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Topic Started: Jan 3 2009, 01:19 AM (5,056 Views)
Dremore	Mar 22 2011, 02:51 PM Post #136
Ice bear judges you. Posts: 90 Group: Blackpitter Member #7,393 Joined: March 21, 2011	Name: Dremi Brand: http://img98.imageshack.us/i/brandthing.jpg/ Physical Appearance: Typical female dark elf who is tall, slender and pale toned. Has jet-black wild hair which she uses to cover a half chewed off ear after a skaven slave trade turned rather grim. The bones she collected from after the mishap now adorn her clothes and hair, and serve as a warning to those who cross her. Personality: Prefers to greet with a cold analytical glare and is always assuming the worst in people. She has been known to relax her glare on winged and feathered beasts however, and oddly enough seems to take companionship in the variety that goes “Quack”. History: From a young age, Dremi appeared to show an aptitude for communicating with beasts and bending them to her will. After being sent to Karond Kar to hone her skills under a master, she began her new life as a beastmaster. From then on she found herself learning to command majestic and powerful beasts such as manticores and cold ones, subjecting them through cruel and relentless training regimes that would ensure her domination over them. Of course, her day to day schedule did not just involve beasts; she also took pleasure in her part in the slave market. After taking up an offer from her master with a reward she couldn't refuse, Dremi set out to collect a group of skaven captives from a skaven trader in the area. The trade however was far from smooth. It wasn't until she had begun her trek back to Karond Kar that the skaven jumped her from behind, squeaking violently as he tried to tear whatever flesh he could sink his little fangs into. The attack was only brief as Dremi countered as she would to an unruly beast; a slow pain-filled death. Rummaging through the ratman's belongings, she discovered a clan crest branded into the skaven's chest, and a parchment map detailing directions to the rat's home. The Hellpit. Still in thought as she handed over the slaves to her master, she packed swiftly and lightly and left her home in search of this mysterious Hellpit, excited by the prospect of power she could wield in the area. Comments: Erm.. Hi. I tend to ramble on a bit so please let me know if I'm doing something wrong, bit of a newbie here.
	Everyone else is doing one so why not.. Totally not my laaaaaab....


Gilead	Mar 29 2011, 10:26 PM Post #137
Packmaster Posts: 3 Group: Throtlings Member #7,395 Joined: March 29, 2011	Name: Nether Shade Brand: A White Hollow Traingle, Flames continually burst out from the middle of the traingle Physical Appearance: A male human, tall and has an average build. Has hair thats extremly long and is white as snow plus it emits a purple and black aura. He Never wears upper clothing so his enemys and allies alike can stare in fear of the many of scars that cover his body. His eyes glow red as a bloodish aura follows were he moves. His Teeth are all sharp like spike. He wears torn black pants that look like they've been through many, many battles. His feet are wrapped in white cloth that only shows his heels and his toes. He wears darkesh silver guantlets that go up to his elbows with purple torn cloth underneath, the tips of the fingers are extremly sharp, the back of the hands bear his brand, alot of the time the guantlets are mistaken for the claws of some beast unknown. Personality: His mood is never readable but the presence of anger is allways lingering by when he is near. When he speaks you can hear a darker and deeper voice repeating his everyword. When he looks at you it feels like he is staring at your very soul, when he stares it feels like your gut is spilling out onto the floor in front of you completly speachless. He is usually travelling allone and doesnt work well with others, but when he has to he will. He is a very greedy person when it comes to power and would kill countless villages in order to attain it. Nether Shade feels no remorse and never shows mercy to anyone. History: A long time ago an evil being became a god of the nether realms, this being's name was Shadengraw. Shadengraw came across many other gods with evil and or good intents for the realms they ruled, some were much more powerful in everyway then Shadengraw was and this made him furious and he began to become jealous of them all. The two strongest gods were the gods of "Inprisonment" and "Creation". Shadengraw began to sceam and confronted these two gods and created and item that would completly consume any life force and allow the user to steal the powers of the lifeforce. One day Shadengraw vanished along with this item. Day after day, month after month a god would go missing leaving there realms unatended to and each realm would plumet into chaos and anarcy. The gods of "Inprisonment" and "Creation" gathered together and waited intisipating Shadengraws return to their realm. When Shadengraw appeared his very presence had enough power to crush the weaker gods while they stood. Shadengraw drunk with power slowly steped, foot by foot closer to the last remaining gods that shook and trembled in fear. As Shadengraw finally was in arms length of the remaining gos they laughed and said one word; "Fool" sudenly the floor beneath Shadengraw burtsed into flames and soon the flames took shape of a cage surrounding Shadengraw."The Work of the greatest impresenment gods. Impresive." Again somthing came from the grounds beneath Shadengraw, this time it was a body, a human body. Still the remaining gods laughed and spoke "You Shall Be imprisoned in this body." Little did the gods realize Shadengraw was in possesion of a pair of guantlets that allowed him to use some of his god like strength. Soon after all the gods had died including Shadengraws original Godly Body. Now all that remains is the body that he had been placed inside. He wakes one day in some outskirts unable to use his powers until he trained his body to beable to handle the massive amount of power residing inside of him. Comments: "The Day I Become Complete You Shall All Burn In The Realm Of Nether"



