Post by Boulder on Aug 3, 2019 21:07:38 GMT
Mor'du  the basics full name • Mor'du nicknames • Demon Bear age • a little over two centuries primary standing • Black Knight secondary standing • brute muscle faction • Cursed Thorns species • bear gender • male (he/him) sexuality • heterosexual the appearance origin • Brave height and weight • 14'9" standing / 2,430 lbs overall appearance • with fur painted in the oils of darkness and stature rivaling that of a walking mountain, some may call him intimidating. his patchwork of a hide tells many stories of battle in the way of lingering arrowheads and marred skin. the most notable of these features being a deep, carved road across the left of his face, stopping only to take the color from the corresponding eye. a misaligned jaw shows freely rows of fangs meant for crushing whilst titan-sized paws adorn the sharpened scythes of Death. the personality overall personality • power-hungry, wrathful, unyielding a beast best described by silence rather than speech. he is the deafening clash of enemies and the festering betrayal among blood. very little is considered too sacred for his paws of malice to stomp out on their march toward grandeur. it takes those of the highest power to persuade, or the strongest of beings to enforce obedience from such arrogance as his. however, though each movement is mighty, the mind rots with abandonment. a monster stands in the place that perhaps once supported a man; it swallows whole any whisper of what once was and leaves naught but the worst. the history overall history • once upon a time, much how these stories usually begin, there was a boy beloved by his family. his father in particular saw great promise in the lad - the oldest of his four sons. the ancient king taught his children that character was one of the most important of values. a ruler without it would be sorry indeed. he had hoped these words of wisdom would reach each young mind, and indeed it did. as time crawled forward, each son took these ideals to heart and head; the eldest most fully. thus when the king grew ill and near the edges of his fate, the now fully grown prince expected the kingdom would fall upon his worthy shoulders. instead, the land was evenly quartered between all four sons. many tales speak of the chaos that unfolded after this decision. they speak of wars between brothers and cold-blooded slaughter; the crumbling of an entire kingdom. the most important detail, however, was the wandering of the eldest in search of a way to end this infighting. to put the kingdom together under his sovereign rule as it always should of been. a simple request: the strength of ten men. that was all he would need to show his kin that surely he was meant for this destiny. it was his ultimate fault - mistaking strength for character. the story ends in death just as it began. Mor'du born from the blood of his blood. this newborn beast toppled once lush lands in a raging crusade. even when the kingdoms were nothing but rubble Mor'du kept seeking new purchase for his fangs; he was caught eternally within his greed and hatred. they spun ceaselessly around the bear's mind, feeding into the monster until there was barely any memory of a man left. it was during this time that the legendary Demon Bear first crossed paths with King Fergus and his family. everything wrapped up nicely during the next few years much like a happy ending. Mor'du was defeated and his entrapped human spirit was finally laid to rest. that how it looked at least. in reality, the last flicker of morality was released from the beast. the final echoes of what once was an inspired prince banished for good. there was no redemption for Mor'du, and he wanted none. when the stones that bound him fell silent, the awakened monstrosity stood again. new. torn and as ragged as ever, but unchained with regret or sorrow. the world around him had changed too, and it called to him in the most enthralling tone. now more than ever Mor'du craves power - much like a starved rat wants for a meal - and he is willing to do anything to get it. the Role play sample Foreign. That was the best word to describe these new lands beyond the sea. The soil itself seemed to tremble differently than it had back in Scotland. It cowered with every massive paw placed upon it as if begging to be claimed by someone with Mor'du's might. But now was not the time to slow his pace. As much as the beast hungered for reign, something greater was calling him. A magnificent sickness that tainted the air and tugged on his most primal of senses. Like a mouse enthralled by The Piper he marched on. How long had the Demon Bear been walking now? A few days? Weeks? The complexities of time meant nothing to him. He shrugged it off as easily as the blow of an axe. Even the sharp gnaw of hunger was silenced in favor of progress. And such resilience was soon rewarded. In the distance, painted against the dimming sky, stood his destination. Like an ebony claw it reached up to threaten the very heavens; the Black Keep. It called to his empty soul with whispers of opportunity, and Mor'du was eager to answer. the role player alias • Boulder age • 22 pronouns • female (she/her) how did you find us? • an ad other characters • none |
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