Post by hollowambitions on Nov 8, 2009 19:51:20 GMT -5
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This slightly imposing character stands tall at 6'3 weighing 202lbs with a build, formed to search and destroy. Even for a man brimming with divine magical attributes, one can't help but wonder if it's just one of many qualities of his person. Though, like most living beings, there is a fear that just can't be rid of.
Greasy, raven black hair fall around his cheeks at each side, and hang loosely to the back of his neck. Lorkuma's eyes are of a very dark shade of green that, if possible, would pierce through the flesh of those around him. The skin of this figure is quite naturally tanned... unless he's spent many moons hidden inside a cave.
Around his neck, hangs a thin lace in which is decorated with tiny bones that appear to be stained with the blood of whatever the bones came from. As one may notice, though, the centre piece is a rather small skull which looks like it has a beak. Formed underneath one of the eyesockets is a chip that carries on above the socket.
Lorkuma doesn't wear much armour when hunting, and even when strolling around, it'd be unusual to see him covered head-to-toe in cloth. He likes to feel as being a big part of nature and enjoys living like an animal, even if it does take effect on how people percieve him. Lorkuma's humour is as little as dry when it comes to conversing with other beings.
His mannerisms are standoffish and often threatening; he holds himself aloof from others, his posture stiff, and when he speaks, he often clenches and unclenches his fists spasmodically, as though unconsciously restraining himself from violence.
Biography[/u][/color]
Lorkuma’s childhood was rather adventurous to say the least. Born to a bear tamer, Lorkuma took rather well to wild animals. Living and breathing the same air to one bear in particular, Borgen. Borgen was the name given to the one bear his mother loved most; the one lucky enough to spend the rest of his days within the family home. Although caged, he was allowed plenty of time to roam the forests with Marianna, the single mother who happened to have given birth to Lorkuma. Marianna’s skill with animals was high end, almost hypnotising.
With little else to do, Lorkuma spent days and nights observing Borgen when out roaming to examine what makes a bear tick. To figure the nature of the beast, how it goes about it’s business; this includes it’s reaction to threats and how they deal with it, to things like just how far they’re willing to go just to survive. Lorkuma was always under the impression that his mother adored animals, although, she was more intrigued by nature and the cycle of life. He had often witnessed Borgen ploughing down a critter, such as a rabbit or badger, to feast upon, yet when Lorkuma questioned mother he received the same response… “That’s life!”
Adapting to his mothers outlook on life, he soon started to act upon it. Mirroring Borgen, he’d grab at the closest critter and plunge a kitchen knife into its flesh. Marianna was unaware of his new habit at this time, but would often find the rotting corpses piling up outside the house, yet neither the two of them could take the blame. Borgen couldn’t as he’d have been caught doing it, and Lorkuma couldn’t because his growing obsession with Borgen was to be kept secret, even from the bear itself.
Lorkuma continued through childhood studying and scribbling down his thoughts and feelings; the dream of living a wild life, roaming tall and proud amongst trees of oak and chestnut, and bushes of berries and nettles, slaughtering for the will to live. Though, like most stories, there’s always a surprise…
…There is always one door that you specifically told not to enter, under any circumstance. A door to never be opened, not even peaked through. Lorkuma had grown careless the older he got. At the sweet age of sixteen, he had begun growing hair from each part of his body, edging that little bit closer to man-hood, perhaps a little too soon. He found himself at the door of the “forbidden room.” Clutching at the handle, it took all but a slight twist for the door to swing open freely. A cold draft hit straight towards him. He thought nothing of it, and began taking his first steps through a small, dark corridor. The further he walked, the closer he got to a dark red light peeping through the gaps of another door. Once more, he wrapped his fingers around the handle and pushed the door open…
…His mind turned blank. His body felt like an old artefact about to collapse. Lorkumas eyes were fixed on the scene ahead of him, his mothers dealings really were hypnotising. Hung up, around each wall, to each corner were a band of deer. They hung lifeless, with each eye torn from each socket, and each tongue dripping with blood. Lorkuma found Marianna praying at what looked like a large boulder that in fact, acted as an altar. Whispering words that he had heard not before, Lorkuma saw fit to interrupt her with a questioning expression, though no words could be found to accompany it. Marianna’s eyes were latched onto Lorkuma, almost like as if she wanted him dead there and then. Lorkuma backed away, trying to keep a fair distance as he realised his mistake. Marianna, however, had new plans for him. With a dagger in her hand, she slowly brought herself to her feet…
…Marianna soon enough found herself on her knees again, gasping for her breath. Although it wasn’t physically obvious, Lorkuma felt a change in his mother. He knew how she felt about nature, but this was way more extreme than he imagined. Lorkuma ran straight for the door, down through the corridor and back through the first door. On his way down the corridor though, he had heard screams of violence from his mother. As the screaming progressed, it seemed to have gotten deeper and deeper in tone before a roar of anger vibrated the air. The single roar struck Lorkuma, almost paralyzed. Hesitating, resisting the urge to look back, he found his feet again as he dashed out the corridor. Passing through, he approached to release Borgen. Though, the bear did not react to Lorkuma with the best intentions either. Lashing its massive claws through the bars, he attempted to strike Lorkuma down but managed to scrape at his chest. Lorkuma soon found himself out in the wilderness, lost and alone.
Lorkuma spent a few years finding his own way of living, constantly running from his pursuing mother as he assumes, whether she’s out for him or not, he does not know. Lorkuma would later go on to discover the small village of Orlbar at just nineteen years of age. Yet with each passing year, he becomes more and more like his mother, though he fails to recognise it. It is here in Orlbar, where his adventure will surely start…
This slightly imposing character stands tall at 6'3 weighing 202lbs with a build, formed to search and destroy. Even for a man brimming with divine magical attributes, one can't help but wonder if it's just one of many qualities of his person. Though, like most living beings, there is a fear that just can't be rid of.
