Post by poopymcwordsmith on Dec 20, 2012 23:16:58 GMT -5
Player Name:PoopyMcWordsmith
Character Name:Stodge Nugget
Gender:Male
Age:24.3
Race:Dwarf
Class:None (Fighter)
Level: 1
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Deity: Himself (He's not really, but thinks he is)
Appearance: Stodge is a Dwarf, and as such, he has much of the same features that all dwarfs have. Yes, hair comes out his ears, his face is round, his body is also round and tubby. All of these traits can be found in most if not all dwarfs. However, he also has some unique features and those he prefers to highlight and accentuate to his advantage.
Stodge is a male dwarf, and while it can often be difficult to tell male dwarfs from female dwarfs, he makes sure there is no such difficulty with him. He prefers to wear tight clothing that very obviously shows off his masculine form. He goes into excess to be immodest so there is no doubt he is male. He does this because as a dwarf he thinks he's already fairly attractive to most races. Throw in his very obvious masculine body, and he often leaves women gagging uncontrollably and willing to flee as quickly as they can at just a glance. A very useful skill when he's at a gay pride parade.
Stodge has short, rusty green, curly hair that he usually wears however the hell he feels like. This is mostly done for the same reason he has for wearing tight clothes. He just doesn't want there to be any doubt that he's a male. So yes, his hair is a bit shorter than normal, and he takes great care to keep it lice-y, greasy and course.
He has light, sunken, milky eyes that can either seem creepy and stalker-ish or make you feel dirty and need a wash. There's no doubt he's highly un-intelligent if you can stand to glance at his eyes. They just seem to be brimming with tears and cluttered thoughts. It's amazing how much a person's eyes can say, and his are no different. A slight narrowing of them can tell you that he's about to be flatulent or an arched eyebrow can tell you that he wasn't expecting quite that much for a rotting monkey pelt.
There's really only one other facet to Stodge's unique appearance. Everything else about him is obvious dwarfish traits that he hasn't bothered to change, but if you look at him, (and not instantly feel like vomiting), you probably won't be thinking average male dwarf. Part of this is because of the large bulge down the right side of his trouser leg. The bulge starts where you would expect it to and meanders down past his thigh, curls around his kneecap and ends around his calf muscle almost near his ankle. To be honest, he doesn't even know where it came from or how to use it. He assumes it came from his fathers side of the family. All he knows for certain is that he was found in the (all male) brothel with a hangover and awoke in the care of a pimp. Of course, he could have the bulge removed by magical means, but he prefers to keep it. If his "good" looks and charisma fail him, he can always intimidate people.
Equipment: Tight pants, ale barrel, sack of eclectic stuff he's collected over the years.
Weapons: Knuckle Duster; 1D8+1; CRITICAL;x2 RANGE5ft P/S/B?P/B
Armour/Shield: Studded Leather pants (tight), Studded Leather coat ARMOUR/SHIELD;+6 BONUS;+2 MAX DEX; 14-16 None
Personality:
Stodge is very much an extrovert, contrary to what people wish. Being extroverted does not automatically make you likeable however a fact he doesn't quite understand. It just means that you tend to do things before you think about them. In his case, Stodge doesn't so much think about anything for as much as a second before he jumps enthusiastically into whatever reality his deranged mind has concocted for him.
He can be very warm and sticky when he doesn't bathe, bathing happens usually only towards his birthday and that's only because of the very unique laws that have been rushed through his village. He has no friends or family except his 'imaginary' friend (who is actually real, but doesn't like to be seen around him in public). Towards strangers and especially enemies, he can seem to be downright friendly and welcoming, though he will always deny that he's 'good'. The world around him is full of hidden meaning and possibilities, which are always overlooked in favour of whatever his hyperactive brain is sweeping him towards. Stodge himself is very open about himself, often telling anybody what he ate that night or what sexual conquest he'd just completed whether they want to hear it or not, often gesticulating and using hand movements to 'get the message across'.
He's a very disorderly Dwarf. Everything has a proper time and place, usually now and wherever. For something to be done elsewhere, it would likely not be done as overenthusiastic as possible. This tends to make him happy because he takes things as they come and usually leaves them when he's bored with whatever imagined venture life has thrown him. So yes, he can be air headed and uncaring simply because he was strongly dropped on his head as a child. If you're unfortunate enough to be roped into one of his plans you'd better just RUN! Do you want to go agains a dwarf who will have no qualms about removing his clothing and beating you with his improvised weapon?? The only thing in his life that is orderly is his journal, which is full of well written poetry and anecdotes of which he will jot down in very brief periods of lucidity.
