Overview
Name: Vyaaris "Hol" Silverrange (Hol is Orcish for thin)
Species: Human
Age: 29
Height: 6'2
Weight: 187 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Skin: Black
Occupation: Warrior
Place of Birth: Vel Anir
Affiliation: Small Orcish Tribe
Home: Vel Anir
Appearance
Standing tall at 6'2, Vyaaris can be described as a tall lanky individual. His hair is dreaded, and reaches all the way down to his mid back. His skin is dark, with thin red orcish tattoo lines that stretch from along the sides of his outer face towards down the middle of his face. He has no noticeable muscles, however, aside from his dark skin and high cheek bones, his one noticeable feature is his dark emerald green eyes.
As for garments, Vyaaris is usually seen wearing a black shirt, a decorative red leather jacket, a rich red leather belt accompanied with an orcish sword in hilt, a pair of black cotton pants, and a pair of lightweight leather boots. He also always wears his orcish religious neck piece. Its made mostly bamboo and beads, while also blessed with Orcish spirits that provide blessings to the warrior wearing it.
Skills and Abilities
Vyaaris, spending a considerable amount of time with a Orcish tribe, pick up the ability to speak not only trade language, but the language of the Orcs too. However, due to, Vyaaris being human, he lacks the tusks that Orcs are born with, thus has some trouble using the language. Understanding and writing the language is no problem.
Taught how to fight and hunt by the Orcs, he can hold his own against wild animals and such, but he still has a long way to go before becoming recognized as a true warrior.
Personality
Before coming into contact with the Orcs, Vyaaris was a quiet young boy. Never speaking out of turn, always keeping to himself. He never really was a handful, until he returned Vel Anir reborn. Vyaaris, tends to now speak his mind, telling it how it is from his point of view. Backing down from insults and threats is not an option.
Just like his second family, he too cares for the land in a sense. Needless killing of wild life and overhunting tends to bother him somewhat.
Vyaaris is however not a bad person, he has manners, still is respectful to his peers, and has learned how to appreciate life.
Biography & Lore
Vyaaris Silverrange was born to a merchant family, a pretty all off one at that. His fate was to carry the family business to a higher perch than other before him. Ever since he was 5 years old, he would always accompany either his mother or father outside of the grand city on trips to conduct business. However, one fateful day, he, and his family were attacked by mercenary bandits in search for a score. If it weren't for the armed escort, the Silverrange family would have been killed off that day. But they did escape, however, one was left behind out of the chaos, Vyaaris Silverrange.
Lost, hungry, and only nine, Vyraaris was left to die. He was only left with the clothes on his back, and the nails on his finger tips to defend himself. Eventually, the he'd reach near the end, now surrounded by a pack of wolves. Managing to fend himself off only for a bit, the doomed boy managed to gain the attention of a herd of orcs nearby. With the Orcs viciously killing the wolves, and harvesting their meat, the nomadic tribe hesitantly took in the starving thin child and came to a consensus to aid the boy until he came of age; they felt the boy earned that much, for fending of a pack of hungry wolves. And thus, he was named Hol, the orcish word for thin.
Along the years that had passed, Vyaaris learned the ways of the Orc. How to hunt, how to cook, how to fend for oneself, and especially not to take shit from on one. Vyaaris even learned the language of the Orcs, a useful skill that would come in handy in future. He even received a facial tattoo for helping the tribe capture a massive but quick wild boar to eat, all by himself. They were a proud nomadic tribe indeed, so true to their ways. However, it was their ways that also brought somewhat of an unease within the tribe. upon turning twenty five, and coming of age, he was now cast out the nomdic tribe of orcs, never to return. The reasoning being that he was human, a human from Vel Anir. Casted out, and given a ceremonially orcish neck piece as a friendly gesture. The nomads left him to wander back to Vel Anir.
Eventually, with his new found skills he managed to make it all the way back to Vel Anir. Rejoining his still grieving family. Hol's story after that, well, it was only just beginning...