Greasy, raven black hair fall around his cheeks at each side, and hang loosely to the back of his neck. Lorkuma's eyes are of a very dark shade of green that, if possible, would pierce through the flesh of those around him. The skin of this figure is quite naturally tanned... unless he's spent many moons hidden inside a cave.
Around his neck, hangs a thin lace in which is decorated with tiny bones that appear to be stained with the blood of whatever the bones came from. As one may notice, though, the centre piece is a rather small skull which looks like it has a beak. Formed underneath one of the eyesockets is a chip that carries on above the socket.
Lorkuma doesn't wear much armour when hunting, and even when strolling around, it'd be unusual to see him covered head-to-toe in cloth. He likes to feel as being a big part of nature and enjoys living like an animal, even if it does take effect on how people percieve him. Lorkuma's humour is as little as dry when it comes to conversing with other beings.
His mannerisms are standoffish and often threatening; he holds himself aloof from others, his posture stiff, and when he speaks, he often clenches and unclenches his fists spasmodically, as though unconsciously restraining himself from violence.
Biography[/u][/color]
Lorkuma’s childhood was rather adventurous to say the least. Born to a bear tamer, Lorkuma took rather well to wild animals. Living and breathing the same air to one bear in particular, Borgen. Borgen was the name given to the one bear his mother loved most; the one lucky enough to spend the rest of his days within the family home. Although caged, he was allowed plenty of time to roam the forests with Marianna, the single mother who happened to have given birth to Lorkuma. Marianna’s skill with animals was high end, almost hypnotising.
With little else to do, Lorkuma spent days and nights observing Borgen when out roaming to examine what makes a bear tick. To figure the nature of the beast, how it goes about it’s business; this includes it’s reaction to threats and how they deal with it, to things like just how far they’re willing to go just to survive. Lorkuma was always under the impression that his mother adored animals, although, she was more intrigued by nature and the cycle of life. He had often witnessed Borgen ploughing down a critter, such as a rabbit or badger, to feast upon, yet when Lorkuma questioned mother he received the same response… “That’s life!”
Adapting to his mothers outlook on life, he soon started to act upon it. Mirroring Borgen, he’d grab at the closest critter and plunge a kitchen knife into its flesh. Marianna was unaware of his new habit at this time, but would often find the rotting corpses piling up outside the house, yet neither the two of them could take the blame. Borgen couldn’t as he’d have been caught doing it, and Lorkuma couldn’t because his growing obsession with Borgen was to be kept secret, even from the bear itself.
Lorkuma continued through childhood studying and scribbling down his thoughts and feelings; the dream of living a wild life, roaming tall and proud amongst trees of oak and chestnut, and bushes of berries and nettles, slaughtering for the will to live. Though, like most stories, there’s always a surprise…
…There is always one door that you specifically told not to enter, under any circumstance. A door to never be opened, not even peaked through. Lorkuma had grown careless the older he got. At the sweet age of sixteen, he had begun growing hair from each part of his body, edging that little bit closer to man-hood, perhaps a little too soon. He found himself at the door of the “forbidden room.” Clutching at the handle, it took all but a slight twist for the door to swing open freely. A cold draft hit straight towards him. He thought nothing of it, and began taking his first steps through a small, dark corridor. The further he walked, the closer he got to a dark red light peeping through the gaps of another door. Once more, he wrapped his fingers around the handle and pushed the door open…
…His mind turned blank. His body felt like an old artefact about to collapse. Lorkumas eyes were fixed on the scene ahead of him, his mothers dealings really were hypnotising. Hung up, around each wall, to each corner were a band of deer. They hung lifeless, with each eye torn from each socket, and each tongue dripping with blood. Lorkuma found Marianna praying at what looked like a large boulder that in fact, acted as an altar. Whispering words that he had heard not before, Lorkuma saw fit to interrupt her with a questioning expression, though no words could be found to accompany it. Marianna’s eyes were latched onto Lorkuma, almost like as if she wanted him dead there and then. Lorkuma backed away, trying to keep a fair distance as he realised his mistake. Marianna, however, had new plans for him. With a dagger in her hand, she slowly brought herself to her feet…
…Marianna soon enough found herself on her knees again, gasping for her breath. Although it wasn’t physically obvious, Lorkuma felt a change in his mother. He knew how she felt about nature, but this was way more extreme than he imagined. Lorkuma ran straight for the door, down through the corridor and back through the first door. On his way down the corridor though, he had heard screams of violence from his mother. As the screaming progressed, it seemed to have gotten deeper and deeper in tone before a roar of anger vibrated the air. The single roar struck Lorkuma, almost paralyzed. Hesitating, resisting the urge to look back, he found his feet again as he dashed out the corridor. Passing through, he approached to release Borgen. Though, the bear did not react to Lorkuma with the best intentions either. Lashing its massive claws through the bars, he attempted to strike Lorkuma down but managed to scrape at his chest. Lorkuma soon found himself out in the wilderness, lost and alone.
Lorkuma spent a few years finding his own way of living, constantly running from his pursuing mother as he assumes, whether she’s out for him or not, he does not know. Lorkuma would later go on to discover the small village of Orlbar at just nineteen years of age. Yet with each passing year, he becomes more and more like his mother, though he fails to recognise it. It is here in Orlbar, where his adventure will surely start…