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| − | Eorich woke. It was night again. The moon was just rising and almost full, visible through | + | Eorich woke. It was night again. The moon was just rising and almost full, visible through the wide entryway to the den of fallen trees that he had slept in during the day. He shuddered, and tried to shrink further back into the wooden shelter. The full moons were always the worst. It called to him, the pale silver light stirring something in his breast, sparking a tension and an urgent need to act. The full moon always meant bloodshed. |
| − | the | + | Eorich just wanted to sleep, but he was hungry. He tried to remember the last time he had eaten, but couldn't, and this made him glad. The hunger always brought with it the memories of blood, of some small thing bursting in his jaws or under his rending talons. He whimpered. Sometimes the small things were people. Back in his old life, before his 'blessing', he would have given anything for the power to break free. It occured to him then, as it occured so often to him, that he had. |
| − | + | Hunger pains wracked him, and an animal growl escaped his lips. Eorich could feel his flesh shifting restlessly, impatient to respond to the moon and the hunger and the promise of violence. Was it meant to be like this? When the woman had come down from the sky and turned him from runaway slave into mighty beast-god, had she meant to reduce him to this crumpled wreck? The hunters had been there so quickly, it was all he could do to escape. He had slain them, one by one, over the next few days, learning about his magic. He had felt so powerful then. Unstoppable. | |
| − | + | But more came, and pursued him, and these were wary and powerful. He fled. He fled farther and faster than they could run, not stopping for food or water or sleep in the long run that he had made so many times since then. He had seen fantastic creatures, strange and wonderful flora, and more trees and snow than he had ever wanted to. The goddess hadn't spoken to him again, just left him to slowly and steadily lose control as his body began to warp around him. Thoughts of the run made his legs begin to change, adopting the sleek form of a hunting cat's. Thoughts of the fighting threatened to tear away control of his entire body - Eorich could feel the muscles in his arms swelling and the bones shifting. Vestigial claws eased their way painlessly through his fingertips, lightly dimpling his skin where he hugged himself as he desperately tried to will himself calm. | |
| − | + | "Was it meant to be like this?!" he shouted at the moon, feeling his lips pull back along a slightly lengthening muzzle as he let the anger take a little control. "What did I ever do to you?!" | |
| − | + | The moon didn't reply. It just crept its way into the sky, tugging insistently at him. <i>Come out to play,</i> it said. <i>Be the predator. Fight, eat and mate.</I> And Eorich knew that somewhere in the secret places of his heart that he enjoyed the simple, violent life that the curse had given him. <i>Give in,</i> the moon seemed to say. <i>It's so much less painful if you just let it happen...</i> | |
| − | + | Eorich screamed in frustration, refusing to give in to the bestial lures. His body shuddered with repressed emotion, flowing like melting snow. He had survived slavery. He had survived the hunt and the flight through the forest. He would survive the curse. He just had no idea how. | |
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the forest, then looked at his companions. | the forest, then looked at his companions. | ||
| − | "Sounds like our god's on the move again," he said, climbing to his feet and stretching. | + | "Sounds like our god's on the move again," he said, climbing to his feet and stretching. "Let's see what he brings us today." |
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| − | Underneath a thick layer of dirt, Eorich has the pale skin of a northerner and the natural | + | Underneath a thick layer of dirt, Eorich has the pale skin of a northerner and the natural colour of his long, matted hair is medium brown. He is wiry and athletic, his muscles smoothed over by a layer of insulating fat, and wears the tattered remnants of clothes he takes from his victims. |
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| − | takes from his victims. | ||
| − | When he transforms into his war form, Eorich's chimerical nature becomes obvious. At various | + | When he transforms into his war form, Eorich's chimerical nature becomes obvious. At various points over the years his totem has been wolf, goat and puma, and his Deadly Beastman shape combines aspects of all three. The majority is feline in appearance, speckled white and brown, but his tail combines the flexibility of a cat's with the appearance of a wolf's. His feet are canine paws instead of feline. His head is mostly goat-like, with a mane of white hair caked with dirt. Two straight horns project from the top of his head. His eyes have square goat pupils, but his muzzle is elongated and wolflike, with rows of vicious teeth more suitable for flesh tearing than grazing. |
