Sang Griffe
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:14 pm
First Name: Sang - 'Blood'
Last Name: Griffe - 'Claw'
Appearance: Beneath the criss-crossings of scars, dirt, blood and red on black leather armor lies a nearly perfectly proportioned body, pale skinned , full lips, silken black hair and fiery glowing eyes. She could have been lovely had life not gone as it had. Now the scars glint in the light, full lips stained forever black, eyes nearly always narrowed in wariness and anger, bearing the promise of savage retribution. Blood stained hands and streaks of the dirt on which she hunts her prey now generally hide what could have been.
Race: Aasimar
Age: 22
Height 5'2"
Weight: 136 lbs.
Eyes: glowing fiery orange
Hair: Long, midnight back hair, straight and silken that flows down to her mid back, generally half pulled up on top while her bangs are haphazardly cut to allow for sight.
Facial Hair Style: finely pointed arc eyebrows often hidden by her bangs.
Personality Profile: Always wary, not one to speak often. Relying more on the animistic growls and murrs of a wolf
General Health: healthy but often found bleeding or marred by battle.
Deity: Malar
Initial Alignment:Nuetral Evil
Profession: Hunter, Savage
Base Class & Proposed Development: Druid, Druid/Warlock/Hellfire
Habits/Hobbies: The majority of her time is spent with her sister, the half-worg Nianni, hunting prey and soaking the earth with the blood of the weak.
Languages: Celestial, Druidic, Animal, Common
Weapon of Choice:Staff or Claws, for now.
Background: Her bloodline is unknown, left in a village surrounded by dark woods with only two words scrolled in blood across a piece of hide. 'Sang Griffe'. Only her glowing golden eyes saved her from death at the villagers' hands, thinking she was one blessed they took her in to live an outsider yet fed and clothed.
A few years passed in relative peace, Sang was gifted in the hunt and in the talents of a druid, her training was sporadic at best but by the age of seven everything changed. A she wolf that had been taken in not long after Sang herself had ended up pregnant and now on a night clear and chill she gave birth. There was no litter of pups, all stillborn save one. That one was larger than the others, a single female.
Sang was covered in blood and exhausted from helping the old wolf, though in the end even the mother died, and Sang was left with one pup cradled in her arms, giant in comparison to most pups but none the less weak. Glowing red eyes and a true feral look and feel, there was something evil about the wolf pup but Sang did not understand, all she knew was she would help the pup survive.
It wasn't until a week later that someone got a good look at the 'wolf', realizing to their horror what had been born that night and likely why the other pups and mother had not survived. The pup, now named Nianni by Sang, was worg. The villagers did what any would do, they tried to kill the beast before it could grow to kill them all. It ended with Sang, eyes glowing, magic at her call cradling Nianni in her arms, her scream of rage filling the night air. She had sworn to protect the pup and had unknowingly bonded to her too fully to allow her death and so it was decided, throwing the young girl a staff and a set of leather armor meant for an adult, she was exiled, the villagers more afraid to curse themselves by killing Sang than of the beast itself.
There are things in the woods, things that would eat a girl and young pup whole, things that will shred flesh from bone, tear the spine from the body, and worse, so very much worse. Things happened within the first few months to forever change the little Aasimar and her now 'sister' Nianni. Together the two survived, her power growing drop by drop, finding an old vandalized shrine to Malar they made their shelter there, all that was left was the hunt, survival. They learned the truth of the woods, of life and they flourished when they should have died.
Over the years they have traveled, every instance of people leaving more scars, more hatred of the 'civilize' world. Now they make their way through the Sword Coast.
Goals: The hunt, always the hunt, true control over her were-self. The end of any and all that harm or hinder her or her sister.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Sometime soon she may go hunting for even more power, more strength to become an even better hunter. It is possible a demon answers that call.
Last Name: Griffe - 'Claw'
Appearance: Beneath the criss-crossings of scars, dirt, blood and red on black leather armor lies a nearly perfectly proportioned body, pale skinned , full lips, silken black hair and fiery glowing eyes. She could have been lovely had life not gone as it had. Now the scars glint in the light, full lips stained forever black, eyes nearly always narrowed in wariness and anger, bearing the promise of savage retribution. Blood stained hands and streaks of the dirt on which she hunts her prey now generally hide what could have been.
Race: Aasimar
Age: 22
Height 5'2"
Weight: 136 lbs.
Eyes: glowing fiery orange
Hair: Long, midnight back hair, straight and silken that flows down to her mid back, generally half pulled up on top while her bangs are haphazardly cut to allow for sight.
Facial Hair Style: finely pointed arc eyebrows often hidden by her bangs.
Personality Profile: Always wary, not one to speak often. Relying more on the animistic growls and murrs of a wolf
General Health: healthy but often found bleeding or marred by battle.
Deity: Malar
Initial Alignment:Nuetral Evil
Profession: Hunter, Savage
Base Class & Proposed Development: Druid, Druid/Warlock/Hellfire
Habits/Hobbies: The majority of her time is spent with her sister, the half-worg Nianni, hunting prey and soaking the earth with the blood of the weak.
Languages: Celestial, Druidic, Animal, Common
Weapon of Choice:Staff or Claws, for now.
Background: Her bloodline is unknown, left in a village surrounded by dark woods with only two words scrolled in blood across a piece of hide. 'Sang Griffe'. Only her glowing golden eyes saved her from death at the villagers' hands, thinking she was one blessed they took her in to live an outsider yet fed and clothed.
A few years passed in relative peace, Sang was gifted in the hunt and in the talents of a druid, her training was sporadic at best but by the age of seven everything changed. A she wolf that had been taken in not long after Sang herself had ended up pregnant and now on a night clear and chill she gave birth. There was no litter of pups, all stillborn save one. That one was larger than the others, a single female.
Sang was covered in blood and exhausted from helping the old wolf, though in the end even the mother died, and Sang was left with one pup cradled in her arms, giant in comparison to most pups but none the less weak. Glowing red eyes and a true feral look and feel, there was something evil about the wolf pup but Sang did not understand, all she knew was she would help the pup survive.
It wasn't until a week later that someone got a good look at the 'wolf', realizing to their horror what had been born that night and likely why the other pups and mother had not survived. The pup, now named Nianni by Sang, was worg. The villagers did what any would do, they tried to kill the beast before it could grow to kill them all. It ended with Sang, eyes glowing, magic at her call cradling Nianni in her arms, her scream of rage filling the night air. She had sworn to protect the pup and had unknowingly bonded to her too fully to allow her death and so it was decided, throwing the young girl a staff and a set of leather armor meant for an adult, she was exiled, the villagers more afraid to curse themselves by killing Sang than of the beast itself.
There are things in the woods, things that would eat a girl and young pup whole, things that will shred flesh from bone, tear the spine from the body, and worse, so very much worse. Things happened within the first few months to forever change the little Aasimar and her now 'sister' Nianni. Together the two survived, her power growing drop by drop, finding an old vandalized shrine to Malar they made their shelter there, all that was left was the hunt, survival. They learned the truth of the woods, of life and they flourished when they should have died.
Over the years they have traveled, every instance of people leaving more scars, more hatred of the 'civilize' world. Now they make their way through the Sword Coast.
Goals: The hunt, always the hunt, true control over her were-self. The end of any and all that harm or hinder her or her sister.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Sometime soon she may go hunting for even more power, more strength to become an even better hunter. It is possible a demon answers that call.