Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 6, 2006 17:35:02 GMT -5
Name": Jared "Strong-arm" Mi'intarlo
Age": 19(human years), 38(tribe years- one human year is the equivalent of two of their tribe years. They have one year of cold [Autumn to Winter] and one year of warm [Spring to Summer])
Race": Beastmen, Centaur
Class/Occupation": Warrior / Tribal Leader
Allignment": Nuetral
Personality": Thick-skulled and unintelligent, Jared lacks any sort of emotion - that is, when he speaks. He speaks when he believes it neccessary, that time being when he has finally caught up and understood what had been previously said and done. This makes him very easy to manipulate, as the females of his tribe found out quickly. Give him a good reason (even if it's false) or something that he wants and he'll go, soon forgetting what was promised him and carrying the action out blindly. He is quite plain really, but rather aggressive (if slow on the uptake). The only real intelligence he holds is with his longbow, and even then he will normally attack anything that moves.
Appearance":
The almost rainbow necklace around his neck shows his station of a hunter, each little colourful tablet representing a different thing - the more one has, the better one's hunting ability is. The belt-like piece of clothing showing his leadership, the showy material casting envy into the younger males of the tribe that get stuck helping with the work around their camp everytime they stop.
Weapons": Longbow, his hooves/fists
History": Away in the distant grasslands of a distant world, Jared began life as a hunter in the family tribe, Intarloffe. He became skilled in the use of the bow through relentless practicing and a fierce teacher - it took him a lifetime to reach the precise shots he can pull off now. However, the world of his tribe was shifted.
Times changed and the weather got cold. The once green land turned into a darkening grey and brown. Trees failed to grow their fruit, animals failed to bring up young. Death was in the air.
It was a time of great hardship for his entire tribe, a hardship that has forced the Intarloffe tribe to travel and become nomadic. They travelled toward the sunset horizons in hope of brighter lands. "Great-staff" Algor shortly died after the first week of travel, old age claiming the centaur leader. There was a brawl between a few of the male centaurs for the head position, a brawl that Jared won - proving his petname, "Strong-arm", to be quite true.
Jared led the tribe forward, following the wishes of the woman's circle - he knew nothing of where they were going nor what was best for the tribe he now led. He enjoyed being 'top-dog', however, and let the females of the tribe lead the way in the travelling side of things. Their numbers began to dwindle.
Race's Leader?": Tribal leader
(( Mmkay! ^___^ all done now - and thanks for the information. Teehee ))
Age": 19(human years), 38(tribe years- one human year is the equivalent of two of their tribe years. They have one year of cold [Autumn to Winter] and one year of warm [Spring to Summer])
Race": Beastmen, Centaur
Class/Occupation": Warrior / Tribal Leader
Allignment": Nuetral
Personality": Thick-skulled and unintelligent, Jared lacks any sort of emotion - that is, when he speaks. He speaks when he believes it neccessary, that time being when he has finally caught up and understood what had been previously said and done. This makes him very easy to manipulate, as the females of his tribe found out quickly. Give him a good reason (even if it's false) or something that he wants and he'll go, soon forgetting what was promised him and carrying the action out blindly. He is quite plain really, but rather aggressive (if slow on the uptake). The only real intelligence he holds is with his longbow, and even then he will normally attack anything that moves.
Appearance":
The almost rainbow necklace around his neck shows his station of a hunter, each little colourful tablet representing a different thing - the more one has, the better one's hunting ability is. The belt-like piece of clothing showing his leadership, the showy material casting envy into the younger males of the tribe that get stuck helping with the work around their camp everytime they stop.
Weapons": Longbow, his hooves/fists
History": Away in the distant grasslands of a distant world, Jared began life as a hunter in the family tribe, Intarloffe. He became skilled in the use of the bow through relentless practicing and a fierce teacher - it took him a lifetime to reach the precise shots he can pull off now. However, the world of his tribe was shifted.
Times changed and the weather got cold. The once green land turned into a darkening grey and brown. Trees failed to grow their fruit, animals failed to bring up young. Death was in the air.
It was a time of great hardship for his entire tribe, a hardship that has forced the Intarloffe tribe to travel and become nomadic. They travelled toward the sunset horizons in hope of brighter lands. "Great-staff" Algor shortly died after the first week of travel, old age claiming the centaur leader. There was a brawl between a few of the male centaurs for the head position, a brawl that Jared won - proving his petname, "Strong-arm", to be quite true.
Jared led the tribe forward, following the wishes of the woman's circle - he knew nothing of where they were going nor what was best for the tribe he now led. He enjoyed being 'top-dog', however, and let the females of the tribe lead the way in the travelling side of things. Their numbers began to dwindle.
Race's Leader?": Tribal leader
(( Mmkay! ^___^ all done now - and thanks for the information. Teehee ))