Morkskittar	Mar 30 2011, 02:37 AM Post #138
Yay! My Rat Ogre! ^_^ Posts: 9,134 Group: Outskirter Member #1 Joined: April 6, 2006	Welcome to both of you. Pillz
	Novels Written and For Sale: List UE Pub Fight Deaths: 334. Pillz and Pyllz are © by Morkskittar Dark Lord Nihilus Regarding Me: "You're the love child of Vishnu and Pegasus." Stop Geen Toegang! / Complete Works of Morkskittar / Ask a Skaven! 'zodi


Deleted User	May 5 2011, 11:42 AM Post #139
Deleted User	Name: OptionalMoss Brand: Crossed Halberds with a Skull in the middle wearing an Olive Leaf Crown Physical Appearance: Human (Kislevite - Heavily Bearded, bushy moustache and chubby, with rosy red cheeks (drinks)) Personality: Overly Joyful "Drinks for everyone!" History: Raised in Kislev, living in a tavern which his parents owned, grew up with alcohol and as such loves his drink, but can handle it well. Doesnt mind the cold, but hates it when its too warm. Loves to eat and generally me merry. Gained the "Most Merry Man" award in his home town for 20 years running. Plays as St Nickoliath in the annual winter vesterval each year and has an affection for Reindeer... pies. He has been known to hug bears too and was nicknamed "Big Bear" by his family and friends. Comments: I'm ready to start! Welcome -Glod goes off to prepare lab Edited by Glod-Unbaraki, May 5 2011, 09:36 PM.
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Deleted User	May 10 2011, 04:01 PM Post #140
Deleted User	Name:Vulkan Firebeard Brand:A rearing Bull Appearance:A chaos Dwarf with immense physical prowess. Tusks jut from his upper lip, and his hair is Charcoal Black History:Formerly of the Deamonsmith Priesthood of Hashut, Vulkan was on a slave raid, when he was attacked, and captured by Skaven. Taken to hell Pit, Vulkan broke free, and set up life as a moulder, he is frequently seen praying to Hashut, and enjoys making sacrifices to his god. Howdy Edited by Glod-Unbaraki, May 12 2011, 08:39 PM.
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Morkskittar	May 21 2011, 12:20 AM Post #141
Yay! My Rat Ogre! ^_^ Posts: 9,134 Group: Outskirter Member #1 Joined: April 6, 2006	Name: H. P. Morkraft Brand: Elder Sign Physical Appearance: Extremely well-groomed and with a keen - if constantly fearful - look in his eyes, H. P Morkraft constantly wears a long, black, meticulously clean coat. He has no visible tail, and a lone tentacle comes out of the base of his neck, much resembling what some man-things call a "tie." Personality: H. P. Morkraft is extremely calm and extremely careful in everything he does, with a personality bordering on manic OCD. He is always clean, and some say that dirt itself shies away from him. Despite this, he is remarkably savage when he needs to be, and generally polite to those who treat him even with the slightest bit of respect. He has an extremely vivid imagination and is very eloquent, and it is rumoured that the terrible nightmares he suffers inspire the creations of his hideous and disturbing creations. History: No-rat knows from whence or where H. P. Morkraft came - perhaps not even himself. He arrived with enough wealth to get himself a laboratory in Hell Pit and purchase himself some needed supplies, and has since his arrival spent all of his time bringing the "horrors of [his] imagination to terrible, dreadful life." He revels in the terrible art of Mouldering, and seems to be plotting something terrible in the future... Comments: The forum looks so empty without all the extra Packlord stuff. Coming in next turn!
	Novels Written and For Sale: List UE Pub Fight Deaths: 334. Pillz and Pyllz are © by Morkskittar Dark Lord Nihilus Regarding Me: "You're the love child of Vishnu and Pegasus." Stop Geen Toegang! / Complete Works of Morkskittar / Ask a Skaven! 'zodi


