Post by Minion on May 22, 2006 20:19:18 GMT -5
Name: Minion
Age: Ummm, I don't think I can count that high.
Race: Ogre Werewolf
Origin: Talmarsain Mountains
Physical Description: Big, ugly, and dirty. All the good things about Ogres.
Alignment: I fight for no one. I crush all!
Affiliations: Me's in the Demon Guardians. Titans sucked.
Languages Spoken: My talk is good.
Combat Skills: Unlike most ogres I've learned how to use a special made huge Masa.
Special Abilities: Can turn into a werewolf. High healing abilities and heightened senses.
Armor: Thick skinned (in more ways then one).
Normal Weapons: Large, spiked club. Very large Masamune.
Magical Weapons: Got rocks that make fire. Big magic!
Normal items: Injector for serum.
Magical items: Vials of serum called Essence of Moonlight (You should be able to guess what they are for).
Special Weakness: Me big, strong, no weak (unless you count lack of a functional brain).
Background: Minion was one of the revered warriors of his mountain village. On a venture along the snowy ridges he came across a group of travelers. They desired shelter before the coming storm would bury them alive. Knowing the caves in his homeland he was able to get them out of the storm. It was too late for him to head back to town, so he stayed with them. When night fell, and the clouds split open he was awoken by a horrible howl. The travelers where werewolves and he was trapped in a cave with them.
He stood his ground well, but was injured before they ran off into the distance. Once his werewolf syndrome kicked in fully he found himself hunting down the packed that he fought. Finding them proved easy in his new condition. The problem was he found that in returning to them he no longer wanted to kill them. It would have been easy for him too, being nearly three times the size of an average werewolf. He found that they accepted him when his own people chased him out. They showed him their secret medicine that empowered them even in broad daylight.
Now equipped with the serum they call Essence of Moonlight he travels around scouting areas for his new pact. He's the bruiser of the group, so he has freedom to venture alone. When he sees an opportunity for profit for the pact he reports in and brings everyone in for the fun.
Age: Ummm, I don't think I can count that high.
Race: Ogre Werewolf
Origin: Talmarsain Mountains
Physical Description: Big, ugly, and dirty. All the good things about Ogres.
Alignment: I fight for no one. I crush all!
Affiliations: Me's in the Demon Guardians. Titans sucked.
Languages Spoken: My talk is good.
Combat Skills: Unlike most ogres I've learned how to use a special made huge Masa.
Special Abilities: Can turn into a werewolf. High healing abilities and heightened senses.
Armor: Thick skinned (in more ways then one).
Normal Weapons: Large, spiked club. Very large Masamune.
Magical Weapons: Got rocks that make fire. Big magic!
Normal items: Injector for serum.
Magical items: Vials of serum called Essence of Moonlight (You should be able to guess what they are for).
Special Weakness: Me big, strong, no weak (unless you count lack of a functional brain).
Background: Minion was one of the revered warriors of his mountain village. On a venture along the snowy ridges he came across a group of travelers. They desired shelter before the coming storm would bury them alive. Knowing the caves in his homeland he was able to get them out of the storm. It was too late for him to head back to town, so he stayed with them. When night fell, and the clouds split open he was awoken by a horrible howl. The travelers where werewolves and he was trapped in a cave with them.
He stood his ground well, but was injured before they ran off into the distance. Once his werewolf syndrome kicked in fully he found himself hunting down the packed that he fought. Finding them proved easy in his new condition. The problem was he found that in returning to them he no longer wanted to kill them. It would have been easy for him too, being nearly three times the size of an average werewolf. He found that they accepted him when his own people chased him out. They showed him their secret medicine that empowered them even in broad daylight.
Now equipped with the serum they call Essence of Moonlight he travels around scouting areas for his new pact. He's the bruiser of the group, so he has freedom to venture alone. When he sees an opportunity for profit for the pact he reports in and brings everyone in for the fun.
