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| ===== Balore ===== | ===== Balore ===== | ||
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| ^Name| Balore | | ^Name| Balore | | ||
| ^Race| Goliath | | ^Race| Goliath | | ||
| - | ^Gender| | + | ^Gender| |
| ^Nationality| [[faction: | ^Nationality| [[faction: | ||
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| ^Alignment| Chaotic | | ^Alignment| Chaotic | | ||
| ^Languages| Common\\ Giant\\ Elven ((Doesn' | ^Languages| Common\\ Giant\\ Elven ((Doesn' | ||
| - | ^Affiliations| [[location: | + | ^Affiliations| [[location: |
| ^Faith|??? | ^Faith|??? | ||
| ^Profession| Laborer \\ Volunteer Worker | | ^Profession| Laborer \\ Volunteer Worker | | ||
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| ^Height:| 190cm \ 6.5ft | | ^Height:| 190cm \ 6.5ft | | ||
| ^Weight:| 130kg \ 289ibs | ^Weight:| 130kg \ 289ibs | ||
| - | ^Complexion: | + | ^Complexion: |
| ^Eyes:| Faded Blue | | ^Eyes:| Faded Blue | | ||
| ^Hair:| Black | | ^Hair:| Black | | ||
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| A ferocious fighter awakened from barbaric rage and monastic training to tap into his inner spirit. A violent but controlled thirst for battle has lingered from his tribal teaching and vow to avenge those fallen from terrible events. | A ferocious fighter awakened from barbaric rage and monastic training to tap into his inner spirit. A violent but controlled thirst for battle has lingered from his tribal teaching and vow to avenge those fallen from terrible events. | ||
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| + | The requested payment for Quill’s services to the // | ||
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| + | The information was less of directions to his monastery but rather directions to the one Balore was chasing. | ||
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| + | Balore and Quill end up in | ||
| + | the land of //Griaca// a nation of Ostrov, Where they meet up with //Silky// and her sister //Ozrelia// | ||
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| + | They stay for a few days as they gather supplies ready for the long journey. Balore looking to get to the Monk monistary to find his missing “friend” | ||
| ===== Story ===== | ===== Story ===== | ||
| - | From the Mountain | + | **From the Mountain** |
| Born into a reclusive Goliath tribe in the mountains, Balore learned early on that life wasn't easy and only is fit for those who can survive. This came to light when after returning from a solo hunting trip, the village was completely destroyed. Eerie, black flames were still burning and strewn about with what was left of the huts reduced to ash. There was something unnerving about the flames, it wasn't hot like fire. It was a sensation that even at a distance made Balore cold all over. | Born into a reclusive Goliath tribe in the mountains, Balore learned early on that life wasn't easy and only is fit for those who can survive. This came to light when after returning from a solo hunting trip, the village was completely destroyed. Eerie, black flames were still burning and strewn about with what was left of the huts reduced to ash. There was something unnerving about the flames, it wasn't hot like fire. It was a sensation that even at a distance made Balore cold all over. | ||
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| Suprisingly for Balore, he awoke up that same tree. He had a cold towel on his forehead and a hefty backpack behind him for a headrest. Taking a look around, he could see that same doctor preparing food off to the side. That doctor' | Suprisingly for Balore, he awoke up that same tree. He had a cold towel on his forehead and a hefty backpack behind him for a headrest. Taking a look around, he could see that same doctor preparing food off to the side. That doctor' | ||
| - | To the Monastery | + | **To the Monastery** |
| The monastery in question is a cliffside temple situated over a magnificent ocean view and surrounding township that served as home for many fishermen and farmers. Upon entering the wide open courtyard of the monastery, Balore took in the sight of what were monks in group training. They danced and flourish in movements and strikes that seemed bizarre to him. Yet they were sharp and accurate as if they were calculated, not savage attacks thrown with reckless abandon. It tranced him. | The monastery in question is a cliffside temple situated over a magnificent ocean view and surrounding township that served as home for many fishermen and farmers. Upon entering the wide open courtyard of the monastery, Balore took in the sight of what were monks in group training. They danced and flourish in movements and strikes that seemed bizarre to him. Yet they were sharp and accurate as if they were calculated, not savage attacks thrown with reckless abandon. It tranced him. | ||
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| Balore, knowing well that he has no place left to go or leads to follow, accepts Uda's offer. Plus, knowing that there could possible be a way to get stronger while finding out who or what that black flame is was enough to convince him. He now became a student of the monastery. | Balore, knowing well that he has no place left to go or leads to follow, accepts Uda's offer. Plus, knowing that there could possible be a way to get stronger while finding out who or what that black flame is was enough to convince him. He now became a student of the monastery. | ||
| - | Give... | + | **Give...** |
