Ofltor Oak Heart
Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 8:46 am
First Name: Olftor
Last Name: Oakheart
Appearance: Small but muscular build, seems much weaker than others of his race. Heavily Cloaked and always wears a cowel, his face generally always looking to the ground whislt talking.
Race: Grey Orc
Age: unknown
Height: Just over 6ft tall
Weight: 24 stone
Eyes: Blue/Grey
Hair: None
Facial Hair Style: Shaven
Personality Profile: Olftor is Neutral Good, and although he has renounced his tribes gods, customs and way of life he is still a Grey Orc and is angerd more easily than any druid he has met. He finds it hard to control his bestial nature and battles the beast within continuosly. He is open to many things, and enjoys the company of others (unlike other druids) this is perhaps a reminent of his tribal, pack history.
General Health: General health is good, although he horribly scarred on his face and his body, this seems to reduce his movement and speech pronunciation.
Deity: Silvanus
Initial Alignment: Netrual Good, although he is shifting towards Neutral Chaotic
Profession:Druid
Base Class & Proposed Development: Full LVL30 Development
Habits/Hobbies: Enjoys music strangly, it soothes him. Likes to go fishing, and enjoys learning new languages, anything to keep him sane.
Languages: Orc, Druidic, Common
Weapon of Choice: Club
Background: Olftor was once known as "Runty". He was the smallest, weakest of of his tribe, used for mundane and menial tasks, cleaning out the boars, shovelling dung, tending to the young orcs.
He was kicked, beaten and told that he would never aspire to a mate! Runt was weak by orc standards, he was shrivelled and did not have the same drive to conquer and kill, not did he worship the tribes god, although he moved his lips he did not mean what came out when speaking to their diety.
Years passed and Runt became accustomed to the hellish life he had been born into, this would of lead to his early death were it not for a raid unpon the encampment by Humans in responce to an attack upon their settlement by the orcs. During the battle Runt was in the boar pen and during the chaos the boars stompped him into unconciousness. He awoke many hours later to the blackend remains of his village and tribe. Olftor felt a small amount of happiness at the sight, but at the same time, he felt regret that he could not aid his evil brethern. He spent the next few days burying the corpses of his old beaters and slave whipmasters.
Once the bodies were buried Runt saw no reason to stay and began the descent from the mountains into the forests, a place which he has never been, strangly he was drawn to this place, it felt right that he lived here alone.
After many weeks living on fruit, fish and the occasoinal rat (he was far too weak and orc to hunt anything larger, and didnt have any knowledge of weapons and the hunt from his tribe, due to the fact that he was such a small runt there was no reason to teach him.) he heard a voice, not the voice of an orc, a human even..somthing different, it echoed within his mind and told him to go deeper into the forest.
Runt obeyed the voice and began his journey anew. The forest was large, endless it seemed. A dark and uncaring place to anyother ,but home to olftor. He was not afraid, but he was not foolhardy, after all he knows what happens to orcs whom hear voices in their head. On the ninth day Olftor came upon a mighty tree, a giant amonst its brethern, twenty-neigh-thirty yards across, and it reached beyond the heavens themselves! Truly this was a sight to behold, the incredible monolith stood there, silently infront of the orc, unmoving but eminating a warmth like kindness. Intruiged Olftor layed a hand upon the behemoths trunk and in that moment...
"Greetings Olftor.."
"um..me Runt, not know Olftor,"
"You are here for a reason Olftor, I have called you here for a greater purpose"
"Runt not understand, Runt not good wif this things, Runt weak"
"I am the Oak Father child, and I have chosen you Orc to fulfill my wishes here in this land"
"What you want Runt do? Olftor runt?"
"Yes, you are now Olftor, you will be trained in my magic, and the ways of my Druids,go north now and seek out Wrentache Blackroot the treant, he is awaiting you, he will train you"
"um..tr...treant? me Olftor?"
"Go now Olftor...seek him out!"
And with that there was blackness...Runt..he felt strange, he could think..clearly, he thought about things he could before not comprehend. It was strange, had the tree..Silvanus gifted him with knowledge? He knew all animals, plants. He felt the warmth from the soil, he could hear the trees talking between themselves, the great creaking chorus of the forest.
He followed the instructions given to him. Coming into a clearing many, many days travel within the forest he saw an old blackend tree. Its feautres similar to that of a face. Strange Olftor thought, "this is no normal tree.". The Orc shocked himself.. had he just spoken the words of common as though he had been schooled in it?
Blackroot opened his eyes..
"Welcome Olftor, Child of Silvanus"
This was the beginning of his Druidic teachings and it was not for many years later that he had come across Ulftor, it was strange he thought, that the name he was given was so alike to that of Ulftors, not only this but that he was also a child of Silvanus and an Orc at that! Olftor knew that Ulftor was this greater purpose that Silvanus told him about. He greeted Ulftor as a brother and they took an oath, a bond of Druidic Blood, one which can never be broken.
Olftor was called to Baldurgs gate by his blood brother Ulftor, this is where he can be found now.
Goals:
To assist Ulftor in the greater good, the serve Silvanus, to aid those in need and whom deserve his aid.
