family Borkul embarked on his own journey. A mercenary for hire that met every job and challenge with the end of his blade. Growing stronger and stronger with each passing day.

Gear/Weapons: A long sword that is better describe as a cleaver that has been sharpened and refined. Jagged edges meant to saw through flesh and bone like twigs and paper. A magical suit of Elvish armor that can actually retract to be nothing more then a plated belt, but with just a thought, and a fully charged rune stone, it can contour to the body and have a full set of armor equipped and ready for battle in seconds. The armor has two settings, one a set of heavy plate for full on wafare, and a set that produces less plates for a stealthier much more maneuverable set of armor.

Kinks/Desires: Dark Elves are the favorite race to mate with. Major kinks includes cream pieing human females for the chance to continue the Orcish race. Women performing Ball/Testicle worship never hurts either!

Goals: Kill any goblin that dares to show it's face, run through any Zartoshts that dare cross his path, all the while honing his skills so that if he ever met Derileth or the Avatar or whatever the hell would claim to be that abomination.. That he could mount it's head on a pike and show what Orcish might truly is.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

 

[Razgriz]

Name: Darian Smith

Alias: Longbow

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Onyx Point (a fair bit aways from Norr)

Sexuality: Straight, Switch

Physical Description:
Build: Lean, medium frame
Eye color: Deep blue
Hair color and length: Ear length, midnight black, slicked back
Height: 1.63 m (~5'4")
Weight: 59.4 kg (~131 lb)

Brief History:

Life for Darian was never easy; having been raised by his single mother after his father died during a factional war, they had to cope with the fact that Darian also was born with a rare but generally harmless heart condition, for which the medicine was very expensive and not easy to come by. Thankfully, it seemed he didn't need to take the medicine all that often, so the financial burden on his family was alleviated somewhat. However, it meant he could not do too strenuous of work; his father had left him a crossbow, to use as part of learning to hunt for food in these uncertain times, which Darian would shoot. After all, Onyx Point was one of the most dangerous areas for humans to live; hunting made the most sense out of the options to obtain food. And with the small game he was able to nab, it seemed that he'd be able to bring home enough food for the two of them.

However, the constant warring of the human factions often caused shortages of supplies and work due to destruction of fields and factories. One such factory was a munitions plant which supplied quality weapons to any group willing to pay the price; sadly, Darian was an employee - having taken the job to pay a protection racket they were strong-armed into - there and was forced to flee after a rebel party stormed the facility and burned it to the ground. He made it out alive, but now had nowhere to make money to help feed himself and his mother. And from there it just got worse; he returned home to find that his mother was missing, the house strewn and torn apart with the signs of an intense struggle. With nowhere left to go, Darian packed what supplies he could and left on a quest to locate his mother.

It was during his journey to try and find her that Darian quickly became a silent killer; soon, he started to make a name for himself and was quickly located and brought in for an 'interview' with Talon Company, a merciless band of hitmen that carried out high-priority assassinations of important targets. With the Crossbolt Gun - which Darian would later modify - and a variety of arrows to use, he quickly went to work, trading the kills he got for pay and information regarding possible whereabouts of his beloved mother.

Gear/Weapons:

Armor: Talon Company Armor

Primary Weapon: Modified Crossbolt Gun - Strapped across his back

Secondary Weapon: HAMR heavy pistol - Strapped to a hip holster

Melee Weapon: Steel Dagger - His most unusual piece; its pommel has an inset of pure sapphire, given to him by his first (and long since dead) lover. Rarely used due to his long-range preference of attack, it serves as a good-luck charm for him.

Miscellaneous Equipment: 3 syringe slots for needles with heart medicine, an adequate sized quiver to hold his bolts, a pouch for smoke bombs, a handkerchief to use to provide moderate air filtration, pockets to hold small quantities of cured meat and fruit, small coin bag.