| Four years had past since Balore was at the monastery. He had developed and trained in martial arts with the different monks that give his a unique, brawling fighting style. While many see it as uncouth, it was deadly effective. It could be seen as his goliath heritage shinning through, with big and telegraphed strikes. But Balore backs it up by being deceptively quick in transitioning and movement. He was also starting to learn under a sect in the temple of ' | Four years had past since Balore was at the monastery. He had developed and trained in martial arts with the different monks that give his a unique, brawling fighting style. While many see it as uncouth, it was deadly effective. It could be seen as his goliath heritage shinning through, with big and telegraphed strikes. But Balore backs it up by being deceptively quick in transitioning and movement. He was also starting to learn under a sect in the temple of ' | ||
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| So far, everything seems to be working out well for Balore. Just not knowing more about that black flame is what knaws at his mind. Thinking back to the cold feeling he had back at the village. The devastation. | So far, everything seems to be working out well for Balore. Just not knowing more about that black flame is what knaws at his mind. Thinking back to the cold feeling he had back at the village. The devastation. | ||
| - | ...and take | + | **...and take** |
| Early one morning, Balore awoke from his slumber in the temple feeling... cold. That same cold feeling years ago. Rushing to awake, Balore darts through corridors of the temple trying to locate where that feeling is coming from. He only needed to step into the main courtyard to see it. Giant black flames engulfing the sides of the monastery, working its way around courtyard. With a heap of rubble and debris towards the library. In the courtyard though, there were four figures. | Early one morning, Balore awoke from his slumber in the temple feeling... cold. That same cold feeling years ago. Rushing to awake, Balore darts through corridors of the temple trying to locate where that feeling is coming from. He only needed to step into the main courtyard to see it. Giant black flames engulfing the sides of the monastery, working its way around courtyard. With a heap of rubble and debris towards the library. In the courtyard though, there were four figures. | ||
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| An almost monsterous scream erupts from Balore. A shriek almost parelled to a violet beast in a rage. It's as loud for whoever is down below at the village to hear clearly. As he screamed to the heavens, out flashed two flaming arm brandish from his shoulders. His eyes glazed over in a bright orange hue that dimmed out what blue was left. And a faint orange aura exudes around him, puslating like a slow heartbeat. He could only see the hatred back. But it wasn't ferocious or primal like the warriors at his tribe. No, this one felt tamed. This one was a savagery tamed but hell-bent on seeking out its prey. It was as if the unruley nature of a monster and the cognition of a higher power lended strength in this moment to awaken Balore to his Astral Self. A passionate fire that burns bright to quell the darkness that is around him. All Balore could remember after that awakening was slowly slipping out of consciousness, | An almost monsterous scream erupts from Balore. A shriek almost parelled to a violet beast in a rage. It's as loud for whoever is down below at the village to hear clearly. As he screamed to the heavens, out flashed two flaming arm brandish from his shoulders. His eyes glazed over in a bright orange hue that dimmed out what blue was left. And a faint orange aura exudes around him, puslating like a slow heartbeat. He could only see the hatred back. But it wasn't ferocious or primal like the warriors at his tribe. No, this one felt tamed. This one was a savagery tamed but hell-bent on seeking out its prey. It was as if the unruley nature of a monster and the cognition of a higher power lended strength in this moment to awaken Balore to his Astral Self. A passionate fire that burns bright to quell the darkness that is around him. All Balore could remember after that awakening was slowly slipping out of consciousness, | ||
| - | Journey | + | **Journey** |
| The monastery is in ruins. Most of if not all of the facilities are destroyed. All the literature and history gone. Some people were thankfully able to make it out that morning, others weren' | The monastery is in ruins. Most of if not all of the facilities are destroyed. All the literature and history gone. Some people were thankfully able to make it out that morning, others weren' | ||
| Kiah is adapting to her new life being blind. She's adapting so well she can almost function as if with regular sight. It's made her training just as hard, which she insist she needs to do incase anything happens to the village during this time. She is currently being house with Dan and his family during this time, which Dan tries to hide his excitement having a monk stay with him. He's going to bite off more than he can chew wishing for this. | Kiah is adapting to her new life being blind. She's adapting so well she can almost function as if with regular sight. It's made her training just as hard, which she insist she needs to do incase anything happens to the village during this time. She is currently being house with Dan and his family during this time, which Dan tries to hide his excitement having a monk stay with him. He's going to bite off more than he can chew wishing for this. | ||
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| Clutching a loose, torn bit of cloth from Master Uda's garb, Balore wraps it around his waist sash. Forever having his master' | Clutching a loose, torn bit of cloth from Master Uda's garb, Balore wraps it around his waist sash. Forever having his master' | ||
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