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RP History of my character, part one.
Well, I've got mine ready, but it's too long .. so I'll post it in two posts, kay? Comments on it are appreciated. 
Brief History of Regnir Emulov Tesd'nah, Orc.
Very little is known of Regnir's past. Being an Orc, his memory is not very effective, and not many people knew of him until he decided to make himself known. He grew up on the island of the Forest Kingdom, separated from the society of the island. Probably raised by a nomadic Orcish group, he grew up to be a tough fighter, but was also very religious and prayed to the Orc God Balor often. He eventually became a Shaman of the Kingdom, a strong warrior priest. Through time, though, he began to become discontent with some others within the Kingdom, particularly his Orc Representative, who was not one to treat him well. After some time passed, Regnir's anger erupted, and he left the Kingdom, storming through the underground maze, slaying anything that drew near. He was no longer of the Forest.
Arriving finally at Graal Island, he felt refreshed by the warm sunlight. He wanted to start anew, and to seek out a better life. In wanting to break all bonds with the Forest, he threw down his enchanted Mace of Balor, and tore off his armour, seeking out the Altar of Brigid, Balor's divine enemy. Worshipping Brigid, the enemy of the Orc God, would finally and completely cut him off from his unpleasant past.
Upon arriving at the altar, Regnir bowed down and beseeched Brigid for belonging, and a better life. He frowned, thinking Brigid had ignored him. He stood, and prepared to walk away, disappointed. Just as he lifted his heel from the foot of the altar, he felt a sudden paralysis. Stunned both physically and mentally, he attempted to figure out what was happening. He feared that Balor was going to punish him for leaving him, but then as soon as it came, the thought vanished from his mind, and he felt total calm. His vision began to darken, and the last thing he saw before fading out was the most beautiful creature imaginable...
Waking up, Regnir tried to figure what had happened. He felt different, somehow. Looking upward, he saw the blanket of night look back to him. He gazed at the glow of the stars, and sighed. He felt that Brigid had let him down. He got back up, and began walking towards the nearby town of Tarnathia.
After a brief walk, the town, slightly lit, came into view. He headed towards the first lit building. He knocked on the door, and there was no answer. Impatient, he opened the door, unlocked, and walked in to find a large shop. In the back, a woman was placing some books on the tables. She wore a long red kimono robe, and a deep blue pointed hat. Regnir walked towards her, tired and slightly dazed. Hearing his footsteps, she glanced towards his way, smiling. Regnir seemed confused. Humans thought of Orcs as disgusting stupid beasts... ...why was she smiling at him, an Orc?
"Good evening, sir! A bit late for shopping, don't you think so?" She laughed softly, her eyes bright.
"Whaa .. what? Me .. ehrf .." Regnir grumbled, trying to speak, but it felt as though something was stopping him, making even a lone syllable a strain to get out. His vision began to blur, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
He woke up to the sound of a chirping bird flying by the window. What had happened? Where was he? He wanted to know what was going on. He opened his eyes, and found himself in a large, comfortable bed. His ragged clothes were hung over a nearby chair, and he was in some sort of robe. The robe was a creamy sort of white, and very smooth. It was a very light material, but Regnir was not cold. He was covered in a thick quilt, sewn with strange characters, some of which resembled familiar objects from the forest. Puzzled, confused, and even somewhat frightened, he jumped out of the bed and threw off the robe. He grabbed his clothes, hastily dressed, and walked towards the closed door of the bedroom. Right as he was about to open the door to exit, it flung open, hitting his head. He fell to the ground, grumbling loudly. As he hit the ground, he heard a shattering of glass and the clang of metal. He hopped up, opened the door fully, and saw on the ground the remnants of a meal. Surrounding the food was the broken glass and scattered silverware. Next to the mess sat the woman from the night before. She laughed, and looked into Regnir's eyes. No one had ever looked into his eyes. He was shocked, and took a step back.
"Are you all right? I didn't realize you were already up. I'm so sorry for hitting you!" She had begun to put the dropped breakfast back onto the reflective metal tray she had carried it on. Regnir knelt down, offering help. She nodded appreciatively. He picked up some of the silverware, and then realized something. His hands... ...they were not green! What had happened? He leaned over and looked into the tray, still mostly empty. He gasped upon seeing his face. He didn't even look like an Orc anymore. His ears were rounded, his eyes a shade of brown, his skin a light colour. He began to shake, frightened. What was happening to him? He was an Orc, not a human! Why did he look like one? He looked over to the woman, and spoke. "What .. what go... ...what is going on?" he shook again, and covered his mouth. What had he just said? That didn't sound like him.
"Well, you wandered into my shop last night, I suppose you've forgotten? Anyway, I took you back to my home right away. The well-being of another is much more important than money, of course! I've only one bed here, but you seemed to need it much more than did I! I hope you slept well?"
Regnir, still kneeling, stared at her. He phased out a bit, and tried to figure out why she made no reference to the fact that he was an Orc. Well, yes, was. Something had happened to change that fact.
"Why .. am I a human?" Regnir continued to stare at her, his vision becoming slurred by tears amassing in his eyes.
"Well, silly, I'd guess that's how you were born! Hey, don't cry. It's okay, this wasn't expensive dishware anyway!" She smiled at him yet again.
"This is not right... ...I am not supposed to be this!" Regnir bent over, his hands on the floor. He roared and jumped up. "I am not supposed to be a human!" he screamed.
"Whatever do you mean? Don't be silly! The gods don't make mistakes! You are meant to be what you are."
The word slapped him in the face. Gods. Why hadn't he figured this before? It began to come back to him. He had forgotten last night, but now it was all rushing back to his memory. Brigid .. could she have done this? Was this her way of improving his life?
"I understand it now. Thank you. I will finish with helping you clean, but then I must leave." He still was surprised at the way words flowed out of his mouth like a stream off a snowy peak. Now calm, he smiled to her. She looked at him, confused.
"Are you sure? Where will you go?" She seemed concerned.
"I will... ...find a place to stay. I've already caused enough trouble here."
"No, you've caused no trouble! In fact, I'm glad you came along. I love meeting new people, even if the circumstances are rather strange!" She began to smile.
"Oh... ...well, I guess that... ...to be honest, I don't have anywhere to go. Could you help me... ...find someplace to stay?" He lowered his head, ashamed to ask for even more from her.
"Yes! You're in luck, actually! I don't actually live here, this place is owned by my brother. I just visit every few months to see how things are on Graal Isle. I actually live within the Kingdom of Bakugun. Maybe I can find a place for you there! That is, unless your loyalties lie with another kingdom."
At hearing this, Regnir grunted. His loyalties were with no kingdom anymore. "I can go. I'm a wanderer, my loyalties lay only with myself." The woman smiled. |
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08-31-2002, 05:51 PM
You can find me on GK as Daitoku Tesd'nah Regnir (Bakugun). 
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