Post by Jym on Mar 6, 2006 17:19:20 GMT 10
Name: Jym
Height: 4' 6
Abilities: Jump, illumination
Weapons: Ensuane (Enchanted Holy Blade)
Magic: None as of yet, just pay attention
Description:
Jym's a 4 foot high frog, with a dark red cape that covers the back of his chainmail which protects his arms, chest, belly and back. He wears an under shirt to protect his soft belly from the chainmail. He wears puffy pants which make his legs look quite a lot fatter than they actually are, but increase his mobility in combat.
He wears leather arm braces to protect his powerful forearms from melee damage. His leafy green colour hides him well in ponds and rivers, and the stripey texture on his back gives perfect camoflage in trees, although in different weather, the deep green on his back changes between green, blue, black, white and red, and the stripes on his back change colour depending on his mood, and are also the source of his ilumination. However the pale lime green on his soft underside never changes.
Background:
Jym was born, and spent his childhood in his home town. While he was still very young, still even when he had his tail, the town was attacked. The battles laster for many days while those born of royal blood fled galiently.
The white mages of the temple, the Royal Vanguard, the King's Dragoon's, even the fabled Paladin's, of whom swore an oath to uphold the old ways fought and died for a lost cause.
The mighty warriors met the invaders on the battle field and stormed through, hacking and slashing at their opponents; left, right and center. Their holy weapons cut through flesh like a hot knife through butter which had been left out overnight. Searing flesh so severely, that the seconds the demonic invaders survived for, seemed like weeks and caused them more pain than if their universe was to collapse on itself.
Tradgically by sun-up of the fourth day, many of the defenders had been slain, and a new addition to the battle had taken control. Mounted on his jet-black stallion with an army of undead warriors at his disposal, all mounted on their own skeletal mares.
In one hand, a scythe with a midnight blade; stained and reeking of cold blood, decapitating all those who would stand again him, in the other hand, an ord of smoke twirled, as if battling a great wind.
With the palace's mighty warriors fallen, word of the king came, which ordered all those able to be fitted with a sword, and basic leather armour.
Jym was among them.
Having never held a sword before, he was deathly afraid of the reality which had befallen him...
Height: 4' 6
Abilities: Jump, illumination
Weapons: Ensuane (Enchanted Holy Blade)
Magic: None as of yet, just pay attention
Description:
Jym's a 4 foot high frog, with a dark red cape that covers the back of his chainmail which protects his arms, chest, belly and back. He wears an under shirt to protect his soft belly from the chainmail. He wears puffy pants which make his legs look quite a lot fatter than they actually are, but increase his mobility in combat.
He wears leather arm braces to protect his powerful forearms from melee damage. His leafy green colour hides him well in ponds and rivers, and the stripey texture on his back gives perfect camoflage in trees, although in different weather, the deep green on his back changes between green, blue, black, white and red, and the stripes on his back change colour depending on his mood, and are also the source of his ilumination. However the pale lime green on his soft underside never changes.
Background:
Jym was born, and spent his childhood in his home town. While he was still very young, still even when he had his tail, the town was attacked. The battles laster for many days while those born of royal blood fled galiently.
The white mages of the temple, the Royal Vanguard, the King's Dragoon's, even the fabled Paladin's, of whom swore an oath to uphold the old ways fought and died for a lost cause.
The mighty warriors met the invaders on the battle field and stormed through, hacking and slashing at their opponents; left, right and center. Their holy weapons cut through flesh like a hot knife through butter which had been left out overnight. Searing flesh so severely, that the seconds the demonic invaders survived for, seemed like weeks and caused them more pain than if their universe was to collapse on itself.
Tradgically by sun-up of the fourth day, many of the defenders had been slain, and a new addition to the battle had taken control. Mounted on his jet-black stallion with an army of undead warriors at his disposal, all mounted on their own skeletal mares.
In one hand, a scythe with a midnight blade; stained and reeking of cold blood, decapitating all those who would stand again him, in the other hand, an ord of smoke twirled, as if battling a great wind.
With the palace's mighty warriors fallen, word of the king came, which ordered all those able to be fitted with a sword, and basic leather armour.
Jym was among them.
Having never held a sword before, he was deathly afraid of the reality which had befallen him...