"Scar"
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 8:08 pm
First Name:
"Scar"
Last Name:
*Unknown*
Appearance:
Race:
Wood Elf
Age:
139 years
Height
1.74 meters/5.7 Feet
Weight:
84 kg/184.8 lbs (Strength/Agility based physique structure)
Eyes:
Amber
Hair:
Jet-black
Facial Hair Style:
None
Personality Profile:
General Health:
In a general fit condition, able to summon a decent amount of strength, tho his physical stamina can be lacking. Very flexible, and only getting better as time passes. His left eye is blind, and the wound that caused it can still be seen, portrayed by the claw-mark-scars that run down across his face.
Deity:
*Unknown as of yet, non seems to fit his glove* (suggestions welcome)
Initial Alignment:
Neutral Evil (Pre-arrival to the Swordcoast. This was just based on backstory, it has no value to Scars character class development, so it up to change as he is introduced to more and more rp. DM's are allowed to changed granted what they see)
Profession:
Ranger with focus on evading enemy attacks, and later, Guerrilla warfare-styled hit-and-run combat.
Base Class & Proposed Development:
Ranger (7) -> Bard (3) -> Shadow Dancer (7) -> Arcane Archer (7) -> Shadow Dancer (3) -> Arcane Archer (3)
Habits/Hobbies:
At present: Familiarizing himself with the Swordcoast area, and the people/areas/monsters/entities within it.
Languages:
Common Tongue, Elven, Animal
Weapon of Choice:
The Composite Longbow
Background:
Age: 0-13
He never knew his parents, nor family, as he was born into slavery. Himself and others like him, were being cared for, by the community of slaves held aboard the various ships they were transported on during the years. He didn't known where he was, nor for how much time. Himself and several other slaves were ferried around to cities along the shores, to either be sold or used as labor for their masters.
Age: 13-17
The boy, along with several other elven slaves, were sold to a human noble, who kept mostly elven slaves within his hold. This was part of the nobles conviction, that humans were stated above the long-loved, and magically gifted elvenkin. In their daily lives, they would suffer beatings from the guards, and told to do hard physical labor or other menial tasks. When the young boy finally one day refused his masters orders, he was thrown into a pitfight with a wild hound. The boy lived, yet his left eye was lost, and as he was dragged from the Arena, the noble commented with spite, that the boy "talked too much.."
Age: 17-20
Following that day, he was referred to as "Scar", as the battle had left him with a trademark memory. Constant reminders of his humility, postion and his damage eye, enraged the young elf for many years to come, seeding a deep hatred towards everyone, and everything... From that day, he rarely spoke unless needing to. Three years later, "Scar" and several others escaped their masters estate, by some cleaver design by one of the older slaves.
Age: 20-29
Twenty years of age, he began a life as a refugee, and for at least two years, he dodged his captors hands, thill he finally managed to get safe haven by a traveling caravan, who ventured across Faruhn. As the Caravan one year later reached the outer forest of Wealdath (also known as Tethir), the caravan was attacked, and its human populace was killed defending their goods. Scar saw friends get killed and became struck with rage, as an elven scout party from the Eldreth Veluuthra emerged from the forest. Surprised over the fury-struck wood-elf boy, they knocked him out and took him for questioning.
Age: 29-32
Hearing "Scars" tale, and seeing his torment, they convinced him quite easily to join thier cause, and over the next eight years, "Scar" was molded into a hunter, able to use the bow, and sneak through the undercrops. He solemnly believed in what the Eldreth Veluuthra fought for, and his past gave him a deep and burning hatred for humans. At the age of 29. He saw a family with young kids get slaughtered for unknowingly entering the forest depths. This stuck with him for a long time, as his fellow members of Eldreth Veluuthra were extremist in their belives, and through the next three years, every deed done by them, started to anger "Scar" more and more. His groups blind hatred reminded him of his captors, his tormentors, and his masters, so finally at the age of 32, he murdered them, hating the people who had taken him in, for their ways, and their methods.
