Character App, Rokir.
Might revise bits over later cos I'm a spazz and miss things. Name: Rokir of the Sacred Eyes
Nickname: Ro (I like to call him Rowboat)
Role in Society: Nomadic hunter/gatherer
Standing/Status among peers: Shaky... but good.
Occupation: Butcher, Tanner, jack of all trades, Chitters handler
HEALTH POINTS: 50 HP
MANA POINTS: 20 MP
DEFENSE POINTS: 50 DP
'The maw'... a large sword made from teeth and bone.
Although ostracized for his lack of skill with metalworking, Rokir lives up to the hunter paragon of orcish society. He’s somewhat of a recluse most of the time and would rather keep to the wilds than be around people and the stinking cities they live in. His poison is the alcohol that is produced and sold in these cities along with the women that gather there and as such he shies away. He believes it corrupts him, and due to a terrible mishap in his early adulthood, he was never the same around cities.
He enjoys fighting and keeps to his duties as butcher and tanner rather diligently.
He has a gigantic weakness for his birdpet Chitter as well as any wounded helpless creature that he sees even the slightest chance in saving and taming.
He has been having a good time hunting, managing to find a niche in the markets for the beautiful pelts he fashions. He has since decided to sell his wares across the land (as much as he hates cities).
No one is safe if Chitter is in danger.
“Chit, stop that.” the orc grunted, his voice deep and rich as it cut through the spastic movements of his tiny companion. ‘Chit’ or Chitter was a small bird-like creature that had the back portions of a rodent. “Chit, now if you don’t hold still... I can’t fix your wing. And if I cant fix your wing, you won’t fly.” the little thing squirmed along anyway. This forced the orc to use his thumb, pinning the little avian to the rock that was his makeshift operating table. “You know what happens to birds that are broken?” the little bird tilted it’s head. “Come on. You know this.” the bird stared, causing the orcs forehead to slump right down into a scowl. “They die, Chit.” he exhaled in a long sigh - which the bird took as his cue, snapping down it’s little beak. It knew where to bite too, right below the massive orcs fingernails!
The massive orc yelped, letting go - doing a little silly spin before he roared, throwing the gauze he was using in any direction that made sense. “CHIT! YOU LITTLE SHHH--!” he was interrupted by a mocking squeak, followed by a few shorter, panicked peeps and then complete... utter bone chilling silence. “Chit...uh...Chitter?” he blinked, his bright eyes scanning the area “Is something eating ya? What size is it?” there was rustling in the underbrush before him and a few quick squeaks. “Mmm. Pretty big you say? Well aaaallllright!” and with a grin that would scare death away, the orc took off.
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