Name: Guron Madhon
Gender: Male
Race: Orc/Elf half-breed.
Age: Claims to be in his late 40's.
Role: Leader of the Temujin Church, Self-Proclaimed 'True' Avatar of Tumas.
Appearance: Pale green skinned, with his neck set far back on his skull that causes his head to hang very low compared to most. His hair is thick and coarse and never looks completely clean, while being a deep shade of a red-brown mix. His eyes are cat-eye shaped and a dark cyan in color. His elven heritage is shown by his fairly 'slim' build, though the orcish muscle still makes him seem bulky to most humans, and the traditional pointed ears. When speaking, Guron's voice tends to have a sing-song feel or a natural rhythm to it, even though it is a deep and guttural voice.
Guron only wears two outfits, one for travel and one for battle. His travel attire carries water and wave motifs, set in a variety of dark blue hues and other 'ocean' related colors and hues. It is simple decorated with much adornation save for a teal trim.
His battle garment, however, is much more vibrant. A mixture of soldiers armor and priests holy robes, it is bathed in a dark maroon color with a teal trim, with the same motifs of water and waves, adorned with much gold and silver. On the chest of the robe stands a symbol of a dragon in front of a blast of light and water. The hood of the battle attire covers his head and comes down in a hawk-like manner, hiding his whole face save for his eyes.
Weapon: Aifur, his scythe, continuing the wave motif on the blade and shaft, with the wrapping Guron holds dyed a mix of cyans and teals. Guron wields the powers of water, and the motifs throughout his garb act like runes of power to enhance his ability.
Beneath the heavy robes and armor lays a gaping wound in his chest that, while not being painful, never heals due to the methods of which it was created. This is why he favors his privacy at times, as he practices ways to fix this particular 'curse' of his, and fears the opinions of others if they saw it. As well, due to a strong blow from a mighty creature he stared down in the arenas of his youth, only bone remainds on his face from the nose down, though he can somehow still speak. This has been used by many to deem him as some sick twisted necromancer.
Companion(s): A large, black and grey wolf named Gondul. A large white skin, silver haired war horse he names Hatti
Bio:
"Ten thousands? Won't suffice."
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The Armies.
Reworking of my original list. RPCs not commonly used were removed, and new ones have been added in!
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It's weird to think and consider.
Every single day, I get one step closer to my current goals in life.
And yet no matter how much I learn and understand,
No matter how much I become aware of when I was once ignorant,
I never feel proud that I've made these steps.[/align:04fec1fda9]
Every single day, I get one step closer to my current goals in life.
And yet no matter how much I learn and understand,
No matter how much I become aware of when I was once ignorant,
I never feel proud that I've made these steps.[/align:04fec1fda9]