Post by Gmork on Apr 24, 2011 11:21:40 GMT -5
(GMORK)
" People who have no hopes are easy to control. "
My thoughts exactly!
[/b]" People who have no hopes are easy to control. "
My thoughts exactly!
If you have a dream, don't wait. Act.[/color][/center]
FULL NAME: lost to the sands of time
NICKNAMES: Gmork
GENDER: male
AGE: lost track, but roughly half a millineum
SEXUALITY: asexual
AFFILIATION: Neutral
CLASS: warrior
CANON OR ORIGINAL: canon, the neverending story
HOME WORLD: perhaps Russia
FACE CLAIM: Gmork
"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition."
[/b]Right... Did they ever pick the wrong guy for this one.[/color][/font][/center]
LIKES: eating, cozy places, traveling, sleeping, swamps
DISLIKES: CHILDREN, royalty, being outwitted or overpowered, locks, anything that requires hands
STRENGTHS: intuition, keen senses, ability to warp between worlds, werewolf shapeshifting
WEAKNESSES: many weak points on body, heat/sunlight quickly drains his energy, easy to catch monologing and therefore off guard
WEAPON(s): none
APPEARANCE:: Gmork has two forms, both of which are rather grisly looking.
His natural form is rarely seen as he feels extremely vulnerable while in it and it is more difficult to travel on two legs. (That, and the nature of his travel magic is much more difficult to handle without the extra weight of his wolf form.) He's monsterous in size, though most of it is fat. His features are all dark aside from his eyes. If he would clean himself up and lose around forty pounds, he'd look rather handsome. Until he does that, however, he looks quite like a caveman. He is roughly 5'6" and 190 lbs this way.
His favorite form is his wolf form. The beast is thick, stocky and covered in matted fur. His teeth are numerous and crooked, all blunt and designed the snap bones. Only his canine teeth are sharp on any level and he has eight of those; he has double the number of teeth a regular wolf has. Though most of him is black while like this, his eyes are the most startling ice blue. He is roughly 4'10" and 210 lbs this way.
This would be as good a time as ever to explain Gmork's gluttony. Being a werewolf and a diminsonal freelance traveler, Gmork requires huge amounts of energy. While he appears fat, it's to make sure he doesn't deplete himself of energy when he performs his transformations and spatical hops. His metabolism is extremely fast and he is always found eating something or other. More often than not he scavanges.
PERSONALITY: Truth be told, Gmork is the biggest coward you'll ever meet in your life. The only thing is that, rather than being flighty, he's extremely fighty. Ignoring the fact that he's a "big bad wolf" you would maybe find Gmork a loveable oaf if you were never on the running end of his hunts.
Gmork has next to no morals and his only concern in life is where his next meal will come from. He is horrible at making friends and his social skills are suckish at best. He's not really concerned about it, though; he's content with a loner's life as it makes traveling easier.
If Gmork loved anything, he loved traveling. Seeing new places, watching new people, eating new food... It was fabulous. Even before he was a werewolf, he never wanted to ever stop traveling.
HISTORY: Speaking of pre-werewolf times, a short chat about Gmork's childhood should settle everything.
Gmork had a full name once, a human sounding name. Because, at one time, he was human. He had a family in a land known as Russia and they were all very, very happy. He was well educated and spoke a number of languages, though his math skills were poor at best. His family took great pride in going around the country, visiting the snowy hills to the north and the murky lowlands to the south. Everything was a big game to them.
Until the uprising.
The revolution took out most of the nobility and Gmork's family was no exception. The trio was scattered and poor young Gmork found himself alone in a forest. While most people would worry about wolves, Gmork was more worried about tigers. Fate didn't intend for him to die, though.
He came across a small cottage. There was a witch inside and she minded to take very good care of him. After about a year, she asked him to travel into the imagination of the child of a rival of hers and break it. He didn't understand what was going on, but he went inside the little god-child's world and tore it apart... only, while within the world, he was attacked by a werewolf.
The bite and the magic the witch had placed on him created an odd combination and for the longest time, Gmork found himself very, very stuck in the god-child's world. A creature, or rather lack of creature, took him under its wing. It taught him to devour without remorse and to plunder. All the creature ask in return was that he never stopped eating; then, it showed him how to tap into his power to travel. Gmork left the realm and found himself somewhere else, somewhere more pleasant.
Freedom, he figured. Freedom was best. With that, the wolf trotted off into the gloom, not too worried about anything.
You can come here and see me anytime.
[/b]I'll always be right here.[/color]
hello, my name is Mama and i am of the
fairer species. i am 100 and i have 5
years experience and i found this site by Arzadon.
you can contact me by pm or
huuuurr.
Light and Darkness are eternal.[/b]
Nothing probably goes on forever too.[/color]
The great black wolf put one paw down on the rocky crag, looking over the moonlit beach. His crooked fangs were exposed to air as he sniffed at the whale carcass he had spotted earlier. The fair natives had attempt to save the baby, but, fortunately for him, they had failed. The body was still fresh, he could smell it.
He had to get to it before rot set in too terribly.
Dashing across the sand, the ravenous canine tore a hug chunk of fat off, finding satisfaction in the blubber. This would keep him well feed for quite a while. He fell on top of the dry sea mammal, raptured away in his meal. He was completely unaware of the approaching sounds of the townspeople. All he knew was that he was getting food and that was enough for him.
So, obviously, he jumped rather high when a rock landed on his back. He snarled and turned around, staring down the small crowd. They outnumbered him greatly. As much as Gmork would have liked to killed and eaten them, too, he knew he'd end up the one on a wall mount. So, as he usually did whenever he was going to be defeated, he turned tail and trotted off. He took residence in a cragly cave not to far away. It stank of dragon, but he wasn't complaining.
After a while, the crowd disapated. He came back out and spied a small boy still by the whale, looking rather miffed. Gmork grinned to himself and then ran up to the child. One small boy he could take; it would serve the town right for interupting his meal.
He had to get to it before rot set in too terribly.
Dashing across the sand, the ravenous canine tore a hug chunk of fat off, finding satisfaction in the blubber. This would keep him well feed for quite a while. He fell on top of the dry sea mammal, raptured away in his meal. He was completely unaware of the approaching sounds of the townspeople. All he knew was that he was getting food and that was enough for him.
So, obviously, he jumped rather high when a rock landed on his back. He snarled and turned around, staring down the small crowd. They outnumbered him greatly. As much as Gmork would have liked to killed and eaten them, too, he knew he'd end up the one on a wall mount. So, as he usually did whenever he was going to be defeated, he turned tail and trotted off. He took residence in a cragly cave not to far away. It stank of dragon, but he wasn't complaining.
After a while, the crowd disapated. He came back out and spied a small boy still by the whale, looking rather miffed. Gmork grinned to himself and then ran up to the child. One small boy he could take; it would serve the town right for interupting his meal.
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