Age: 32-36
Fleeing yet again. "Scar" stood in a dilemma. He hated humans, knew how to hunt them. He hated Elven kin, and knew how to hunt them... He was without a home, and without a freind. He ventured Northward, towards the city of Amn, and took up a job as Thug-for-hire. This lasted for two years, thill he could stand it no further. He then switched to hunter, and in this time, encountered the spider known as "Skittels"... who soon became bonded with him, after a three month hunt for the creature (which ended in a stalemate between the pair). They both were without anyone else, but their enemy, and like such.. a bond was formed. Two fagile beings, with a powerful bite...
Age: 36-47
At the age of 36, "Scar" quit his job as hunter outside Amn. Said his farewells to the few people he knew, and ventured northward towards the sword coast. Seeking still a meaning for his life, and a purpose. When he reached Iriaebor, the city of a thousand spires, "Scar" felt a certain admiration of the craftsmanship which granted this city its grandeur. Reminding him of his time within the tall forest of Wealdath, tho with a human touch, he decided to stay within the city, and lend his services where he could. He once more found himself within the wrappings of a hunter, and started providing a local tavern with its desired meat. As the years went on, this expanded into "Scar" being hired by a local hunting lodge, to aid in their regular assortment of duties (most likely to expand their enterprise).
Scar enjoyed the work, and being given an honest (if undercut) pay fitted him well. He slowly rose in the ranks of the lodge, till he was an accepted member, and accepted denizen of the city of Iriaebor. Till the age of 47, he lived a seemingly quite life, providing his employers with their desired deeds. It was around then, that he was attacked by two mercenaries, seeming out of "The Border Kingdoms". The pair was however quickly subdued by "Scar" and some fellow comrades his hunting party. During their interrogation, they mentioned that his "name" and that of several other elven slaves, were still up for graps by a "Lord Craft"... supposed heir of the man whom had owned Scar many years ago. The pair had noticed "Scar" and recognized him from the wanted posters back home.
Fearing for his freedom once more, Scar said his farewells to his home in Iriaebor, and ventured west, towards the Dragon Coast.
Age: 47-49
Traveling from town to town, by the use of the Trader's Road, it would take Scar two years to reach the end of his trip. As he took temporary jobs in the towns along the way, to pay for his stock, food, healthcare, and at times, treats for "Skittels", who always was around him, in a spiritual manner, which he never quite understood. The Bond between them where strong, yet where he felt himself grow stronger, his spider companion seemed to stay the same. The Spider itself, seemed content with just being around him, and just as-well, was he with being around it. Traveling from Easting, to Priapurl and finally, to Elversult.
Age: 49-59
Within the Town of Elversult, Scar got his first chance of "Adventuring", being part of the people helping everyone with everything. Trolls, from the Troll Mountains, had begun appearing in the outskirts of the Giant's Plain, and there was a healthy reward for adventures who'd lower the population. Joining a band of misfits, Scar quickly found himself in more peril then he ever had. Adventures were cocky, arrogant and often greedy... strangely enough, this suited the young elf fine. Over the next ten years, he switched adventuring bands five times, duo to internal disagreements, or internal disembowelment per the tasks granted. Scar knew when to quit, and had twice been the only survivor, because he chose to withdraw when the battle was lost. A coward perhaps... yet as he himself justified it, he lived to survive, and would'nt die for a fools errand.
When finally this peticular nature of his started to appear, his group asked him to leave. He was saddened by their distrust, yet could sympathize with it, and once more. Was on the road, alone with Skittels.
Age: 59-84
Scar reached the City of Westgate... and started a new life... of violence, death, murder, gold, women and greed. Upon arrival at the town, Scar managed to get mugged, and left for dead in an ally. His hatred for his assailants brought back bitter memories of being stepped on, and after some weeks of recovery, he started working a murderous rampage on the streets of Westgate. Using his ability for hiding and stealth, he would observe allyways and outright murder ambushers and thieves, till one day he found the ones that had caused harm to him. It took him about a year... yet he located and dispatched the ones who had wronged him. At the end of this, he was about to make leave, when he was contacted by a masked individual. He was told that his killing-spree had cost certain people money, and if he wanted to get out alive, he would have to "Make better use of his skills".