Stodge is very protective of his insect leg collection, which could be construed as a parallel for his addled mind. He'll only share whatever is in his surface thoughts but instinctually knows when he's about to share the location of his beloved leg collection and shuts the hell up. If someone were to mess up his collection by doing something to it, they will reap disaster and devastation. Because aside from his diary, the only thing he can keep his mind on is revenge and the odd ways he can ruin somebody's day.
History:
Stodge was born in a small village north of Kilzanoth. He very rarely ever left the village during his childhood, The main deity of the village is unknown as it's statue was pulled down many hundreds of years ago. As such most of the villagers were very narrow minded in many different ways. and they often tried to pass laws on change so as to intellectually imprison younger generations. Stodge was actually apprenticed to a dirt farmer. It didn't go well.
Shortly after a mutual agreement between Stodge and the dirt farmer to conduct his personality elsewhere he tried to pick pockets but found intimidation worked much better than his groping grabbers ever could at such a delicate excersize. He always believe himself a god, and soon found his faith in himself growing immeasurably the more he did whatever the hell he wanted. Finally he gathered up his nerve and asked himself what he could do to make the world a better place. The voice in his head told him that chaos would set the world free. He went out to find some suitable clothing, and it took a few weeks, in the end he had do sit in mostly meditative states to get the pants on. (which he hasn't actually taken off since then). His destiny was revealed to him and he knew he would readily take on whatever the voices in his head told him to do. And the voices wanted him to be a tool of chaos. And so the very next day he went on his mission and left the alleyway he grew up in to become an avatar of general annoyance.
For many days, Stodge trained and studied at the corner of cheapside and will streets. There were many street urchins there, though they were usually for different masters. Still Stodge learned a lot in his time there, like how to fight without blacking out, how to deal with swindlers and thrift stall holders and most importantly how to make the things he did as chaotic as possible. After several long minutes of study he returned to chumbucked alley.
Over the next few days, life became very busy for Stodge. In-between travelling alleyways and roof nooks trying to pry people from their possessions, he met another dwarf fell in love and got it on. His partner was a figment of his imagination and they traveled together for many days until they had their first argument. Stodge had no choice but to scream at him in the middle of the street while onlookers hastily moved away from him and boarded their windows. of couse he didn't care and tried not to show it too muchl. Maybe he could have invented another friend? and so he did. and there were 3 dwarfs roaming the streets of the village and his mind.
Shortly after the incarnation of the fourth friend, Stodge decided it wouldn't be so bad if he completely lost his mind and grip on the fine tether of reality that was holding him in his village for so long. He decided to travel far away from home. For a long while he went about the country side heading south burning small patches of grass in rude shapes and constantly avoiding a rather annoying elf that followed him around everywhere he went, though he was sure to be very careful that she did not see him. He thought about his imaginary friends but no longer felt the need to lump his discorded reality onto their shoulder and actually felt much lighter carrying his disjointed crazyness around on his own.
During one of his escapades he found the elf that was following him and attached her with garbled speech and pounding fists. He felt elated to finally have rid of the ugly creature. The only redeeming feature he noted while pummelling her face was the scar that ran down the right side of her face. After his knuckles were sufficiently bruised, he got up and left her to die and for the first time felt truly happy with himself.
Shortly after returning home, Stodge started feeling clear headed. He was easier to understand and often found his thoughts drifting towards surprisingly intelligent places. He also started using some of his more rational thoughts a lot more than he usually would. At first, he thought he might be sane again as that can do weird things to a man. He wasn't though, and only with concerted efforts on his part to lock away his rational and sane thoughts in his journal he continued to be a social pariah in his village. eventually, things became so wonderfully chaotic (after burning down the tavern and slaughtering every sheep with a rusty spoon). that the townspeople turned on him and tried to drive him from the village. Being chaotic did this, but while his growing hatred of people welcomed the exile the voices told him that without them he couldn't continue to use his unique (at best annoying, and at worst, blindly enraging) abilities. The realization however came too late and he was banished.
