User name: Ricter
Have you read the rules? Yes
Character Name: Ricter Casenger
Character Source: OC
Starting Location: Kraw
Physical Tendencies:
Power(P): 5%
Toughness(T): 40%
Quickness(Q): 25%
Skill(S): 30%
Personality Tendencies:
Aggression(A): 0%
Cunning(C): 20%
Diplomacy(D): 20%
Support(S): 60%
Physical Description:
Ricter is a short statuesque weasel with white fur covering his mouth leading down to his chest, while the rest of his body is covered in tan or cream colored fur. With a slim almost slinky build and rounded ears he has brown colored paw pads and a large poofy tail, the fur on it being grown out over the years. Height wise he is quite larger than a normal critter, only being 2'7" ft tall, and weighing less than 50 lb. Feral in nature he can speak both with animistic noises and English despite not seemingly having a voice box for it. He doesn't wear clothes however, safe from maybe shirts, scarfs, small accessories and maybe something more fancy if it could fit on his small body.
Character History:
Ricter’s universe is that of old fairy tails and foke lore, where princesses get woken up by kisses and animals talking is fairly the norm. However in this setting it was a lot less cheerful and more so realistic, if that couldn’t be contrary enough. The world revolved around small settlements and kingdoms, a mix of humans, elves, dwarfs, and other things were all scattered and lived mostly separated.
For the weasel he stayed in a medium sized settlement with other talking animals, located deep within the mystical forests that stretched far across the lands. Growing up here the tree’s made for nice homes, being built into and having a sort of ‘Bearstein Bears’ kind of look. Every animal here spoke a common language, and worked as a community despite predator and prey relationships, even spirits and elementals found a home here.
When Ricter was born he undergone a special ritual which all members of the Woodland had done to them when they were infants. They would be taken to an alter in the woods and given an affinity for magic by one of the elder spirits, but it would be unknown until they came of age, which was a vague way of saying when he became a teenager. Manifesting in a way that was always unique to the creature that had it.
Like his parents, his mother having the ability to grow plants as she loved nature and wished to protect it with all her might, changing into said power once she became a young woman. Or his father who was a bit of a hot head as a kid but learned to nurture it into passion, giving him the power to improve his body to fit any goal he was passionate about. Both respectively worked for the communities lumber and tree planting group, one chops them down and the other grows it back.
As a small child he didn’t make too many friends at first when he first went through school, the teachers were more so the people he liked talking too, he enjoyed learning about magic, nature, and the world and they seemed to know so much. He spent years of his time reading books and trying to find out what his own personal power could be, but he knew one thing, he wanted to explore and help others.
As the weasel began to grow from childhood he found that he always wondered what was happening with the outside world, why the elevs and dwarfs always fought one another. Or why there was so much worry about the state of nature around them when ti always seemed so alive and perfect. Eventually when he grew to become a teenager he noticed erosion in the forest, dark moss was appearing on the ourter regions of the tree’s and many of his friends and family worried that this was some form of curse.
In fact it was, a cure was placed on the tree’s by the drow to destroy the forest and lure out the creatures and spirits who were protected by the mystical nature of the woodlands so that they wouldn’t become a threat later. Plunging the civilization in their first war in decades, which Ricter would take part in. As just a simple boy he had witnessed the horrors of the outside world, the stories he was told about great cities and monuments amounted to very little now that he got to see them but in a darker light.
For the first time he was able to leave the Woodland but instead of curious eyes he wanted to be blind to everything. Lasting only 3 years the war was drawn out and Ricter managed to avoid death on many occasions, having forced himself to harm others but losing his composure to keep fighting with each dark-elf that came to destroy their home. He knew he wasn’t a fighter, and even those of his peers could see it as well, but with now magic of his own all he could do was become a front line fighter.
However in the middle of the water when his group was pushing back the dark-elves back underground they were ambushed. Nearly everyone of them were killed except himself who was instead captured and forced to work as cheep labor underground. He stayed here for 3 months, being whipped and forced to work and craft magical weapons for the dark-elves to use. But in this time he devised a means of escape, for every bit of magical energy that was given to him in a solid form he would take a piece and swallow it.