For the next 24 years. Scar was "obligated" to work with the guild known as "The Night masks". Tho' he never rose in their ranks.. he gained many foul deeds under is belt, as he would be given a task by an overseer, and preform it without question. The many years in the corrupt city, living in small quarters, had a very negative effect on Scar, as he took to Alcohol, women and self-pity. Scar wanted to survive... and this kept him from simply committing suicide many times, aswell of his hatred of being someones pawn, and this kept him alive. It was only during a failed raid that he managed to escape, as a large explosion took out the building himself and several others were supposed to "clean out", that he saw his chance to get out. Tho' he was stationed outside, when the building blew up in some infernal arcane outburst, he killed his partner, and jumped into the waters of the harbor. Sneaking aboard a nearby boat as a stowaway.
Age: 84-107
"Scar" survived by escaping to the gothical-town of Saerloon. Across the waters of Westgate. Tho' no stranger to theft and the criminal underworld, Scar quickly set out for the city of Highmoon, capital of the Dale-lands. Seeking some sort of personal amends for his deeds done, Scar tried to take up work as a guardsman, tho' given him being a newcomer, was declined. Deciding to do better, he instead worked in the post industry. Ferrying messages from place to place, from person to person. It was a fast phased, yet care-free job, and scar enjoyed coming home without blood on his hands. He did this for Seven years, till his request to join the guard was finally taken in for trail. He passed, and for the next ten years stood on corners, and guarded gates. Occasionally, he had to tackle people, tho' without having to kill them. However all the time, he didnt feel right about it, the chainmail, authority structure... he fooled himself for along time, but finally decided to quit, as he longed for the freedom of the forests (Skittels seemed to call it natural instinct). He returned to his roots as a hunter, and found the old lifestyle more to his fitting. Another session of years passed, until once more the road called to Scar... and once more, he said farewell to a home, traveling west-ward.
Age: 107-122
After along time traveling wooden paths, forest roads and the occasional traderoute, scar came upon the inn of the Watchful Eye, located in Hluthvar. A dour place, that was at least quiet, almost unnervingly so. Yet scar loved it. He quickly took on the mantle as a provider of meats, and actually managed a steady life, living outside. It was during these years, that someone started to refer to him as a ranger, rather then hunter... and Scar liked it. Still never speaking unless having to, and still not fond of humans, he kept mostly to himself. Observing the townsfolk from the shadows. He was fond of this life, and felt for the first time that he found a way that was suited to him. He lived in this bliss for many years, expanding on his skills with bow and arrow, and sneaking.
Age: 122-138
One day, scar overheard about the dragons of Soubar, and having never seen these fabled beasts, his curiosity got the better of him. Tho meant mearly as a vacation, Scar ventured to the city of Soubar, at the borders of the Forest of Wyrms. Believing himself an able hunter, he decided to see if he could find any of these beasts on his own.
His luck were with him, as he after a few days search, heard a mighty roar. He followed it, and found a group of adventures battling a young Green dragon. Scar was strait away hit with the powerful effect of the dragons aura of fear, and even tho' the dragon ultimately was beaten, scar lay in the bushes nearby, fetal position, utterly paralyzed with dread. He managed to finally crawl away, and get on his feet, and run back to Soubar. He here learned more about dragons, and found that his fear was induced by magic, rather then something he himself had. his self-esteem slowly rising, Scar remained in Soubar... being relatively safe from the wyrms, and duo to high activity of adventures... Scar found a promising job in arrow fletching. After sixteen years, having adventures for constant company, hearing their tales, their stories, seeing their accomplishments. Scar felt the desire to once more be out there... His fear of the green wyrms turned into a growing respect over the years, he did not fear the dragons for their nature, only knew to stay out of their territory.
His skills lessened from years sitting on his rear, he took a newly made quiver full of arrows. Said farewells (nodded farewell actually) to the shop owner he had worked for, and took the next caravan to the city of Baldurs gate... eager to once more take to the path of adventuring...
Age: 139-Present
Goals:
To survive, and be free.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
There are loose ends to use for sure.
Former slave master, from whom he fled.
Former allies of the Eldreth Veluuthra seeking vengence for their murdered comrades.
Former contacts in the criminal underworld of Amn or Westgate.
Former slaves he either fled with or knew during his younger years.
Former Locals from the towns he lived in.
Former Adventures who knew him for either his cowardly retreats, or his time as a fletcher.
