Post by mulciber on Feb 10, 2017 0:00:38 GMT
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Name: Khamrabaevite
(Seeming) Gender: Female (?)
Seeming Age: Kinda hard to guess, but certainly around middle age if anything
Faction: N/A
Corrupted: N
Appearance: Very tall and burly, with arms noticeably longer than legs, dressed in a simple, tattered looking gray shirt that ends somewhere below the knees. Barefoot, with one long strand of hair sort of congealing into what could be described as a hair whipe dangling to one side carelessly.
Personality: Does not like being around others at all, and will attack anything that disturbs their quiet, but is easy to manipulate due to not being very smart or being capable of more complex mental processes.
Reclusive and not keen to associate with anyone, no matter the person or species, Khamrabaevite preffers to seek out absolute stillness and quiet, sitting in the sunshine, imitating a statue, or a large and loose lying boulder. As course as it's body, it pounces on anything that provokes it so long until it no longer moves, or until it can no longer be seen.
Likes: Quiet, sunshine, statues, sunlight
Dislikes: Animals, loud machines, noise, humans, Gems
Fears: Nothing, due to not pondering the question very much
Weapon: A mace, with an absurdly massive round top, bigger than a person's head. If the thought occurs may also headbutt things deep into the ground.
Ability: None, beyond great physical strength
Fusions: N
History: A possibly defective Gem at creation, Khamrabaevite does not like being around others and once made refused to leave the hole, violently smashing anyone who came near. Kept doing that until being left alone, but forced out of the hole due to a cave in, Khamrabaevite left, wandering around until finding a nice dilapitated ruin to settle in.
Will occasionally just decide to leave and find a different residence, usually after having made a mess of the place smashing up any intruders, be they small animals or stray leaves.
Character arcs: I assume that would be getting used to not smashing everything, pondering more complex questions, and probably become subject to manipulation.
Name: Khamrabaevite
(Seeming) Gender: Female (?)
Seeming Age: Kinda hard to guess, but certainly around middle age if anything
Faction: N/A
Corrupted: N
Appearance: Very tall and burly, with arms noticeably longer than legs, dressed in a simple, tattered looking gray shirt that ends somewhere below the knees. Barefoot, with one long strand of hair sort of congealing into what could be described as a hair whipe dangling to one side carelessly.
Personality: Does not like being around others at all, and will attack anything that disturbs their quiet, but is easy to manipulate due to not being very smart or being capable of more complex mental processes.
Reclusive and not keen to associate with anyone, no matter the person or species, Khamrabaevite preffers to seek out absolute stillness and quiet, sitting in the sunshine, imitating a statue, or a large and loose lying boulder. As course as it's body, it pounces on anything that provokes it so long until it no longer moves, or until it can no longer be seen.
Likes: Quiet, sunshine, statues, sunlight
Dislikes: Animals, loud machines, noise, humans, Gems
Fears: Nothing, due to not pondering the question very much
Weapon: A mace, with an absurdly massive round top, bigger than a person's head. If the thought occurs may also headbutt things deep into the ground.
Ability: None, beyond great physical strength
Fusions: N
History: A possibly defective Gem at creation, Khamrabaevite does not like being around others and once made refused to leave the hole, violently smashing anyone who came near. Kept doing that until being left alone, but forced out of the hole due to a cave in, Khamrabaevite left, wandering around until finding a nice dilapitated ruin to settle in.
Will occasionally just decide to leave and find a different residence, usually after having made a mess of the place smashing up any intruders, be they small animals or stray leaves.
Character arcs: I assume that would be getting used to not smashing everything, pondering more complex questions, and probably become subject to manipulation.