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Name: Molag
Nickname(s):
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Storm Giant
Affiliation: Shade Securities
Current location: With Mina and El
Occupation: Mercenary
Playby:
Height: 10 ft
Build: Very muscular, built like a mountain
Hair: Longish and untamed. Occasionally sloppily cut either by himself or the girls.
Eyes: Yellow
Clothing preference: plate or chain armor, sans a helmet
Misc.: Numerous scars from innumerable battles
Personality: Very caring about his friends, Molag is dumber than a bag of hammers. He will do anything he can to protect and assist those he cares about, but others mean nothing to him.
Ambitions: Too stupid to have any
Fears: harm befalling his friends, being alone, being locked away
Habits: Playing with his pet, small sparks of electricity that crawl over him
Religious beliefs: N/A
Abilities: Able to generate and control electricity and lightning, super strength
Weaknesses: Abysmally stupid, easily confused, no defensive abilities
Skills: Well versed in axe combat, monster riding, and warfare
Equipment: Armor, two battleaxes, various supplies and a greatmaul kept strapped to his pet
Family: His tribe is dead
Important relationships: Mina and El are his wards. He looks after them
Education: Ha
History: Raised in a tribe of his people, they, as their race is wont to do, followed the storms around the country. Molag’s life was relatively normal for his kind until crusaders, mistakenly thinking that the giants were evil, slaughtered half, and took the rest for slaves. Molag fortunately was off gathering food for the tribe while this was happening. Upon his return, he flew into a rage unlike anything the crusaders could have imagined. When Molag caught up with them, he ripped one in half, picked up his battleaxe, cleaved another in twain, also collected his battleaxe, and proceeded to chop and electrocute the rest of them until they were all smoldering ruins. Proceeding that, Molag took to wandering the land alone, eventually finding his pet, Blood, who happens to be a demon eating spider monster. He met his wards when following a storm and heard their cries through the fog. Upon locating the source of the cries, he saw two children kicking and screaming as some adults were dragging them away. His mind flashing back to his tribe, Molag dispatched the adults, and the children swarmed over him, thanking him profusely, and they’ve been travelling ever since.
Other characters: Marcus Khaine, Barbazul, Amun Neb’ankh,
Contact information: pm
RP Sample: Just imagine something mind-blowingly awesome to read here. Thanks.
Nickname(s):
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Storm Giant
Affiliation: Shade Securities
Current location: With Mina and El
Occupation: Mercenary
Playby:
Height: 10 ft
Build: Very muscular, built like a mountain
Hair: Longish and untamed. Occasionally sloppily cut either by himself or the girls.
Eyes: Yellow
Clothing preference: plate or chain armor, sans a helmet
Misc.: Numerous scars from innumerable battles
Personality: Very caring about his friends, Molag is dumber than a bag of hammers. He will do anything he can to protect and assist those he cares about, but others mean nothing to him.
Ambitions: Too stupid to have any
Fears: harm befalling his friends, being alone, being locked away
Habits: Playing with his pet, small sparks of electricity that crawl over him
Religious beliefs: N/A
Abilities: Able to generate and control electricity and lightning, super strength
Weaknesses: Abysmally stupid, easily confused, no defensive abilities
Skills: Well versed in axe combat, monster riding, and warfare
Equipment: Armor, two battleaxes, various supplies and a greatmaul kept strapped to his pet
Family: His tribe is dead
Important relationships: Mina and El are his wards. He looks after them
Education: Ha
History: Raised in a tribe of his people, they, as their race is wont to do, followed the storms around the country. Molag’s life was relatively normal for his kind until crusaders, mistakenly thinking that the giants were evil, slaughtered half, and took the rest for slaves. Molag fortunately was off gathering food for the tribe while this was happening. Upon his return, he flew into a rage unlike anything the crusaders could have imagined. When Molag caught up with them, he ripped one in half, picked up his battleaxe, cleaved another in twain, also collected his battleaxe, and proceeded to chop and electrocute the rest of them until they were all smoldering ruins. Proceeding that, Molag took to wandering the land alone, eventually finding his pet, Blood, who happens to be a demon eating spider monster. He met his wards when following a storm and heard their cries through the fog. Upon locating the source of the cries, he saw two children kicking and screaming as some adults were dragging them away. His mind flashing back to his tribe, Molag dispatched the adults, and the children swarmed over him, thanking him profusely, and they’ve been travelling ever since.
Other characters: Marcus Khaine, Barbazul, Amun Neb’ankh,
Contact information: pm
RP Sample: Just imagine something mind-blowingly awesome to read here. Thanks.
Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:43 am by 
