Post by Goboroh on Sept 7, 2013 9:23:57 GMT -8
Name: Goboroh
Age: 55
Class: Bear Taguel (Polar Bear, Level 15)
Appearance: Goboroh is simply massive, weighing well over two hundred pounds, and towers over men and even most bears. While he appears relatively hairless from a distance, upon closer inspection, one finds that his body is covered in fine, white hair, almost invisible to the eye. His hair is surprisingly well groomed and is held in place by hardened tree sap. Goboroh, being from the wild, wears little more than loincloth and a necklace made from the claws of his father.
Personality: Goboroh is a jovial, caring man, whose face is rarely lacking a smile. He is a simple man who enjoys the simple things in life and is very patient and slow to anger. However, those that anger him beware. There is nothing more terrifying than an enraged polar bear. Though he reveres all life, he is most respectful of dragons, who he refers to as the original Taguel. He also enjoys the company of humans, who he sees as Taguel who never found their true form. What Goboroh wants most in life is for everyone to be at peace and enjoy life.
Backstory: Goboroh was born in the untamed wilds of the north on the coldest day of winter. His mother was told that he wouldn't last the night, but she only seemed amused by the thought. She knew that no winter cold could kill off this child. From the day he was born, she could feel the energy and strength that her child possessed and when he did, in fact, survive the night, she knew nothing would ever kill this child. From the day he first opened his eyes, Goboroh was constantly smiling. It seemed that nothing could ever dampen his spirits. He was a favorite among the small village he lived in and from the moment he could form sentences was mediating people's problems. Impressed by his skills, everyone expected him to follow in his father's footsteps and become one of the village councilors. However, he shocked everyone when, upon reaching the end of his adolescence, he decided to become a watchman and guard the village from the barbarians that were common in the area. No one seemed to know why he had chosen such a violent position. Sure he had grown very large and muscular, but Goboroh was peaceful. He had never hurt anyone in his life. However, they would all come to see his reasoning when the next bandit raid happened.
At the time, Goboroh had been the only watchman on duty when he had spotted several men charging the village, weapons drawn. His persistent smile had grown and he had ran out towards them, meeting them half-way. Taking them head on, he tackled the first man, disarming him as they fell. The taguel grabbed the discared weapon and broke it over his knee. Another of the men charged Goboroh, weapon held high, only to find himself face down in the snow, his broken axe placed upon his back. The other three men stared at him in terror. Who was this giant who could snap swords across his knee. Goboroh let out a boisterous laugh and said to them. "This is peaceful village. We do no fight here. Go. Begone." The attackers had taken their chance and fled with their lives. Over the years, Goboroh fought off many attacks in this way, sometimes even convincing one of the attackers to settle down in their village. However, his friendliness would be his village's downfall.
There was one tribe of bandits who, due to this friendly giant, had fallen upon hard times. Attacking the village had been their main source of food and now they were starving. Their leader devised a cunning strategy to get past Goboroh's defense. They posed as bandits looking for a new way of life and Goboroh, never expecting deception, allowed them into the village, once inside, they began murdering the villagers and looting their homes. Hearing the commotion, Goboroh rushed back into the village to find the bandit leader murdering his mother. Before he could do anything, his father, now in bear form and in full overdrive, lunged at the bandit leader and tore him to pieces. Goboroh pulled his father off of the man and came face to face with a nightmare. His father, torn apart by grief and anger and ravaged by the effects of the overdrive, had gone feral. A small fight broke out between the two, but Goboroh, who had always been the stronger of the two, came out on top. In that moment, he made the hardest decision of his life. Though, to him, all life was sacred, feral taguel knew nothing but violence and death. For the first time in his life, the smile faded from his face and, as a tear rolled down his cheek, he snapped his father's neck. Taking a claw from each of his paws, he fashioned them into a necklace to remind what had happened and departed from the village. His life there had ended and now he would make a new life somewhere else in the world.
Age: 55
Class: Bear Taguel (Polar Bear, Level 15)
Appearance: Goboroh is simply massive, weighing well over two hundred pounds, and towers over men and even most bears. While he appears relatively hairless from a distance, upon closer inspection, one finds that his body is covered in fine, white hair, almost invisible to the eye. His hair is surprisingly well groomed and is held in place by hardened tree sap. Goboroh, being from the wild, wears little more than loincloth and a necklace made from the claws of his father.
Personality: Goboroh is a jovial, caring man, whose face is rarely lacking a smile. He is a simple man who enjoys the simple things in life and is very patient and slow to anger. However, those that anger him beware. There is nothing more terrifying than an enraged polar bear. Though he reveres all life, he is most respectful of dragons, who he refers to as the original Taguel. He also enjoys the company of humans, who he sees as Taguel who never found their true form. What Goboroh wants most in life is for everyone to be at peace and enjoy life.
Backstory: Goboroh was born in the untamed wilds of the north on the coldest day of winter. His mother was told that he wouldn't last the night, but she only seemed amused by the thought. She knew that no winter cold could kill off this child. From the day he was born, she could feel the energy and strength that her child possessed and when he did, in fact, survive the night, she knew nothing would ever kill this child. From the day he first opened his eyes, Goboroh was constantly smiling. It seemed that nothing could ever dampen his spirits. He was a favorite among the small village he lived in and from the moment he could form sentences was mediating people's problems. Impressed by his skills, everyone expected him to follow in his father's footsteps and become one of the village councilors. However, he shocked everyone when, upon reaching the end of his adolescence, he decided to become a watchman and guard the village from the barbarians that were common in the area. No one seemed to know why he had chosen such a violent position. Sure he had grown very large and muscular, but Goboroh was peaceful. He had never hurt anyone in his life. However, they would all come to see his reasoning when the next bandit raid happened.
At the time, Goboroh had been the only watchman on duty when he had spotted several men charging the village, weapons drawn. His persistent smile had grown and he had ran out towards them, meeting them half-way. Taking them head on, he tackled the first man, disarming him as they fell. The taguel grabbed the discared weapon and broke it over his knee. Another of the men charged Goboroh, weapon held high, only to find himself face down in the snow, his broken axe placed upon his back. The other three men stared at him in terror. Who was this giant who could snap swords across his knee. Goboroh let out a boisterous laugh and said to them. "This is peaceful village. We do no fight here. Go. Begone." The attackers had taken their chance and fled with their lives. Over the years, Goboroh fought off many attacks in this way, sometimes even convincing one of the attackers to settle down in their village. However, his friendliness would be his village's downfall.
There was one tribe of bandits who, due to this friendly giant, had fallen upon hard times. Attacking the village had been their main source of food and now they were starving. Their leader devised a cunning strategy to get past Goboroh's defense. They posed as bandits looking for a new way of life and Goboroh, never expecting deception, allowed them into the village, once inside, they began murdering the villagers and looting their homes. Hearing the commotion, Goboroh rushed back into the village to find the bandit leader murdering his mother. Before he could do anything, his father, now in bear form and in full overdrive, lunged at the bandit leader and tore him to pieces. Goboroh pulled his father off of the man and came face to face with a nightmare. His father, torn apart by grief and anger and ravaged by the effects of the overdrive, had gone feral. A small fight broke out between the two, but Goboroh, who had always been the stronger of the two, came out on top. In that moment, he made the hardest decision of his life. Though, to him, all life was sacred, feral taguel knew nothing but violence and death. For the first time in his life, the smile faded from his face and, as a tear rolled down his cheek, he snapped his father's neck. Taking a claw from each of his paws, he fashioned them into a necklace to remind what had happened and departed from the village. His life there had ended and now he would make a new life somewhere else in the world.
