Erutan Argon(Slight Changes)

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Name: Erutan Argon

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Class: Shadow Warrior

Desired Title: Shadow Warrior (Male Orc)

Race: Orc

Tribe: Volkek-Oshra

Height: 2.3 Peds

Weight: 2.74 Pygges

Build: Muscular at the chest and is less physical going down the body.

Eye Colour:Left eye-Blood Red, Right eye-green

Hair: Long brown hair that streams back down to the shoulders.

Distinguishing Features: Erutan paints a blue stripe vertically on both eyes, starting from about 2 inches above on the forehead. Very atrocious face with yellow teeth.

Personality: Erutan is not very sociable. After all, when you make a living in the shivering woods, you don't get to many visitors other than animals. He doesn't want to be lonely, in fact it is starting to get to his head. Erutan has been alone for almost 20 years of his life. Getting along on his own has made him a very rugged, and ready person.

Clothes: Dirty Brown under tunic along with dirty brown under pants that losely fit witch is held together at the waist by a belt made from weak fabrics. For chest protection, Erutan wears a leather vest that extends out to the shoulders, then down and over the belt. He wears leather boots that cover up to about half of the calf muscle. For leg protection, Erutan wears a pair of rusty iron shin-plates that guards only the front of the leg minorly. The shin-plates come up to the knees but do not protect the knees. The leggings also come down over the leather boots as well. Though this overlapping acours, he still walks on his leather boots and has no armour whatsoever to the back of his legs. His arms are free to roam as they contain no armour whatsoever, though his left arm has an arm brace that extends from wear the leather armour stops to his elbow. Erutan will not usually wear a cape, though very few times in battle he will.

Weapons: Scimitar (Fine Steel) that is about 0.6 peds long(Witch is held in the right hand). The Scimitar brings the evil to Erutan. The sword is evil itself. The carrying case is on his back, unless he has his cape on then the case is set to the left side of his hips. On the left hand, he has an iron Razorclaw that has customly been atached and fitted to his gauntlet.

Markings: Scars on the spine and on both arms due to battles with his prey. Thick overbearing of fresh wounds on the chest (about 4-none infectious due to the Orcs natural bodily Immune System). The wounds will stay fresh for about 1 week, then begin to scar.

Likes: The scent of dead bodies. The bringing of death. Hatred and evil. Erutan loves to paint his face before a battle. He will normally paint his face white in the form of a claw, covering most of the right side of the face, or in some situations the left side(seen in the picture). In some rare cases, he will paint from the forehead down instead of from side to side.

Dislikes: Any who apose or withstands his own skills. Has Racial tension with all races other than his own. Will forever hate his tribe (Volkek-Oshra) for disowning him at age 15.

Strengths: Erutan is very strong and muscular. His melee battle tactics are just as good if not greater than his brother Lurtz. Erutan has only been defeated once in battle. Badly injured he came back for the thirst of more blood shed. Erutan's appeal towards evil makes him one of the top ten warriors on a battle field for any war.

Weaknessess: Erutan has no knowledge or powers in Arcane Arts and spells. He dispises all types of magic and completely believes in his weapons. This is mainly because his tribe disowned him for he didnt have natural abilities. The history of Erutans great anscestors reveals in Mages, Wizards, Magicians, and Necromancers though Erutan has no regard for them. So even though his anscestors have a history of Magical Powers, Erutan contains no natural ablilities in Arcane Arts.

History: Erutan was born in Ximax. At the age of three his mother abandoned him and his twin brother, Lurtz. They were playing there in the dirt for a while waiting for their father to finish what he was doing. Lurtz then decided to get up and wander off, leaving Erutan there. Lurtz kept wandering, then a visiting old man of the Ashz-Oc tribe picked him, thinking he was his son, though his son had died the previous day, the man was old and forgot when he saw the infant orc who resembled his son.

Seven years later, at age 10, the Mage who had once dreamed of raising a Master Mage of his own, had began to lose hope. At 10 years old, Erutan showed no signs of developing magical powers. Yollindo had trained him 3 days a week, for about 2 hours a day since he was 8. He has began to think this poor child may not have a chance. Since the young age of 5, Erutan had been going to school to become a scholar. Even though he would never have magical powers, he still trained because it was his fathers wish. Erutan became very smart by going to school.

Five years in the making, Erutan became a very smart Orc.
At age 11, Erutan learned in school about what his tribe does to Orcs with no magical powers, they let them go at age 15. Knowing this, everyday became a day to appreciate in his life, he didn't want to leave. At age 13, Erutan learned in school about various survival and battle tactics. He knew he would have to use these once he goes, so he studied them with much intent. Then the day finally came, his father knew he had to do it....so he did."Follow me son," said his father.

