Wikvaya
May 6, 2010 16:48:20 GMT -5
Post by Wikvaya on May 6, 2010 16:48:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Wikvaya
Other name: The Far Traveler, Guttermane, Collector of Things.
Race:: Werecat
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: A secret area none know of.
Age: 232
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 21
Eyes: Blue and Cat-like.
Hair: Dark blue, long, and unruly.
Weight: 157 lbs in Human Form.
Height: 5'8'' in Human Form.
Magic User: No (Will edit if this is proven wrong)
Preferred Weapon(s): He uses two chain whips (longer than in pic) he received from the dark skinned tribes. He is also very proficient in hand to hand combat.
Personality:
Wikvaya is... different. Not a oh-my-god-run-for-he-is-scary weird, more of a so-you've-come-to-make-me-not-understand-you weird. Like many werecats and normal cats, Wikvaya will do as he pleases. His particular interest is traveling and collecting objects of various cultures. This is what earned him the nickname The Far Traveler. He also enjoys helping humans and other such creatures, though maybe not so out of his own good spirit but more of relishing their bewilderment as they try to decipher his sayings. He likes confusing people, and his speech emulates it. He speaks in riddles and sayings that are for the sole purpose of confusing people or making them think he is a scoundrel, as he is.
However, he is not entirely without compassion. He'll willingly help those in need, as well as riders with acceptably important destinies. He'll also help.... people who scratch him behind the ears. His ears are his weak spots, and he loves it when people scratch them.
Appearance:
In his Human Form, Wikvaya is a lanky teen with cat eyes and a feral smile. His build is slightly muscular with tanned skin and a slightly feminine face. Blue, unruly hair... blue, cat eyes... Anyone who meets him will immediately identify him for what he is.
However, what truly defines him are the enormous array of objects he adorns in human form. From talismans on his neck to rings on his finger, he collects anything he can get. A few examples of this are the feather of a bird unique to Du Weldenvarden he found and tied to his hair, his dagger, and a pair of golden Feldunost horns he stole from the Dwarves. In battle, he uses the horns in addition to a matching dwarven armament of great power and beauty. It is a brightsteel fleece (meaning individual links of the brightsteel are knitted together) dyed gold. Wearing this makes his normally vulnerable body area nearly impenetrable. For this prize, however, he has earned the eternal hatred of the dwarves. It was widely renown as the greatest dwarven creation, aside from Isildar Mithrim, and he didn't get it on good terms. In fact, he stole it. For clothing he wears only a belt and black pants, the belt having numerous pouches containing various treasures.
His cat form is rather unremarkable compared to his human form. Brown, slightly long hair, two jutting fangs, and pointed ears are all he really has to offer, other than a slight mane, flecked with dirt to earn him the name Guttermane.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
-Collecting
-Inciting people
-Confusing people
-Getting scratched behind ears
-Dwarves
-Elves
-Humans
-Even Urgals
-Traveling
Dislikes:
-Getting wet
-People commenting on his hat
-People commenting on anything he does, really
-Anything Empire related (the people are just obnoxious)
-Shades (Ew.)
-Arrogance
Strengths:
-Intelligence
-Flexibility
-Agility
-Analytical
Weakness:
-Fear of water
-Not very strong
-Usually not belligerent, never really fighting unless extremely provoked
Family: None
Not-So-Brief History:
Not much is known about Wikvaya's history. Like all werecats, he keeps to himself. Though one of the knowledge monks he met, [[from Terim]]was very interested in learning the secrets of the werecat, and was able to wrestle a few answers from Wikvaya's enigmatic tongue.
He came from, but was not born in, Du Weldenvarden, the western edge. He walks the earth because he needs to, and collects trinkets likewise. This particularly phased the monk, and he pestered Wikvaya many times to tell him why he feels he needs to, but a sly smile was his only answer, maybe a few words after it. The monk concluded that every werecat has something that they need or even want to do.
That's what Wikvaya's something is. And that's what he does.
Anything extra: Don't comment, touch, or even look at the hat. He doesn't like it. DON'T!