Hope you enjoyed it.
"Scar"
Last Name:
*Unknown*
Appearance:
Race:
Wood Elf
Age:
139 years
Height
1.74 meters/5.7 Feet
Weight:
84 kg/184.8 lbs (Strength/Agility based physique structure)
Eyes:
Amber
Hair:
Jet-black
Facial Hair Style:
None
Personality Profile:
General Health:
In a general fit condition, able to summon a decent amount of strength, tho his physical stamina can be lacking. Very flexible, and only getting better as time passes. His left eye is blind, and the wound that caused it can still be seen, portrayed by the claw-mark-scars that run down across his face.
Deity:
*Unknown as of yet, non seems to fit his glove* (suggestions welcome)
Initial Alignment:
Neutral Evil (Pre-arrival to the Swordcoast. This was just based on backstory, it has no value to Scars character class development, so it up to change as he is introduced to more and more rp. DM's are allowed to changed granted what they see)
Profession:
Ranger with focus on evading enemy attacks, and later, Guerrilla warfare-styled hit-and-run combat.
Base Class & Proposed Development:
Ranger (7) -> Bard (3) -> Shadow Dancer (7) -> Arcane Archer (7) -> Shadow Dancer (3) -> Arcane Archer (3)
Habits/Hobbies:
At present: Familiarizing himself with the Swordcoast area, and the people/areas/monsters/entities within it.
Languages:
Common Tongue, Elven, Animal
Weapon of Choice:
The Composite Longbow
Background:
Age: 0-13
He never knew his parents, nor family, as he was born into slavery. Himself and others like him, were being cared for, by the community of slaves held aboard the various ships they were transported on during the years. He didn't known where he was, nor for how much time. Himself and several other slaves were ferried around to cities along the shores, to either be sold or used as labor for their masters.
Age: 13-17
The boy, along with several other elven slaves, were sold to a human noble, who kept mostly elven slaves within his hold. This was part of the nobles conviction, that humans were stated above the long-loved, and magically gifted elvenkin. In their daily lives, they would suffer beatings from the guards, and told to do hard physical labor or other menial tasks. When the young boy finally one day refused his masters orders, he was thrown into a pitfight with a wild hound. The boy lived, yet his left eye was lost, and as he was dragged from the Arena, the noble commented with spite, that the boy "talked too much.."
Age: 17-20
Following that day, he was referred to as "Scar", as the battle had left him with a trademark memory. Constant reminders of his humility, postion and his damage eye, enraged the young elf for many years to come, seeding a deep hatred towards everyone, and everything... From that day, he rarely spoke unless needing to. Three years later, "Scar" and several others escaped their masters estate, by some cleaver design by one of the older slaves.
Age: 20-29
Twenty years of age, he began a life as a refugee, and for at least two years, he dodged his captors hands, thill he finally managed to get safe haven by a traveling caravan, who ventured across Faruhn. As the Caravan one year later reached the outer forest of Wealdath (also known as Tethir), the caravan was attacked, and its human populace was killed defending their goods. Scar saw friends get killed and became struck with rage, as an elven scout party from the Eldreth Veluuthra emerged from the forest. Surprised over the fury-struck wood-elf boy, they knocked him out and took him for questioning.
Age: 29-32
Hearing "Scars" tale, and seeing his torment, they convinced him quite easily to join thier cause, and over the next eight years, "Scar" was molded into a hunter, able to use the bow, and sneak through the undercrops. He solemnly believed in what the Eldreth Veluuthra fought for, and his past gave him a deep and burning hatred for humans. At the age of 29. He saw a family with young kids get slaughtered for unknowingly entering the forest depths. This stuck with him for a long time, as his fellow members of Eldreth Veluuthra were extremist in their belives, and through the next three years, every deed done by them, started to anger "Scar" more and more. His groups blind hatred reminded him of his captors, his tormentors, and his masters, so finally at the age of 32, he murdered them, hating the people who had taken him in, for their ways, and their methods.