Given he had no affinity yet the elves had no clue that he was ingesting portions of magical energy and adding it to a simple item later on when he could spit it up. When the time came however he would offer said item to his groups most powerful magic user and with his help a band of them escaped the underground caves, but with many losses. In the middle of the escape though a friend of his, one of his teachers, would take multiple arrows to the back.
Once they managed to flee successfully all the weasel could do was watch as his teacher began to die, however in his sadness and sorrow, his wish to help sparked his personal magic. But to vast degree’s of power, healing the wounded man laying on his lap he would also manage to heal himself of any damage he was suffering. Just from a touch from his paw, it was so effective that immediately he could move, jump and run around with out a problem.
He would then be told once they got back that the mana crystals he ingested lingered their effects into him, making his over all magical abilities a bit stronger than the average heal spell. Once he found his calling as a medic for the front lines the war began to come to an end only a year after this event, with his assistance he saved more than two thousand lives and made it so those hurt could enter back into combat immediately after fighting to the death moments later.
With the dark-elves defeated and their home destroyed they were driven away, hunted by other factions as Ricter and many others would be given the upmost recognition from the spirit elders. A decade would follow and the weasel would have opened up his own clinic, studying and forming new ways to combat illnesses.
He would even get letters from those in outside lands who wished to have their bodies healed in some way, or better yet come ot the forest just to seek him out. In this life he was very happy, but now being pulled away from it he feels maybe here he can also improve the lives of others.
Abilities/Skills:
Feral Animal: [500]
Effect: Shrink [Rank 2] + 400
Modifiers: Ongoing [Rank 2] + 200, Side Effect - 100.
Description: Ricter is naturally 2'7" inches tall, being the animal that he is. His height inhibits his physical strength, making him as weak as a human child in terms of carrying/lifting objects, tossing objects, or attacking via melee.
How much Essence did you spend? 500
How much Essence do you have left? 1000
Have you read the rules? Yes
Character Name: Ricter Casenger
Character Source: OC
Starting Location: Kraw
Physical Tendencies:
Power(P): 5%
Toughness(T): 40%
Quickness(Q): 25%
Skill(S): 30%
Personality Tendencies:
Aggression(A): 0%
Cunning(C): 20%
Diplomacy(D): 20%
Support(S): 60%
Physical Description:
Ricter is a short statuesque weasel with white fur covering his mouth leading down to his chest, while the rest of his body is covered in tan or cream colored fur. With a slim almost slinky build and rounded ears he has brown colored paw pads and a large poofy tail, the fur on it being grown out over the years. Height wise he is quite larger than a normal critter, only being 2'7" ft tall, and weighing less than 50 lb. Feral in nature he can speak both with animistic noises and English despite not seemingly having a voice box for it. He doesn't wear clothes however, safe from maybe shirts, scarfs, small accessories and maybe something more fancy if it could fit on his small body.
Character History:
Ricter’s universe is that of old fairy tails and foke lore, where princesses get woken up by kisses and animals talking is fairly the norm. However in this setting it was a lot less cheerful and more so realistic, if that couldn’t be contrary enough. The world revolved around small settlements and kingdoms, a mix of humans, elves, dwarfs, and other things were all scattered and lived mostly separated.
For the weasel he stayed in a medium sized settlement with other talking animals, located deep within the mystical forests that stretched far across the lands. Growing up here the tree’s made for nice homes, being built into and having a sort of ‘Bearstein Bears’ kind of look. Every animal here spoke a common language, and worked as a community despite predator and prey relationships, even spirits and elementals found a home here.
When Ricter was born he undergone a special ritual which all members of the Woodland had done to them when they were infants. They would be taken to an alter in the woods and given an affinity for magic by one of the elder spirits, but it would be unknown until they came of age, which was a vague way of saying when he became a teenager. Manifesting in a way that was always unique to the creature that had it.