In an effort to reclaim the hovel that was his home he travelled far and wide learning how to be annoying without the unfortunate side effect of being expelled from establishments and smaller villages. During his travels he came upon the elf he had almost beaten to death and almost was discovered but jumped into the bushes to the side of the road before he was noticed. While he had surprised her while she was sleeping he could not take the chance the she would recognise him. And besides there was another man following her.
In more recent times, Stodge has had to set aside his wondering ways and attempt to go home. It seems that not too many people recognise him now. (his tight pants give him away mostly), but as long as he stays under the radar he can continue his tightrope walk on the knifes edge that is his mind.
Character Name:Stodge Nugget
Gender:Male
Age:24.3
Race:Dwarf
Class:None (Fighter)
Level: 1
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Deity: Himself (He's not really, but thinks he is)
Appearance: Stodge is a Dwarf, and as such, he has much of the same features that all dwarfs have. Yes, hair comes out his ears, his face is round, his body is also round and tubby. All of these traits can be found in most if not all dwarfs. However, he also has some unique features and those he prefers to highlight and accentuate to his advantage.
Stodge is a male dwarf, and while it can often be difficult to tell male dwarfs from female dwarfs, he makes sure there is no such difficulty with him. He prefers to wear tight clothing that very obviously shows off his masculine form. He goes into excess to be immodest so there is no doubt he is male. He does this because as a dwarf he thinks he's already fairly attractive to most races. Throw in his very obvious masculine body, and he often leaves women gagging uncontrollably and willing to flee as quickly as they can at just a glance. A very useful skill when he's at a gay pride parade.
Stodge has short, rusty green, curly hair that he usually wears however the hell he feels like. This is mostly done for the same reason he has for wearing tight clothes. He just doesn't want there to be any doubt that he's a male. So yes, his hair is a bit shorter than normal, and he takes great care to keep it lice-y, greasy and course.
He has light, sunken, milky eyes that can either seem creepy and stalker-ish or make you feel dirty and need a wash. There's no doubt he's highly un-intelligent if you can stand to glance at his eyes. They just seem to be brimming with tears and cluttered thoughts. It's amazing how much a person's eyes can say, and his are no different. A slight narrowing of them can tell you that he's about to be flatulent or an arched eyebrow can tell you that he wasn't expecting quite that much for a rotting monkey pelt.
There's really only one other facet to Stodge's unique appearance. Everything else about him is obvious dwarfish traits that he hasn't bothered to change, but if you look at him, (and not instantly feel like vomiting), you probably won't be thinking average male dwarf. Part of this is because of the large bulge down the right side of his trouser leg. The bulge starts where you would expect it to and meanders down past his thigh, curls around his kneecap and ends around his calf muscle almost near his ankle. To be honest, he doesn't even know where it came from or how to use it. He assumes it came from his fathers side of the family. All he knows for certain is that he was found in the (all male) brothel with a hangover and awoke in the care of a pimp. Of course, he could have the bulge removed by magical means, but he prefers to keep it. If his "good" looks and charisma fail him, he can always intimidate people.
Equipment: Tight pants, ale barrel, sack of eclectic stuff he's collected over the years.
Weapons: Knuckle Duster; 1D8+1; CRITICAL;x2 RANGE5ft P/S/B?P/B
Armour/Shield: Studded Leather pants (tight), Studded Leather coat ARMOUR/SHIELD;+6 BONUS;+2 MAX DEX; 14-16 None
Personality:
Stodge is very much an extrovert, contrary to what people wish. Being extroverted does not automatically make you likeable however a fact he doesn't quite understand. It just means that you tend to do things before you think about them. In his case, Stodge doesn't so much think about anything for as much as a second before he jumps enthusiastically into whatever reality his deranged mind has concocted for him.
He can be very warm and sticky when he doesn't bathe, bathing happens usually only towards his birthday and that's only because of the very unique laws that have been rushed through his village. He has no friends or family except his 'imaginary' friend (who is actually real, but doesn't like to be seen around him in public). Towards strangers and especially enemies, he can seem to be downright friendly and welcoming, though he will always deny that he's 'good'. The world around him is full of hidden meaning and possibilities, which are always overlooked in favour of whatever his hyperactive brain is sweeping him towards. Stodge himself is very open about himself, often telling anybody what he ate that night or what sexual conquest he'd just completed whether they want to hear it or not, often gesticulating and using hand movements to 'get the message across'.