| − | + | Eorich's Tell is unusual: his saliva and blood seethe with raw chaos, and where they fall things <i>change</i>. He can often be tracked by a trail of oddities left by his bodily fluids, and can be identified by the warping of his clothes where he has sweated on them. He seems immune to his own venom, but its deleterious effect on others has been proven. | |
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Valour 3 | Valour 3 | ||
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<i>Athletics</i> 3<br> | <i>Athletics</i> 3<br> | ||
Awareness 3<br> | Awareness 3<br> | ||
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Heart's Blood: Animals 2 (Puma, Moose, Goat, Horse, Wolf)<br> | Heart's Blood: Animals 2 (Puma, Moose, Goat, Horse, Wolf)<br> | ||
Heart's Blood: Humans 3 (Four random people - he's never learned Prey's Skin Disguise)<br> | Heart's Blood: Humans 3 (Four random people - he's never learned Prey's Skin Disguise)<br> | ||
| − | Followers 2 (Some shiftless bandits who follow their mad god around to loot whatever he | + | Followers 2 (Some shiftless bandits who follow their mad god around to loot whatever he leaves behind.) |
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<B>Charms</B> | <B>Charms</B> | ||
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DBT Soak: <nowiki>10B/10L/0A</nowiki> | DBT Soak: <nowiki>10B/10L/0A</nowiki> | ||
| − | </tt>Anyone subject to a successful bite from Eorich (whether or not it does damage) must | + | </tt> |
| − | + | Anyone subject to a successful bite from Eorich (whether or not it does damage) must make a diff 8 Stamina + Endurance roll or suffer 3 dice of lethal damage, soakable only with Stamina. | |
| − | make a diff 8 Stamina + Endurance roll or suffer 3 dice of lethal damage, soakable only with | ||
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Willpower: 8 | Willpower: 8 | ||
Health Levels: <nowiki>-0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-4/Incap</nowiki> | Health Levels: <nowiki>-0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-4/Incap</nowiki> | ||
Latest revision as of 13:39, 9 June 2010
Eorich
Eorich woke. It was night again. The moon was just rising and almost full, visible through the wide entryway to the den of fallen trees that he had slept in during the day. He shuddered, and tried to shrink further back into the wooden shelter. The full moons were always the worst. It called to him, the pale silver light stirring something in his breast, sparking a tension and an urgent need to act. The full moon always meant bloodshed.
Eorich just wanted to sleep, but he was hungry. He tried to remember the last time he had eaten, but couldn't, and this made him glad. The hunger always brought with it the memories of blood, of some small thing bursting in his jaws or under his rending talons. He whimpered. Sometimes the small things were people. Back in his old life, before his 'blessing', he would have given anything for the power to break free. It occured to him then, as it occured so often to him, that he had.
Hunger pains wracked him, and an animal growl escaped his lips. Eorich could feel his flesh shifting restlessly, impatient to respond to the moon and the hunger and the promise of violence. Was it meant to be like this? When the woman had come down from the sky and turned him from runaway slave into mighty beast-god, had she meant to reduce him to this crumpled wreck? The hunters had been there so quickly, it was all he could do to escape. He had slain them, one by one, over the next few days, learning about his magic. He had felt so powerful then. Unstoppable.
But more came, and pursued him, and these were wary and powerful. He fled. He fled farther and faster than they could run, not stopping for food or water or sleep in the long run that he had made so many times since then. He had seen fantastic creatures, strange and wonderful flora, and more trees and snow than he had ever wanted to. The goddess hadn't spoken to him again, just left him to slowly and steadily lose control as his body began to warp around him. Thoughts of the run made his legs begin to change, adopting the sleek form of a hunting cat's. Thoughts of the fighting threatened to tear away control of his entire body - Eorich could feel the muscles in his arms swelling and the bones shifting. Vestigial claws eased their way painlessly through his fingertips, lightly dimpling his skin where he hugged himself as he desperately tried to will himself calm.
"Was it meant to be like this?!" he shouted at the moon, feeling his lips pull back along a slightly lengthening muzzle as he let the anger take a little control. "What did I ever do to you?!"
The moon didn't reply. It just crept its way into the sky, tugging insistently at him. Come out to play, it said. Be the predator. Fight, eat and mate. And Eorich knew that somewhere in the secret places of his heart that he enjoyed the simple, violent life that the curse had given him. Give in, the moon seemed to say. It's so much less painful if you just let it happen...