Like his parents, his mother having the ability to grow plants as she loved nature and wished to protect it with all her might, changing into said power once she became a young woman. Or his father who was a bit of a hot head as a kid but learned to nurture it into passion, giving him the power to improve his body to fit any goal he was passionate about. Both respectively worked for the communities lumber and tree planting group, one chops them down and the other grows it back.
As a small child he didn’t make too many friends at first when he first went through school, the teachers were more so the people he liked talking too, he enjoyed learning about magic, nature, and the world and they seemed to know so much. He spent years of his time reading books and trying to find out what his own personal power could be, but he knew one thing, he wanted to explore and help others.
As the weasel began to grow from childhood he found that he always wondered what was happening with the outside world, why the elevs and dwarfs always fought one another. Or why there was so much worry about the state of nature around them when ti always seemed so alive and perfect. Eventually when he grew to become a teenager he noticed erosion in the forest, dark moss was appearing on the ourter regions of the tree’s and many of his friends and family worried that this was some form of curse.
In fact it was, a cure was placed on the tree’s by the drow to destroy the forest and lure out the creatures and spirits who were protected by the mystical nature of the woodlands so that they wouldn’t become a threat later. Plunging the civilization in their first war in decades, which Ricter would take part in. As just a simple boy he had witnessed the horrors of the outside world, the stories he was told about great cities and monuments amounted to very little now that he got to see them but in a darker light.
For the first time he was able to leave the Woodland but instead of curious eyes he wanted to be blind to everything. Lasting only 3 years the war was drawn out and Ricter managed to avoid death on many occasions, having forced himself to harm others but losing his composure to keep fighting with each dark-elf that came to destroy their home. He knew he wasn’t a fighter, and even those of his peers could see it as well, but with now magic of his own all he could do was become a front line fighter.
However in the middle of the water when his group was pushing back the dark-elves back underground they were ambushed. Nearly everyone of them were killed except himself who was instead captured and forced to work as cheep labor underground. He stayed here for 3 months, being whipped and forced to work and craft magical weapons for the dark-elves to use. But in this time he devised a means of escape, for every bit of magical energy that was given to him in a solid form he would take a piece and swallow it.
Given he had no affinity yet the elves had no clue that he was ingesting portions of magical energy and adding it to a simple item later on when he could spit it up. When the time came however he would offer said item to his groups most powerful magic user and with his help a band of them escaped the underground caves, but with many losses. In the middle of the escape though a friend of his, one of his teachers, would take multiple arrows to the back.
Once they managed to flee successfully all the weasel could do was watch as his teacher began to die, however in his sadness and sorrow, his wish to help sparked his personal magic. But to vast degree’s of power, healing the wounded man laying on his lap he would also manage to heal himself of any damage he was suffering. Just from a touch from his paw, it was so effective that immediately he could move, jump and run around with out a problem.
He would then be told once they got back that the mana crystals he ingested lingered their effects into him, making his over all magical abilities a bit stronger than the average heal spell. Once he found his calling as a medic for the front lines the war began to come to an end only a year after this event, with his assistance he saved more than two thousand lives and made it so those hurt could enter back into combat immediately after fighting to the death moments later.
With the dark-elves defeated and their home destroyed they were driven away, hunted by other factions as Ricter and many others would be given the upmost recognition from the spirit elders. A decade would follow and the weasel would have opened up his own clinic, studying and forming new ways to combat illnesses.
He would even get letters from those in outside lands who wished to have their bodies healed in some way, or better yet come ot the forest just to seek him out. In this life he was very happy, but now being pulled away from it he feels maybe here he can also improve the lives of others.
Abilities/Skills:
Feral Animal: [500]
Effect: Shrink [Rank 2] + 400
Modifiers: Ongoing [Rank 2] + 200, Side Effect - 100.
Description: Ricter is naturally 2'7" inches tall, being the animal that he is. His height inhibits his physical strength, making him as weak as a human child in terms of carrying/lifting objects, tossing objects, or attacking via melee.
How much Essence did you spend? 500
How much Essence do you have left? 1000
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