References
(link your roleplays here when you start writing)
Name: Vyaaris "Hol" Silverrange (Hol is Orcish for thin)
Species: Human
Age: 29
Height: 6'2
Weight: 187 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Skin: Black
Occupation: Warrior
Place of Birth: Vel Anir
Affiliation: Small Orcish Tribe
Home: Vel Anir
Appearance
Standing tall at 6'2, Vyaaris can be described as a tall lanky individual. His hair is dreaded, and reaches all the way down to his mid back. His skin is dark, with thin red orcish tattoo lines that stretch from along the sides of his outer face towards down the middle of his face. He has no noticeable muscles, however, aside from his dark skin and high cheek bones, his one noticeable feature is his dark emerald green eyes.
As for garments, Vyaaris is usually seen wearing a black shirt, a decorative red leather jacket, a rich red leather belt accompanied with an orcish sword in hilt, a pair of black cotton pants, and a pair of lightweight leather boots. He also always wears his orcish religious neck piece. Its made mostly bamboo and beads, while also blessed with Orcish spirits that provide blessings to the warrior wearing it.
Skills and Abilities
Vyaaris, spending a considerable amount of time with a Orcish tribe, pick up the ability to speak not only trade language, but the language of the Orcs too. However, due to, Vyaaris being human, he lacks the tusks that Orcs are born with, thus has some trouble using the language. Understanding and writing the language is no problem.
Taught how to fight and hunt by the Orcs, he can hold his own against wild animals and such, but he still has a long way to go before becoming recognized as a true warrior.
Personality
Before coming into contact with the Orcs, Vyaaris was a quiet young boy. Never speaking out of turn, always keeping to himself. He never really was a handful, until he returned Vel Anir reborn. Vyaaris, tends to now speak his mind, telling it how it is from his point of view. Backing down from insults and threats is not an option.
Just like his second family, he too cares for the land in a sense. Needless killing of wild life and overhunting tends to bother him somewhat.
Vyaaris is however not a bad person, he has manners, still is respectful to his peers, and has learned how to appreciate life.
Biography & Lore
Vyaaris Silverrange was born to a merchant family, a pretty all off one at that. His fate was to carry the family business to a higher perch than other before him. Ever since he was 5 years old, he would always accompany either his mother or father outside of the grand city on trips to conduct business. However, one fateful day, he, and his family were attacked by mercenary bandits in search for a score. If it weren't for the armed escort, the Silverrange family would have been killed off that day. But they did escape, however, one was left behind out of the chaos, Vyaaris Silverrange.
Lost, hungry, and only nine, Vyraaris was left to die. He was only left with the clothes on his back, and the nails on his finger tips to defend himself. Eventually, the he'd reach near the end, now surrounded by a pack of wolves. Managing to fend himself off only for a bit, the doomed boy managed to gain the attention of a herd of orcs nearby. With the Orcs viciously killing the wolves, and harvesting their meat, the nomadic tribe hesitantly took in the starving thin child and came to a consensus to aid the boy until he came of age; they felt the boy earned that much, for fending of a pack of hungry wolves. And thus, he was named Hol, the orcish word for thin.
Along the years that had passed, Vyaaris learned the ways of the Orc. How to hunt, how to cook, how to fend for oneself, and especially not to take shit from on one. Vyaaris even learned the language of the Orcs, a useful skill that would come in handy in future. He even received a facial tattoo for helping the tribe capture a massive but quick wild boar to eat, all by himself. They were a proud nomadic tribe indeed, so true to their ways. However, it was their ways that also brought somewhat of an unease within the tribe. upon turning twenty five, and coming of age, he was now cast out the nomdic tribe of orcs, never to return. The reasoning being that he was human, a human from Vel Anir. Casted out, and given a ceremonially orcish neck piece as a friendly gesture. The nomads left him to wander back to Vel Anir.
Eventually, with his new found skills he managed to make it all the way back to Vel Anir. Rejoining his still grieving family. Hol's story after that, well, it was only just beginning...
References
(link your roleplays here when you start writing)
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