Introduction: Ox is a 31 year old red Dragonborn Fighter/Sorcerer. He has swore an oath to forever serve the ‘Chain of Acheron’, a deadly mercenary company. He’s dependable, loyal to the Chain’s cause and is extremely protective of the Chain’s members. He has served the Chain ever since the Battle at the Tower of Death, being recruited after his sister died in search of a family...a new family. Ox never liked revealing weaknesses and made it a habit to keep his mouth shut, unless an officer needs help...or worst. He’s no hero, he’s a soldier and he’s fully aware of that. That does not mean that his servitude shall go unfulfilled. Especially when the Chain is looking for such a noble cause...to kill a usurper.
Physical Appearance and Gear: Ox is a 7’0 ft(2.13 meters) 31 year old bright red Dragonborn with black scleras and red eye color. His snout is long, and he has draconic horns emerging from his forehead, in addition to have scales on his chin that Boots calls a ‘Scleard’, due to it looking like a beard made from scales. His neck is fairly bright, beige in color, and his eyes are fairly narrow. His build is wide and strong, featuring broad shoulders and strong biceps. His plate mail is fine, colored black and red with the insignia of the Chain on the armor’s chest piece(The insignia should be at the mood board, a longsword locked in chains). On his hip is a finely made longsword, it’s handle colored red. He also bears a necklace with the chain’s insignia on it. His gauntlets are accommodating for his natural claws, featuring sharp long nails.
Personality: Ox has maintained his way of staying silent ever since he was 13, joining the Chain at that time. The loss of his sister impacts him, but in himself he thinks it was for the better. He serves the Chain with unwavering loyalty, never once disobeying orders, and is always protective of other chain members, often stepping in front of them to supply, in mechanical terms, cover as he is a big meat-shield. He knows the art of magic and mastered it with the help of Nails, his previous(now deceased) senior officer, and is now protective of the rest of the junior officer cast. Alongside Two-Shoes and Angel he’s one to command the junior officer cast, with great charisma and loyalty.
Background: The tanned human bard named Boots went up to the abandoned candle shop that the Chain deems theirs now. The Junior officers, the lesser of the officer reside there up in the previous workshop that is now nothing but old wax and smell of burning nicotine due to Roach’s cigarette. The red Dragonborn named Ox was keeping watch on the door as the human opened it. He greeted him with a fair hail, which Ox didn’t respond to. Boots didn’t come up here only to hail Ox, however, he had an incentive. ‘Soldier,’ Boots called to Ox’s direction. He stared at Boots waiting for a response. The bard didn’t say anything for a while, but came through with a gesture to take this talk outside the room. Ox went through the tiny doorway that he had to almost crouch through, and closed the door behind him. He then raised a brow and Boots started to talk. “You’re needed...Urgently. A fight to be had on the pellet...we need our best men...we need you. Call Roach and Two-Shoes...we need all the help we can get.” Ox nodded as Boots went down to speak with the rest of the Senior officers. Ox opened the door to the quarters and stuck his head through. The rest of the cast looked at him wondering what happened with Boots. For the first time in a while, he spoke. “We’re needed.” He said, closing the door behind him.
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Submitted September 27, 2019 at 04:50PM by SoneoneOnTheInternet https://ift.tt/2nPyj2t
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