Last Name: Oakheart
Appearance: Small but muscular build, seems much weaker than others of his race. Heavily Cloaked and always wears a cowel, his face generally always looking to the ground whislt talking.
Race: Grey Orc
Age: unknown
Height: Just over 6ft tall
Weight: 24 stone
Eyes: Blue/Grey
Hair: None
Facial Hair Style: Shaven
Personality Profile: Olftor is Neutral Good, and although he has renounced his tribes gods, customs and way of life he is still a Grey Orc and is angerd more easily than any druid he has met. He finds it hard to control his bestial nature and battles the beast within continuosly. He is open to many things, and enjoys the company of others (unlike other druids) this is perhaps a reminent of his tribal, pack history.
General Health: General health is good, although he horribly scarred on his face and his body, this seems to reduce his movement and speech pronunciation.
Deity: Silvanus
Initial Alignment: Netrual Good, although he is shifting towards Neutral Chaotic
Profession:Druid
Base Class & Proposed Development: Full LVL30 Development
Habits/Hobbies: Enjoys music strangly, it soothes him. Likes to go fishing, and enjoys learning new languages, anything to keep him sane.
Languages: Orc, Druidic, Common
Weapon of Choice: Club
Background: Olftor was once known as "Runty". He was the smallest, weakest of of his tribe, used for mundane and menial tasks, cleaning out the boars, shovelling dung, tending to the young orcs.
He was kicked, beaten and told that he would never aspire to a mate! Runt was weak by orc standards, he was shrivelled and did not have the same drive to conquer and kill, not did he worship the tribes god, although he moved his lips he did not mean what came out when speaking to their diety.
Years passed and Runt became accustomed to the hellish life he had been born into, this would of lead to his early death were it not for a raid unpon the encampment by Humans in responce to an attack upon their settlement by the orcs. During the battle Runt was in the boar pen and during the chaos the boars stompped him into unconciousness. He awoke many hours later to the blackend remains of his village and tribe. Olftor felt a small amount of happiness at the sight, but at the same time, he felt regret that he could not aid his evil brethern. He spent the next few days burying the corpses of his old beaters and slave whipmasters.
Once the bodies were buried Runt saw no reason to stay and began the descent from the mountains into the forests, a place which he has never been, strangly he was drawn to this place, it felt right that he lived here alone.
After many weeks living on fruit, fish and the occasoinal rat (he was far too weak and orc to hunt anything larger, and didnt have any knowledge of weapons and the hunt from his tribe, due to the fact that he was such a small runt there was no reason to teach him.) he heard a voice, not the voice of an orc, a human even..somthing different, it echoed within his mind and told him to go deeper into the forest.
Runt obeyed the voice and began his journey anew. The forest was large, endless it seemed. A dark and uncaring place to anyother ,but home to olftor. He was not afraid, but he was not foolhardy, after all he knows what happens to orcs whom hear voices in their head. On the ninth day Olftor came upon a mighty tree, a giant amonst its brethern, twenty-neigh-thirty yards across, and it reached beyond the heavens themselves! Truly this was a sight to behold, the incredible monolith stood there, silently infront of the orc, unmoving but eminating a warmth like kindness. Intruiged Olftor layed a hand upon the behemoths trunk and in that moment...
"Greetings Olftor.."
"um..me Runt, not know Olftor,"
"You are here for a reason Olftor, I have called you here for a greater purpose"
"Runt not understand, Runt not good wif this things, Runt weak"
"I am the Oak Father child, and I have chosen you Orc to fulfill my wishes here in this land"
"What you want Runt do? Olftor runt?"
"Yes, you are now Olftor, you will be trained in my magic, and the ways of my Druids,go north now and seek out Wrentache Blackroot the treant, he is awaiting you, he will train you"
"um..tr...treant? me Olftor?"
"Go now Olftor...seek him out!"
And with that there was blackness...Runt..he felt strange, he could think..clearly, he thought about things he could before not comprehend. It was strange, had the tree..Silvanus gifted him with knowledge? He knew all animals, plants. He felt the warmth from the soil, he could hear the trees talking between themselves, the great creaking chorus of the forest.
He followed the instructions given to him. Coming into a clearing many, many days travel within the forest he saw an old blackend tree. Its feautres similar to that of a face. Strange Olftor thought, "this is no normal tree.". The Orc shocked himself.. had he just spoken the words of common as though he had been schooled in it?
Blackroot opened his eyes..
"Welcome Olftor, Child of Silvanus"
This was the beginning of his Druidic teachings and it was not for many years later that he had come across Ulftor, it was strange he thought, that the name he was given was so alike to that of Ulftors, not only this but that he was also a child of Silvanus and an Orc at that! Olftor knew that Ulftor was this greater purpose that Silvanus told him about. He greeted Ulftor as a brother and they took an oath, a bond of Druidic Blood, one which can never be broken.
Olftor was called to Baldurgs gate by his blood brother Ulftor, this is where he can be found now.
Goals:
To assist Ulftor in the greater good, the serve Silvanus, to aid those in need and whom deserve his aid.