Age: 32-36
Fleeing yet again. "Scar" stood in a dilemma. He hated humans, knew how to hunt them. He hated Elven kin, and knew how to hunt them... He was without a home, and without a freind. He ventured Northward, towards the city of Amn, and took up a job as Thug-for-hire. This lasted for two years, thill he could stand it no further. He then switched to hunter, and in this time, encountered the spider known as "Skittels"... who soon became bonded with him, after a three month hunt for the creature (which ended in a stalemate between the pair). They both were without anyone else, but their enemy, and like such.. a bond was formed. Two fagile beings, with a powerful bite...
Age: 36-47
At the age of 36, "Scar" quit his job as hunter outside Amn. Said his farewells to the few people he knew, and ventured northward towards the sword coast. Seeking still a meaning for his life, and a purpose. When he reached Iriaebor, the city of a thousand spires, "Scar" felt a certain admiration of the craftsmanship which granted this city its grandeur. Reminding him of his time within the tall forest of Wealdath, tho with a human touch, he decided to stay within the city, and lend his services where he could. He once more found himself within the wrappings of a hunter, and started providing a local tavern with its desired meat. As the years went on, this expanded into "Scar" being hired by a local hunting lodge, to aid in their regular assortment of duties (most likely to expand their enterprise).
Scar enjoyed the work, and being given an honest (if undercut) pay fitted him well. He slowly rose in the ranks of the lodge, till he was an accepted member, and accepted denizen of the city of Iriaebor. Till the age of 47, he lived a seemingly quite life, providing his employers with their desired deeds. It was around then, that he was attacked by two mercenaries, seeming out of "The Border Kingdoms". The pair was however quickly subdued by "Scar" and some fellow comrades his hunting party. During their interrogation, they mentioned that his "name" and that of several other elven slaves, were still up for graps by a "Lord Craft"... supposed heir of the man whom had owned Scar many years ago. The pair had noticed "Scar" and recognized him from the wanted posters back home.
Fearing for his freedom once more, Scar said his farewells to his home in Iriaebor, and ventured west, towards the Dragon Coast.
Age: 47-49
Traveling from town to town, by the use of the Trader's Road, it would take Scar two years to reach the end of his trip. As he took temporary jobs in the towns along the way, to pay for his stock, food, healthcare, and at times, treats for "Skittels", who always was around him, in a spiritual manner, which he never quite understood. The Bond between them where strong, yet where he felt himself grow stronger, his spider companion seemed to stay the same. The Spider itself, seemed content with just being around him, and just as-well, was he with being around it. Traveling from Easting, to Priapurl and finally, to Elversult.
Age: 49-59
Within the Town of Elversult, Scar got his first chance of "Adventuring", being part of the people helping everyone with everything. Trolls, from the Troll Mountains, had begun appearing in the outskirts of the Giant's Plain, and there was a healthy reward for adventures who'd lower the population. Joining a band of misfits, Scar quickly found himself in more peril then he ever had. Adventures were cocky, arrogant and often greedy... strangely enough, this suited the young elf fine. Over the next ten years, he switched adventuring bands five times, duo to internal disagreements, or internal disembowelment per the tasks granted. Scar knew when to quit, and had twice been the only survivor, because he chose to withdraw when the battle was lost. A coward perhaps... yet as he himself justified it, he lived to survive, and would'nt die for a fools errand.
When finally this peticular nature of his started to appear, his group asked him to leave. He was saddened by their distrust, yet could sympathize with it, and once more. Was on the road, alone with Skittels.
Age: 59-84
Scar reached the City of Westgate... and started a new life... of violence, death, murder, gold, women and greed. Upon arrival at the town, Scar managed to get mugged, and left for dead in an ally. His hatred for his assailants brought back bitter memories of being stepped on, and after some weeks of recovery, he started working a murderous rampage on the streets of Westgate. Using his ability for hiding and stealth, he would observe allyways and outright murder ambushers and thieves, till one day he found the ones that had caused harm to him. It took him about a year... yet he located and dispatched the ones who had wronged him. At the end of this, he was about to make leave, when he was contacted by a masked individual. He was told that his killing-spree had cost certain people money, and if he wanted to get out alive, he would have to "Make better use of his skills".