Erutan is being taken out into the wilderness. The sun is just rising and the heat of the day is yet to come. Yollindo escorts Erutan to the begining of the wilderness. He tosses to Erutan a dirty brown under tunic, and dirty brown under pants along with a belt made with loose fabrics. He also tosses Erutan an Old Rusty Iron Razorclaw that is fitted to a guantlet for the right hand, as a weapon. Yollindo speaks: " Son, this is the door that I show you. You are not a mage, you are a blue imprint to this society. I wish you the best of luck in these forevering taking woods. There are many mysteries here Erutan, let them stay mysteries." As Yollindo starts to walk away back to Ximax he speaks for the last time to Erutan. "Take my word for it Erutan! You don't want to know the legacy that lies in those woods! Goodbye and Good luck!" Erutan, stunned, just stands there in complete shock as he shivers in the breeze of the cold woods.

Erutan looks around and sees many Larkentir trees as they seem to shroud the whole forest. For 15 long years Erutan made home in these Shivering Woods. He preyed on whatever he could find, wether it was a dead mouse, or if he had to kill strange looking animals resembling a dog or a small bear, then he would. As he traveled back to the beginning of the woods, Erutan found an old abandoned hut with lots of decay and moss growing over it. He would stay here for the rest of his life. Over time his melee tactics and experience as a fighter had grown greatly. One day Erutan saw something, something that struck his memory.

Erutan saw someone or something moving in the woods while he was hunting, but just briefly. It moved upright and ran on two legs, he knew it couldn't be his dinner. Now at age 30, and his fighting skills honed, he is ready for a challenge. He lurks around some trees ever so slowly and with careful stealth. He gets to the point where he had seen the shadow, he looks around just to find nothing. He briefly turns his head to the right and sees the shadow once again. Erutan quickly spins 180 degrees and jumps to the side to hide against a tree.He slowly peaks his head out to look, then he thinks to himself........"Could this be the legend.....the Legend of........GreyWolf(The Bounty Hunter)?!?!?!??!?!" Just then Erutan sees something very shiny.....The sunlight is hitting something on the ground where he saw the shadow for the second time. He tries examine it, but from this distance he can't tell what it is. He desides to draw in closer......he cringes his razorclaw ready for an attack. As he gets closer and closer with every step, he can see that it is some type of case. He finally gets to it and it looks like a scimitar case with a long jagged scimitar in it. He quickly turns around as he is expecting an attack.......there is only silence and the sway of trees in the background. Breathing hard, Erutan takes a step back and bends down looking around. He Grabs he case and runs back to the beginning of the forest to his little hut. He runs in and sets the sword down, then he looks around to see if the shadow had followed him. It seemed that it had left him alone. Erutan unshieths the sword, its long jagged blade was about 0.6 peds long and was to heavy to be iron. It was a Fine Steel Scimitar. Erutan would use the sword from this day on and would forever remember the shadow that came into his life.

But, whenever Erutan held the sword, he could feel its power. But its power was strange, as it was filling Erutan with hatred and evil. Now after every kill, Erutan enjoyed the smell of its dead body and blood, he enjoyed killing it, and he enjoyed watching it die. There is no telling if the sword is doing this, or if being thrown into the wild at age 15 messed his head up. But it seems after every kill, the evil is pushed that much further into Erutan. Erutan has also forgotten about his brother. He remembers him vaugly, though he strongly believes that he is dead after leaving his father and him behind. All that he knows, is that when he feels the power in that Scimitar, he is a deadly killer.

Current Lifestyle: Current Lifestyle: Erutan makes a living in the Shivering Wood. One day while traveling to Horth, Erutan saw a Warg a the edge of the woods. He fed he Warg and petted it as it seemed to be a young beast. At 1 ped long and 0.6 pegs high, the Warg seemed to be a kid. Erutan would train the Warg to go on hunts with him. The Warg helps Erutan find any animals and kills them as prey. If he goes days on end with a kill, he will venture off to the town of his doings, Horth. He will not go to Ximax for he does not want to find his father for he may strike him down. Erutan uses the very few furs he collects from his kills as a type of trade currecny. He uses these to trade with the merchants to get small things such as food and maybe some new clothes. When the pet Warg was big enough, Erutan went to Horth and bought it a saddle so he could ride it around. This was when Erutan was of the age 33.Erutan aslo bought his iron shin plates and his leather chest armour, along with his leather boots in Horth. Erutan can barely remember his brother, but Erutan does not care much for his brother for they never really knew each other.

Inventory:
1. Dirty clothing and various types of light armour.
2. Fine Steel Scimitar, case held on back.
3. Rusty Iron-Razorclaw kept on right hand all day.
4. Arm band on left arm to stop wound from becoming infectious.
5.Little knife kept in left armband.
6. Hairband that keeps the hair standing at the top of his head.
7. Silver ring that he found on the ground by a Dark Elves tribe. The ring has no magical powers.
8.(Not really inventory)Pet Warg that he uses to hunt and ride on.
9. First Clue for Yollindos Journey.

Edited by: Erutan Argon at: 1/16/04 21:35