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| Uriankhai | Apr 6 2008, 02:38 PM Post #1 |
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[color=white]Name: Subutai Uriankhai Gender: Male Role: Student SID: 470806 Dorm: 105 Age: 21 City-State: Necransia Birthday: Large Duststorm, Autum, 739 Appearance: Subutai is a tall person with a light build, he weighs approximately 185Ibs and is 6'4" in height. Subutai has large arm muscles and wide shoulders, he also has large leg muscles. His feet and hands are larger than average, which is to be expected for someone tall, and his back is slightly misshapen due to too much time in the saddle. Subutai's skin is darkened (light brown) due to the climate he is used to living in. His face is slightly longer than average and his eyes are slanted slightly (dark brown in color), his nose is large and slightly hawkish. The skin on his face is weathered from harsh desert winds, causing lines to be etched deeper, especially around his eyes and mouth when he smiles. His eyebrows are prominent, darker than his hair. Subutai's chin is strong, but not tremendously, his mouth his small but his lips are thick. He is clean shaven and usually clean in general. Subutai's hair is a dark auburn in color and is 6" long and is not fashioned, it is messy and unatained. Clothing: Subutai wears a deel, it is a traditional garment worn on both workdays and special days. It is a long, loose gown cut in one piece with the sleeves; it has a high collar and widely overlaps at the front. The deel is girdled with a sash that is black in color. The deal closes on Subutai's right and has five fastenings, it is tan in color. Subutai wears loose fitting brown pants that are made of cotton, they are brown in color. Subutai also wears moccasins and a hat that is made of fur, it fits onto the top of his had and comes down into a larger circle from one ear to the other. Weapons: Composite Bow - The backbone of the bow is a wooden frame, which is birch. The total length of the frame is 150-160 cm. When the bow is unstrung, it looks like a semi-circle with a beautifully curvaceous shape, but when a string is attached the whole thing is stretched out so that its limbs are bent inward. Even so, these limbs with string attachments are bent slightly away from the archer, forming a double curve. It is this double curve that delivers explosive acceleration and awesome velocity to the arrow. From these limbs or bends of the bow behind the string attachments where the impact is greatest, the frame is covered with elongated and flattened pieces of mountain sheep's horn and bone which adds snapping power to the resilient wood in the frame. These hard parts form a layer that covers the whole area of the so-called belly, which is the part between the grip and the limbs. The back parts of the bow, nearest the archer, were those covered with horn and bone while the sinew layer was applied to the outer side. The bow has an effective range of 350 yards (320 meters) and 160Ib of resistance. The arrows for the bow are 100cm in length and 10mm in width, they are fetched with eagle feathers, the arrowheads are wide metal blades. A quiver made of hide is strapped to Uriankhai's back, it contains 50 arrows. Lance (only from horseback) - The lance is made of birch and is 3m in length, it has a ½' long blade that is quite wide. It is held under the users arm with 1m behind them and the other 2 extended in front of them. Shamshir - A one-handed, curved sword featuring a slim blade that has almost no taper until the very tip. Instead of being worn upright, it is worn horizontally, with the hilt and tip pointing up. There is no pommel, and its two lengthy quillons form a simple crossguard. The tang of the blade is covered by slabs of bone, ivory, wood, or other material fastened by rivets to form the grip. The swords entire length is 4' and the width (until it tapers) is about 1". The shamshir has a wood scabbard that is fastened to Uriankhai's sash on his left side. Personality: Uriankhai is what seems to be a very content person, who likes to spread the cheer to those around him from time to time. He is a happy person, but the strangest things cause him joy, to see an enemy withering on the end of his lance for one, or the shrieking rage of a woman who has just found her dead child, the child that he killed. In fact, his fondest memory is that of riding to a Necrancian village one morning with The Wickans and slaughtering the populace, after the women were raped in front of their husbands and the children killed before the parents, naturally. He is, in short a very twisted animal, he is deceitful, and loves to play his enemies like a well tuned fiddle. Strength: Uriankhai is in the prime of his life at 21 years of age, he is an excellent archer and an amazing horseman and cavalryman. He is extremely proficient with all of his weapons from horseback and with his bow on foot. Weakness: Uriankhai has two major weaknesses, primarily his lack of armor, it does not usually matter when he is on horseback, but on foot he is very vulnerable because he has little training with a sword when on foot and this with his lack of armor leaves him extremely open. History: Uriankhai hails from a tribe from southern Necransia, the tribe goes by the name of The Wickans and consisted of 29 men, it wasn't a tribe as much as a mercenary unit out for hire but they made their home in southern Necransia right on the Gladiatia border. The unit had fought against Necransia in the war that was wagged by the Gladiatian Leader, it was more of a religious matter for The Wickans than a political one. They had started of as foragers for the Gladiatian army but turned into scouts and raiders soon after the war started. Uriankhai learnt all he knew from The Wickans because he joined it when he was 13, he didn't join as much as he was forced into it. He had been captured in a raid by his new companions, but that was the way of life in the desserts. Uriankhai has left the tribe for Everland recently because he feels that he has learnt all he can from them. RP Sample: Subutai was sweating, it was blinding him and making him itchy, the enemy force was 500 yards away, and closing fast. They were all mounted catapracht. That alone was making him sweat, the best calvary that Necransia has to offer, and they sent 100 to wipe out a raiding band of 29, it