Bolts for Crossbolt Gun: - Note: He only has Standard and Balanced Bolts at all times. Other Bolt variants are acquired at separate points in time

- Standard Iron Bolt - A very basic concept: Solid steel body with pointed head and simple stabilizers at the rear (Common)

- Balanced Carbon-Steel Bolt - Same shape as Standard Bolt, but with added stabilizers and lightweight body for added range (Common, but expensive)

- Fire Rune Shrapnel Bolt (Rare) - Difficult to craft and harder to come by, this hollowed Bolt functions via impact which fractures a Fire Rune and upon release of arcane Fire energy, creates a large explosion with pieces of the heated metal bolt as penetrating projectiles in all directions

- Lightning Rune Trap Bolt (Semi-rare) - A more defensive type of Bolt, uses a Proximity-enhanced Lightning Rune to discharge a powerful electric current, capable of stunning multiple opponents and making them scream in pain.

- Earth Rune Petrifying Bolt (Scarce) - Almost impossible to find and extremely difficult to craft, Darian is lucky to find even one of these. Upon penetration, a needle emerges from the head of the bolt, injecting a liquid solution containing pulverized Earth Rune dust and upon it detecting the inherent arcana present in all creatures, causes instant solidification of the body.

Kinks/Desires:
- Loves sizable tits and round asses. Especially loves getting his meat stroked by a woman's funbags and making her scream with pleasure as he eats her out. Also loves popping a woman's cherry when he gets the opportunity.

- Has a fairly neutral attitude when it comes to who's 'on the top'; sometimes, it's more fun for him to let the girl have her jollies.

- Has only had human women, but would like to see about getting with a High Elf or even a Dark Elf. Shudders at the thought of being with any of the other races.

Goals:
- Survive
- Find his mother, if she's even still alive
- Find a feisty but good-mannered woman to settle down with at some point, if he even lives that long

Alignment: Mercenary Faction

 

[KimiDoll]

Name:

• Katya Icestrike

Age:

• One Thousand, nine hundred and ninety seven.

Gender:

• Female

Place of Birth:

• Aesic

Sexuality:

• Bisexual

Physical Description:

• [x] [x]

Brief History:

• Before the dark Ascent, Katya's family were regarded as one of the most noble family of warriors in all of Aesic. Their skills and knowledge allowed them to develop more advanced techniques that are still taught among the dark elves to this very day. It was only natural that they were one of the first families to march against Derileth when the dark Ascent began. However, after returning to Aesic to find it in ruins Katya's family were labelled as traitors in the heat of their frustration at the loss of their home. In a grand and horrifying manner Katya's family was slaughtered for their supposed betrayal, they took anyone under the name of Icestrike and made an example of them. Only by the pained efforts of Katya's father was she able to survive this tragedy. Abandoning their home in the forests of Kithenica, Katya and her father ran, seeking refuge in the land of Byr. Her father cursed their misfortune on the other elves, his anger towards them eating away at his soul.
  The years passed and Katya's father found honest work as a hired guard while Katya laboured away as an apprentice blacksmith. Keeping their lives as separate from the other elves as much as possible, her father continued to scorn their kind and began to train Katya in the ways of her family. Speaking to her of the day they would make their triumphant return to vanquish the evil from their home and restore their good name. Katya honoured her father and wished for the same thing, slowly developing the same hatred for their kind, for the ones who slaughtered her family.

Gear/Weapons:

• Her main weapon is her deadly kusarigama, or "chain-sickle" in English and an assortment of blades that she keeps hidden.
  Her armor is made out of a flexible leather as she is skilled at scaling tall buildings and trees with ease.

Kinks/Desires:

• Muscular men and voluptuous women.
  Enjoys a little bit of power play, what's the use of getting some when you're not having fun?
  She loves the idea of a sub and dom relationship, but has not found anyone strong enough to control her.
  She's got a preference for the unusual, humans and other fey/elves make her yawn.

Goals:

• To bring honor back to her family name and to see the kingdom of Aesic rise from the ashes.

Alignment:

• Katya is a good person, though she would fight tooth and nail to deny that.
  She wants what is best for her people and will go to any lengths to accomplish that.