Marrow	Jun 15 2011, 09:50 PM Post #142
Packmaster Posts: 2 Group: Throtlings Member #7,400 Joined: June 15, 2011	Name: Squee Brand: A wedge of cheese, only mildly nibbled Physical Appearance: True to his name, Squee is insignificant, a surprise, barely noticed before its gone. Miniscule, even by Skaven standards, his albino paws wrapped in dirty bandages and his snout covered by burns and singed fur, Squee is as much an accidental menace to the world as he is a danger to himself. Personality: One part “genius” diluted in two parts “bad ideas”… wait, he just poked what in the eye? The one in the breeding pit with all the tentacles and the neurotoxic membranes?!? Make that one part “luck” diluted in three parts “inevitable natural selection”. History: Some would say that it was man, who seated in the prime of his power and drunk upon his treacherous ego, gave creation to the Skaven through his misdeeds. Others were fond of a more logical approach, theorizing that the Skaven were mutated rats that had acquired a degree of sentience. But Squee knew the truth, had always known the truth. It all began with cheese, round and delicious and only slightly green at the edges. There were big cheeses, and little cheeses, and ones that smelt like farts but didn’t taste like farts at all. There were even metaphorical ones, though why anyone would want imaginary cheese, Squee knew not. Maybe it was about power, or maybe just other people didn’t like having empty bellies; Squee didn’t like having an empty belly. It was why he had crawled his way through the muck, the slime, and other things decidedly not made of cheese (though some had been edible and tasted like cheese if he closed his eyes and used his imagination really really hard). The details hadn’t been important, never were important- unless they were things like don’t stick your snout into the muzzle of a sparking warpgun or that pulling another’s tail is always a good idea, except when they are in the bathroom or are on the slicey table and all opened up (now that had been an interesting life lesson)- only his quest for ever greater cheese had been or would ever be important to little ol’ Squee. Comments: Just don't cut the cheese.



Cortex	Jun 27 2011, 02:39 AM Post #143
Packmaster Posts: 2 Group: Throtlings Member #7,401 Joined: June 27, 2011	Name: Wrack Van Der Klaw Brand: a Saurian skull crossed over a kukri Appearance: A tall, well-built youngish Skaven with blond fur and several impressive scars. He favors simple clothes and a broad saurian skin belt that holds his whip and skinning knife. His pack master and gun bearer Silent, who carries his 4-bore Saurian gun, always accompanies him. Personality: Cautious and levelheaded, Wrack is still rather awed by Hellpit, unlike most Skaven he understands the need to “play the game” before he can achieve the success he deserves. Wrack is quite aware that he doesn’t fit in with the more metropolitan members of clan Moulder, and will try to build bridges wherever he can, this leads some of the Skaven he deals with to conclude he’s stupid, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Wrack will be honest in his dealings whenever possible, but Horned Rat help any who attempt to cheat him. History: Wrack was born in one of Moulder’s colonies in the new world, on the outskirts of the Skaven civilization. He grew up shooting Salamanders out of the slave pens and Saurians out of the fields. When Wrack came of age he sold what he could, packed up the rest and made the long journey to the old world.



*Glod-Unbaraki*	Jun 27 2011, 03:45 AM Post #144
The Lord Glod Posts: 1,218 Group: Packlord Member #7,308 Joined: March 6, 2009	Sorry Cortex, Moulder Pitfighters is going offline shortly to get ready for the new season. Feel free to sign up then and join the rabble. -Glod. Sign-ups Closed.
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