was ridiculous, he could feel the nervousness of his companions, none of them to much older than himself. The only person who seemed calm was their Warleader, Khasar. The Warleader spoke "Aright you band of blathering idiots, don't piss yourselves, wait for 250 yards, than fire 5 arrows." He didn't ask for clarification, everyone knew what to do, arrows were knocked to bows and the bows themselves were raised but not drawn, at 320 yards the troop of catapracht burst into full gallop, and at 250 The Wickans fired and again and again, until their 5 arrows were landing amongst their enemies. "Withdraw!" yelled the Warleader. The 29 horsemen turned and galloped for the small hill behind them, once they were there Khasar drew his sword and turned once more, but this time, to face his enemy. The other 28 men placed their bows in holders attached to their saddles and pulled the long birch lances from the ground. Subutai struggled with his for a moment than raised it in the air like the rest of his companions. Khasar lowered his sword and the tribe began to ride towards the broken line of catapracht. The arrows had exacted their toll and 37 men lay dead on the ground, there would be more but the bastard’s had layer upon layer of armor. 100 yards distant from the catapracht and Khasar gave the command for charge, the tribe hit the cataprachts in a perfect line, every lance finding it's target, and been withdrawn from withering bodies to strike again and again. "Death!" screamed a catapracht who charged at Subutai. The horseman was so very close, his mace raised over his head, as Subutai's lance took him full in the mouth, blood and teeth spewed everywhere, the man's scream of death turned into shrieks of pain and agony. Subutai dropped his lance and pulled out his shamshir, he cut the screaming man's head off and watched it fall to the ground with a cynical smile. Special Power: Extremely acute eyesight at all times, and ability to see in the dark for 2 minutes every day.[/color] |
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In my undying love for you, I can think only of you and nothing of myself. Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god. | |
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| Drestia | Apr 24 2008, 06:59 PM Post #2 |
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Your Worst Nightmare
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[font=Arial][color=yellow]Lovely... not bad -"large duststorm" is not a date, at least a month would be nice -some general spelling mistakes and typos -nice hat :lol: -personality isn't particularly thrilling or original -name your tribe -power: see in the dark how far? [/color][/font] |
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There's so much behind my smile that I can never show. I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference. ~Marilyn Manson I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? ~John Lennon | |
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| Uriankhai | Apr 24 2008, 07:03 PM Post #3 |
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[color=white]Nomadic Tribe, meaning we don't have calender's and we live in a desert, so I'll say a Duststorm in Autum. I do love my hat. I live in a desert with 28 other guys, why should I have an interesting personality. Khasar's Blathering Idiots 350 yards, effective bow range, and if you give me that I'll put it down to 1 min.[/color] |
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In my undying love for you, I can think only of you and nothing of myself. Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god. | |
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| Drestia | Apr 24 2008, 07:09 PM Post #4 |
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[font=Arial][color=yellow]Thank you, a season is good enough Name your tribe better, idiots may not be the most moral boosting name for a tribe Fine, one minute, 350 yards... this is just normal night vision, no special stuff? You'er a barbarian and you're really clean?[/color][/font] |
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There's so much behind my smile that I can never show. I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference. ~Marilyn Manson I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? ~John Lennon | |
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| Uriankhai | Apr 24 2008, 07:19 PM Post #5 |
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[color=white]How is The Wickans? Very acute as a usual, and 350 in the dark for 1 minute. I roll around in the sand a lot.[/color] |
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In my undying love for you, I can think only of you and nothing of myself. Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god. | |
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| Drestia | Apr 24 2008, 07:24 PM Post #6 |
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[font=Arial][color=yellow]Fine to everything. [b]I accept.[/b][/color][/font] |
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There's so much behind my smile that I can never show. I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference. ~Marilyn Manson I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? ~John Lennon | |
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| Aldaras | Apr 26 2008, 11:32 AM Post #7 |
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Man Whore Of The Millenium
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I'll state it again, resistance doesn't really matter in the description, although I don't have an actual problem with it. I assume it's a long bow... Just one quick note, it was more so of a battle, seeing as how the actual war has been going on for countless years. Think of most countries being like the U.S., they don't know the meaning of peace, and intelligence, but that's only the US president... at any rate. I have fixed specifications in accordance to what you and Drestia have agreed. I'm [b]Accepting[/b] |
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.- Shakespeare, Hamlet Act 3 Scene 3 Asses are made to bear, and so are you- Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew, Act 2, Scene I Administration: a delicate word for indelicate dealings ![]() Props to Greiver for the banner | |
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