[Human] Locke
Jan 1, 2021 3:56:11 GMT -8
Post by Sparky on Jan 1, 2021 3:56:11 GMT -8
Name: Locke
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Human
Breed: Angry
Height: 6'7
Ruling God: Nike
Elemental Affinity:
Metal: 7
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
Equipment: Trapping tools, metal dust, ball bearings, hunting knife, water canteen, rope, kindling, flint and steel.
Occupation: Nomad
Other:
-Blood type AB+
-Plays the knife game when he's bored
-Makes a mean curry
-May or may not be slightly awkward around cute girls
-Has a very strained relationship with the forest critters, and may or may not owe them money
-On an unrelated note, once was mugged by a raccoon
-On another unrelated note, may or may not have lost a card game to a raccoon
-Doesn't dare challenge any Raccoons
-Is afraid of raccoons.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Human
Breed: Angry
Height: 6'7
Ruling God: Nike
Elemental Affinity:
Metal: 7
Appearance:
Image Refs: imgur.com/a/eKTg8mS
Description: Tall, muscular, and rugged, Locke is a behemoth of a man with an intimidating aura about him. Around his neck are triangular tattoos, pointing downwards, with different necklaces hanging about it. Black markings are tattooed around his eyes, emphasizing them in an almost predatory manner, while most of his facial features are covered by a skull-shaped metal mask. One half of his head is shaved, with the remaining hair colored black and tipped blond. He wears slightly tattered shirts, under a sleeveless denim jacket. Steel toed boots are paired with black cargo pants. Finally, tattooed upon his right shoulder is an infinity symbol. When his powers are active, massive metal spires float off his back from his shoulder blades, while his fists are covered by other, similar metal masses. Floating over his left arm is a trail of geometrically similar metal chunks.
Description: Tall, muscular, and rugged, Locke is a behemoth of a man with an intimidating aura about him. Around his neck are triangular tattoos, pointing downwards, with different necklaces hanging about it. Black markings are tattooed around his eyes, emphasizing them in an almost predatory manner, while most of his facial features are covered by a skull-shaped metal mask. One half of his head is shaved, with the remaining hair colored black and tipped blond. He wears slightly tattered shirts, under a sleeveless denim jacket. Steel toed boots are paired with black cargo pants. Finally, tattooed upon his right shoulder is an infinity symbol. When his powers are active, massive metal spires float off his back from his shoulder blades, while his fists are covered by other, similar metal masses. Floating over his left arm is a trail of geometrically similar metal chunks.
Withdrawn, serious, resolute. Locke is a deeply troubled, deeply angry individual who feels betrayed by the world around him. While he doesn't outright hurt innocents, the aura around him has the feeling of a man one step away from the edge. His isolation kills any ability to trust and damages his chances at forming healthy relationships with others, and many nights are spent without sleep. To break from it all, he searches for any excuse to get into fights, any excuse to avoid the storm inside his head. Despite all of that, he genuinely wishes and yearns to make bonds with others and to overcome that inability to do so. But, simply put, he doesn't know how.
One day, a group of adventurers tasked with exterminating a bandit camp took a wrong turn on their path. Their orders had been to exterminate the camp down to every last man and woman. To ensure that they wouldn't become a threat. The idea was noble, but after reading a map incorrectly, the result left Locke surrounded by the dead members of his once thriving clan. His survival had been dumb luck. A miracle. But that day haunts him, always in the back of his mind. Thanks to the teachings he'd already received in his clan, Locke was able to survive off the land, but the anger and hatred he felt towards the men who carelessly and mercilessly butchered his family never went away. They were hailed as heroes. His clan rewritten as monsters. The grudge forced him into a self inflicted isolation. Training hard and stoking the flames of his rage each and every day, until that single minded purpose became his entire identity. To this day, he hungers for the opportunity to get his revenge. The man travels the periphery, working his way village to village, following rumors and sometimes escorting caravans.
Occupation: Nomad
Other:
-Blood type AB+
-Plays the knife game when he's bored
-Makes a mean curry
-May or may not be slightly awkward around cute girls
-Has a very strained relationship with the forest critters, and may or may not owe them money
-On an unrelated note, once was mugged by a raccoon
-On another unrelated note, may or may not have lost a card game to a raccoon
-Doesn't dare challenge any Raccoons
-Is afraid of raccoons.
