Kenaz's Characters

[Elrohir]

Kenaz ha Magnus

Born in Dunhearth he was orphaned around the age of 9 and had to survive on the streets with no adults. Joining a ragtag 'gang' of children he found talents as a thief, being short and skinny and able to get through most window-panes easily. He was around 12 and in reasonably good standing with the 'gang' until he made the mistake of robbing one of the remaining mages in the city. Taking one of the first books of the mage, he fled into a sewer and hurriedly opened the book, believing somehow he would become a mighty mage after reading the first few pages.

However, he could not be more wrong. A protective spell cursed the young Kenaz, turning him into a hideous half-rat. Standing at only 4ft in height he find standing on his hind legs uncomfortable for long periods of time, preferring to sit hunched over or standing with a cane to support his upper body. His whole body is covered in short, wiry hair that sticks out about half an inch. His teeth are short but sharp, with his front teeth protruding into an overbite, his bottom lip a lumpy mass of scar tissue due to the constant damage the teeth lay apon it. His eyes are a blood red with small black pupils, his lank greasy hair pulled back on his head and trailing down to between his shoulders.

He now lives in the sewers, poring over the old book and slowly learning the ways of magic. Slowly, but surely. Basic magic he can do, but it will be years yet until he reaches any sort of real proficiency with the Art, at least to be able to go out in public without being lynched.

And so, he lives his days out in the sewers beneath the decaying city, living off of garbage and, if times are hard, stealing food from the Upworlders (or 'Cleanies' as he calls them) when he dares venture out of the stinking sewers he calls home...

[Elladan]

Name: K'loch Dravistol

Race: Half-Orc

Age: 17 (Orcs age faster than humans)

Appearance: Standing around 7ft tall, K'loch is a very intimidating person. He has both the fearsome appearance and massive structure of an Orc, and the intelligent eyes of a human, Orc enough to be frightening, but human enough to be able to adapt to Society. He stands just over 7 feet in height, his skin a light, deep green colour. Sporting no body hair in the slightest, his smooth green head sprouts a large jaw with large teeth, the canines at a length to protrude from his lips unless he makes specific effort to hide them. His eyes are a very dark green colour, almost brownish, and he is incredibly muscular and strong.

History: K'loch is a half-Orc. This makes him a cursed breed. Almost all of the races know that humans do not breed willingly with Orcs. This makes the half-Orcs created only by one action, a male Orc raping a female human and her carrying the child. Unfortunately, to make matters worse, most human mothers die from childbirth. K'loch is no exception to this. Born in a small village he was immediately taken in as a slave, forced to work as a soldier for the village's militia. Trained well in combat, he is proficient with both a spear and a sword, but those are the only weapons they would allow him to train in, not wanting to waste his physical prowess on ranged weapons. He speaks the common tongue badly, his Owners not bothering with giving him any form of education outside of combat and war, leaving him completely illiterate and a bad grasp of words. This often leaves him very frustrated, being unable to express himself properly to anyone. His village was attacked by a raiding party one day, and they slaughtered the town and pillaged the whole area, taking anything and everything of conceivable value. Knowing this was his oppertunity, he abandoned his guard's post and fled into the hills, living there for several weeks off of pure instinct before travelling his way to a city. There he met pure hostility wherever he went, people either assuming he was going to attack them (him looking somewhat like an Orc and all) or people generally hating him for the way he must have been concieved. An incredibly dangerous individual when roused, he lives in torment and pain, both about his past and his existance.

A small side note, I like to picture this character as speaking with a broken accent, almost Russian sounding as I think it suits him pretty well. As such, I will probably make some odd spelling or words and 'cross words' where I make a spelling such as Knight/night. Pronounced the same, but he does not know the words well so he may not be expressing himself too well.