Eorich screamed in frustration, refusing to give in to the bestial lures. His body shuddered with repressed emotion, flowing like melting snow. He had survived slavery. He had survived the hunt and the flight through the forest. He would survive the curse. He just had no idea how.
Hans glanced up as the distinctive noise, somewhere between a howl and a scream, cut through
the forest, then looked at his companions.
"Sounds like our god's on the move again," he said, climbing to his feet and stretching. "Let's see what he brings us today."
Underneath a thick layer of dirt, Eorich has the pale skin of a northerner and the natural colour of his long, matted hair is medium brown. He is wiry and athletic, his muscles smoothed over by a layer of insulating fat, and wears the tattered remnants of clothes he takes from his victims.
When he transforms into his war form, Eorich's chimerical nature becomes obvious. At various points over the years his totem has been wolf, goat and puma, and his Deadly Beastman shape combines aspects of all three. The majority is feline in appearance, speckled white and brown, but his tail combines the flexibility of a cat's with the appearance of a wolf's. His feet are canine paws instead of feline. His head is mostly goat-like, with a mane of white hair caked with dirt. Two straight horns project from the top of his head. His eyes have square goat pupils, but his muzzle is elongated and wolflike, with rows of vicious teeth more suitable for flesh tearing than grazing.
Eorich's Tell is unusual: his saliva and blood seethe with raw chaos, and where they fall things change. He can often be tracked by a trail of oddities left by his bodily fluids, and can be identified by the warping of his clothes where he has sweated on them. He seems immune to his own venom, but its deleterious effect on others has been proven.
Caste: Casteless
Concept: Tortured Monster
Nature: Survivor
XP: 180
Attributes
Strength 4
Dexterity 3
Stamina 5
Charisma 3
Manipulation 2
Appearance 2
Perception 4
Intelligence 2
Wits 3
DBT Attributes
Strength 7
Dexterity 5
Stamina 8
Gifts: Terrible Beast Claws, Resilience of Nature, Poison Bite
Virtues
Compassion 2
Conviction 2
Temperance 2
Valour 3
Abilities
Athletics 3
Awareness 3
Brawl 5
Dodge 2
Endurance 4
Performance 2
Resistance 3
Stealth 2
Survival 5
Aspect or Favoured ability.
Backgrounds
Heart's Blood: Animals 2 (Puma, Moose, Goat, Horse, Wolf)
Heart's Blood: Humans 3 (Four random people - he's never learned Prey's Skin Disguise)
Followers 2 (Some shiftless bandits who follow their mad god around to loot whatever he leaves behind.)
Charms
Shapeshifting
- Finding The Spirit's Shape (Puma)
- Deadly Beastman Transformation x 2
- Shaping The Ideal Form
Body Enhancement
- Predator Grace Method
- Panther Stride Stance
- Ox-Body Technique x 2
Unarmed Combat
- Body Weapon Technique
- Angry Rhino Charge
Defensive
- Steel Paw Style
- Golden Tiger Block
- Hide-Toughening Essence
- Armour-Forming Technique
Survival
- Beast Instinct Method
- Food-Scenting Method
- Water-Providing Technique
- Wolf Endurance Method
Combat Stats
Base Initiative: 6 Attacks: Punch: Spd 6, Atk 8, Dmg 4B, Def 8 Kick: Spd 3, Atk 7, Dmg 6B, Def 7 Dodge Pool: 5 Soak: 5B/2L/0A
Base DBT Initiative: 8 DBT Attacks: Punch: Spd 8, Atk 10, Dmg 7B, Def 10 Kick: Spd 5, Atk 9, Dmg 9B, Def 9 Claw: Spd 11, Atk 11, Dmg 10L, Def 11 Bite: Spd 8, Atk 12, Dmg 12L + poison, Def 10 DBT Dodge Pool: 7 DBT Soak: 10B/10L/0A
Anyone subject to a successful bite from Eorich (whether or not it does damage) must make a diff 8 Stamina + Endurance roll or suffer 3 dice of lethal damage, soakable only with Stamina.
Willpower: 8 Health Levels: -0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-4/Incap Essence: 2 Personal Essence: 18 Peripheral Essence: 36
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