Password: Did I do it right? Dx Tis confuzzling
Other name: The Far Traveler, Guttermane, Collector of Things.
Race:: Werecat
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: A secret area none know of.
Age: 232
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 21
Eyes: Blue and Cat-like.
Hair: Dark blue, long, and unruly.
Weight: 157 lbs in Human Form.
Height: 5'8'' in Human Form.
Magic User: No (Will edit if this is proven wrong)
Preferred Weapon(s): He uses two chain whips (longer than in pic) he received from the dark skinned tribes. He is also very proficient in hand to hand combat.
Personality:
Wikvaya is... different. Not a oh-my-god-run-for-he-is-scary weird, more of a so-you've-come-to-make-me-not-understand-you weird. Like many werecats and normal cats, Wikvaya will do as he pleases. His particular interest is traveling and collecting objects of various cultures. This is what earned him the nickname The Far Traveler. He also enjoys helping humans and other such creatures, though maybe not so out of his own good spirit but more of relishing their bewilderment as they try to decipher his sayings. He likes confusing people, and his speech emulates it. He speaks in riddles and sayings that are for the sole purpose of confusing people or making them think he is a scoundrel, as he is.
However, he is not entirely without compassion. He'll willingly help those in need, as well as riders with acceptably important destinies. He'll also help.... people who scratch him behind the ears. His ears are his weak spots, and he loves it when people scratch them.
Appearance:
In his Human Form, Wikvaya is a lanky teen with cat eyes and a feral smile. His build is slightly muscular with tanned skin and a slightly feminine face. Blue, unruly hair... blue, cat eyes... Anyone who meets him will immediately identify him for what he is.
However, what truly defines him are the enormous array of objects he adorns in human form. From talismans on his neck to rings on his finger, he collects anything he can get. A few examples of this are the feather of a bird unique to Du Weldenvarden he found and tied to his hair, his dagger, and a pair of golden Feldunost horns he stole from the Dwarves. In battle, he uses the horns in addition to a matching dwarven armament of great power and beauty. It is a brightsteel fleece (meaning individual links of the brightsteel are knitted together) dyed gold. Wearing this makes his normally vulnerable body area nearly impenetrable. For this prize, however, he has earned the eternal hatred of the dwarves. It was widely renown as the greatest dwarven creation, aside from Isildar Mithrim, and he didn't get it on good terms. In fact, he stole it. For clothing he wears only a belt and black pants, the belt having numerous pouches containing various treasures.
His cat form is rather unremarkable compared to his human form. Brown, slightly long hair, two jutting fangs, and pointed ears are all he really has to offer, other than a slight mane, flecked with dirt to earn him the name Guttermane.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
-Collecting
-Inciting people
-Confusing people
-Getting scratched behind ears
-Dwarves
-Elves
-Humans
-Even Urgals
-Traveling
Dislikes:
-Getting wet
-People commenting on his hat
-People commenting on anything he does, really
-Anything Empire related (the people are just obnoxious)
-Shades (Ew.)
-Arrogance
Strengths:
-Intelligence
-Flexibility
-Agility
-Analytical
Weakness:
-Fear of water
-Not very strong
-Usually not belligerent, never really fighting unless extremely provoked
Family: None
Not-So-Brief History:
Not much is known about Wikvaya's history. Like all werecats, he keeps to himself. Though one of the knowledge monks he met, [[from Terim]]was very interested in learning the secrets of the werecat, and was able to wrestle a few answers from Wikvaya's enigmatic tongue.
He came from, but was not born in, Du Weldenvarden, the western edge. He walks the earth because he needs to, and collects trinkets likewise. This particularly phased the monk, and he pestered Wikvaya many times to tell him why he feels he needs to, but a sly smile was his only answer, maybe a few words after it. The monk concluded that every werecat has something that they need or even want to do.
That's what Wikvaya's something is. And that's what he does.
Anything extra: Don't comment, touch, or even look at the hat. He doesn't like it. DON'T!
Password: Did I do it right? Dx Tis confuzzling