For the next 24 years. Scar was "obligated" to work with the guild known as "The Night masks". Tho' he never rose in their ranks.. he gained many foul deeds under is belt, as he would be given a task by an overseer, and preform it without question. The many years in the corrupt city, living in small quarters, had a very negative effect on Scar, as he took to Alcohol, women and self-pity. Scar wanted to survive... and this kept him from simply committing suicide many times, aswell of his hatred of being someones pawn, and this kept him alive. It was only during a failed raid that he managed to escape, as a large explosion took out the building himself and several others were supposed to "clean out", that he saw his chance to get out. Tho' he was stationed outside, when the building blew up in some infernal arcane outburst, he killed his partner, and jumped into the waters of the harbor. Sneaking aboard a nearby boat as a stowaway.
Age: 84-107
"Scar" survived by escaping to the gothical-town of Saerloon. Across the waters of Westgate. Tho' no stranger to theft and the criminal underworld, Scar quickly set out for the city of Highmoon, capital of the Dale-lands. Seeking some sort of personal amends for his deeds done, Scar tried to take up work as a guardsman, tho' given him being a newcomer, was declined. Deciding to do better, he instead worked in the post industry. Ferrying messages from place to place, from person to person. It was a fast phased, yet care-free job, and scar enjoyed coming home without blood on his hands. He did this for Seven years, till his request to join the guard was finally taken in for trail. He passed, and for the next ten years stood on corners, and guarded gates. Occasionally, he had to tackle people, tho' without having to kill them. However all the time, he didnt feel right about it, the chainmail, authority structure... he fooled himself for along time, but finally decided to quit, as he longed for the freedom of the forests (Skittels seemed to call it natural instinct). He returned to his roots as a hunter, and found the old lifestyle more to his fitting. Another session of years passed, until once more the road called to Scar... and once more, he said farewell to a home, traveling west-ward.
Age: 107-122
After along time traveling wooden paths, forest roads and the occasional traderoute, scar came upon the inn of the Watchful Eye, located in Hluthvar. A dour place, that was at least quiet, almost unnervingly so. Yet scar loved it. He quickly took on the mantle as a provider of meats, and actually managed a steady life, living outside. It was during these years, that someone started to refer to him as a ranger, rather then hunter... and Scar liked it. Still never speaking unless having to, and still not fond of humans, he kept mostly to himself. Observing the townsfolk from the shadows. He was fond of this life, and felt for the first time that he found a way that was suited to him. He lived in this bliss for many years, expanding on his skills with bow and arrow, and sneaking.
Age: 122-138
One day, scar overheard about the dragons of Soubar, and having never seen these fabled beasts, his curiosity got the better of him. Tho meant mearly as a vacation, Scar ventured to the city of Soubar, at the borders of the Forest of Wyrms. Believing himself an able hunter, he decided to see if he could find any of these beasts on his own.
His luck were with him, as he after a few days search, heard a mighty roar. He followed it, and found a group of adventures battling a young Green dragon. Scar was strait away hit with the powerful effect of the dragons aura of fear, and even tho' the dragon ultimately was beaten, scar lay in the bushes nearby, fetal position, utterly paralyzed with dread. He managed to finally crawl away, and get on his feet, and run back to Soubar. He here learned more about dragons, and found that his fear was induced by magic, rather then something he himself had. his self-esteem slowly rising, Scar remained in Soubar... being relatively safe from the wyrms, and duo to high activity of adventures... Scar found a promising job in arrow fletching. After sixteen years, having adventures for constant company, hearing their tales, their stories, seeing their accomplishments. Scar felt the desire to once more be out there... His fear of the green wyrms turned into a growing respect over the years, he did not fear the dragons for their nature, only knew to stay out of their territory.
His skills lessened from years sitting on his rear, he took a newly made quiver full of arrows. Said farewells (nodded farewell actually) to the shop owner he had worked for, and took the next caravan to the city of Baldurs gate... eager to once more take to the path of adventuring...
Age: 139-Present
Goals:
To survive, and be free.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
There are loose ends to use for sure.
Former slave master, from whom he fled.
Former allies of the Eldreth Veluuthra seeking vengence for their murdered comrades.
Former contacts in the criminal underworld of Amn or Westgate.
Former slaves he either fled with or knew during his younger years.
Former Locals from the towns he lived in.
Former Adventures who knew him for either his cowardly retreats, or his time as a fletcher.
Hope you enjoyed it.