Character Name: Zanthul
Titles: The Grisly
Nationality: From whence doth thou hail? Isengard What is your character's subrace? Large-breed Uruk-hai
Home: Where does your character live when he isn't traveling and killing good guys? He wanders about.
Occupation: Title and position of your character, or what does your character does for a living. Farmer, Traveler, Soldier, Blacksmith, what? Zanthul the Grisly is a soldier, but after his troops' annihilation, he wages a guerrilla war on the forces of light.
Weapons of Choice: Segmented weapons (Suchs as flails or whips)
Starting Weapon: A small, iron flail
Possessions: Things you own besides your weapon. Like a horse (you can start with one if you want to), a dog. A crow, a canteen, and a knapsack of dead people's fingers for food.
Military Skills: What skills does your character have with weapons and combat? Anything strategic? Anything like brute force? Anything like a fighting style? Any leadership experience? Perhaps he's well trained in how to move a group through the woods unnoticed? That'd be cool. Unorthodox fighting methods. Such as (when it helps) throwing his only weapon at someone and attacking with fists to catch them off guard....
Other Skills: What skills does your character have that are not combat oriented? Cooking? Sewing? Horse-lore? Animal training? Herb-lore? Healing? Poison making? Whatever they can do, tell us here. Poison-craft and can run long distances without tiring (if that is a skill...)
Languages: What languages does your character speak? Rohirric, Westron, Silvan, Sindarin, Quenyan, Dwarvish, Entish? The Language of Mordor
Psychological Description: How your character thinks and acts, their personality in a nutshell. Try to make it descriptive and more than just "a friendly lone-wolf who doesn't always obey authority." Zanthul is a psychological catastrophe. If it should be done, he will most likely do the opposite. For example, killing the baby instead of saving it. Or saving it, giving it to it's mother and then ripping the mother's head off and letting the baby drown in her blood. (Wow. That was sick...)
Physical Description: What does your character look like? Remember to take Race into consideration. Elves are slightly taller than men and more slim. Dwarves and Hobbits are short. Etc. Be sure to include the height, build, eye-color, hair-color, clothing, and just the overall general appearance of your character. A large, muscular build, Zanthul stands at about 6'3" and weighs 275 (none of it fat). He has yellow eyes, and has been shaven of hair so none can use that against him in combat. He is very dirty, and has a tattoo of a dead elf on the end of a spear on his left forearm. He smells of dying..... something....
History: What has happened in your character's life from birth up until now? He was born in a mud-pit in Isengard. He was a part of the group that had captured Pippin and Meriodac. When his group was being destroyed by Rohirrim, he saw the odds were stacked against them and snuck away unnoticed. He returned later (after Aragorn and his friends had passed) and gathered limbs of the dead for food. He then wandered around til he found his way back to Isengard. He was told that his creator was dead by a crow who had learned to write in the dirt in the tongue of Mordor. Zanthul let the crow join him and be his personal spy. He found a small flail and decided to fight the war and help slay the forces of good. After a pair of days, he noticed he was being followed by a small goblin. He confronted the goblin, who wanted to join him in killing Lightwalkers. Zanthul declined tht graious offer and smote (lol) the goblin to the ground with one blow. He gutted the goblin and covered his own body with the blood of the fallen. Dicing the fingers for food, he bathed himself in the goblins blood and then rolled in mud. Being satisfied with the outcome and the smell that surrounded him, he continued his quest. His quest to kill.
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Darkness was in the air, clouds gathering and prohesying the oncoming storm. Not only one of rain, but one of blood. A loud CAW sounded in the air above the travelers, a sign of nearby death and a dark forboding of wicked deeds. Zanthul almost chuckled. The look on the face of the child when it happened was laughable. The sheer horror of seeing a giant, blood-soaked orc coming from the foilage was almost too much for him. And when the mother noticed, the terror only multiplied.
The sound of a crescendo shriek sliced the air and pierced into the ears of the other travelers and was suddenly silenced by a down-swinging flail. The blood-curdling THWACK awoke the men to brandish their swords in a vain attempt to save their families. One by one, they all fell til there was one left until Zanthul threw his flail at one of the two remaining humans and lept onto the shocked creature and stopped his assault when he recognized the sound of an arrow being strung. He grabbed the old man up and swirled around, brandishing the bloody, crying man as a shield. The young, inexperienced man at the other end of the arrow was weeping, but a determination-set jaw warned Zanthul that the juvenile was serious.
Zanthul said in a rasping screech,"What do you think you are going to do with that bow, kid? Kill me? You have to kill the old man to get to me."
The concerned-looking man shook his head violently,"Do it, son."
A hoarse, wicked, grumbling sound that was supposed to be laughter shredded throuh the air. Shaking his filthy head, Zanthul looked the boy in the eye, a slight sneer on his demonized face saying,"Yeah, boy. Go ahead. Kill your father. You want to be a murderer?"
Confusion contorted the child's face and, as his father opened his mouth to speak, he let fly the arrow, piercing his fathers chest. However, the arrow landed between Zanthul's arm and his torso. Acting dead, he fell to the ground with the father in a jumbled heap. The boy stumbled over, dropping his bow to mourn his father. A spray of blood later, it was all over. Slowly, Zanthul tore fingers from hands and placed them in his sack, cursing with every body part.
1) He's FAR too large for an Uruk. They were smaller than men in almost all cases.
2) He cannot have been born in Isengard if he's 27.
Those are the only two I have a problem with right now.