He's a very disorderly Dwarf. Everything has a proper time and place, usually now and wherever. For something to be done elsewhere, it would likely not be done as overenthusiastic as possible. This tends to make him happy because he takes things as they come and usually leaves them when he's bored with whatever imagined venture life has thrown him. So yes, he can be air headed and uncaring simply because he was strongly dropped on his head as a child. If you're unfortunate enough to be roped into one of his plans you'd better just RUN! Do you want to go agains a dwarf who will have no qualms about removing his clothing and beating you with his improvised weapon?? The only thing in his life that is orderly is his journal, which is full of well written poetry and anecdotes of which he will jot down in very brief periods of lucidity.
Stodge is very protective of his insect leg collection, which could be construed as a parallel for his addled mind. He'll only share whatever is in his surface thoughts but instinctually knows when he's about to share the location of his beloved leg collection and shuts the hell up. If someone were to mess up his collection by doing something to it, they will reap disaster and devastation. Because aside from his diary, the only thing he can keep his mind on is revenge and the odd ways he can ruin somebody's day.
History:
Stodge was born in a small village north of Kilzanoth. He very rarely ever left the village during his childhood, The main deity of the village is unknown as it's statue was pulled down many hundreds of years ago. As such most of the villagers were very narrow minded in many different ways. and they often tried to pass laws on change so as to intellectually imprison younger generations. Stodge was actually apprenticed to a dirt farmer. It didn't go well.
Shortly after a mutual agreement between Stodge and the dirt farmer to conduct his personality elsewhere he tried to pick pockets but found intimidation worked much better than his groping grabbers ever could at such a delicate excersize. He always believe himself a god, and soon found his faith in himself growing immeasurably the more he did whatever the hell he wanted. Finally he gathered up his nerve and asked himself what he could do to make the world a better place. The voice in his head told him that chaos would set the world free. He went out to find some suitable clothing, and it took a few weeks, in the end he had do sit in mostly meditative states to get the pants on. (which he hasn't actually taken off since then). His destiny was revealed to him and he knew he would readily take on whatever the voices in his head told him to do. And the voices wanted him to be a tool of chaos. And so the very next day he went on his mission and left the alleyway he grew up in to become an avatar of general annoyance.
For many days, Stodge trained and studied at the corner of cheapside and will streets. There were many street urchins there, though they were usually for different masters. Still Stodge learned a lot in his time there, like how to fight without blacking out, how to deal with swindlers and thrift stall holders and most importantly how to make the things he did as chaotic as possible. After several long minutes of study he returned to chumbucked alley.
Over the next few days, life became very busy for Stodge. In-between travelling alleyways and roof nooks trying to pry people from their possessions, he met another dwarf fell in love and got it on. His partner was a figment of his imagination and they traveled together for many days until they had their first argument. Stodge had no choice but to scream at him in the middle of the street while onlookers hastily moved away from him and boarded their windows. of couse he didn't care and tried not to show it too muchl. Maybe he could have invented another friend? and so he did. and there were 3 dwarfs roaming the streets of the village and his mind.
Shortly after the incarnation of the fourth friend, Stodge decided it wouldn't be so bad if he completely lost his mind and grip on the fine tether of reality that was holding him in his village for so long. He decided to travel far away from home. For a long while he went about the country side heading south burning small patches of grass in rude shapes and constantly avoiding a rather annoying elf that followed him around everywhere he went, though he was sure to be very careful that she did not see him. He thought about his imaginary friends but no longer felt the need to lump his discorded reality onto their shoulder and actually felt much lighter carrying his disjointed crazyness around on his own.
During one of his escapades he found the elf that was following him and attached her with garbled speech and pounding fists. He felt elated to finally have rid of the ugly creature. The only redeeming feature he noted while pummelling her face was the scar that ran down the right side of her face. After his knuckles were sufficiently bruised, he got up and left her to die and for the first time felt truly happy with himself.
Shortly after returning home, Stodge started feeling clear headed. He was easier to understand and often found his thoughts drifting towards surprisingly intelligent places. He also started using some of his more rational thoughts a lot more than he usually would. At first, he thought he might be sane again as that can do weird things to a man. He wasn't though, and only with concerted efforts on his part to lock away his rational and sane thoughts in his journal he continued to be a social pariah in his village. eventually, things became so wonderfully chaotic (after burning down the tavern and slaughtering every sheep with a rusty spoon). that the townspeople turned on him and tried to drive him from the village. Being chaotic did this, but while his growing hatred of people welcomed the exile the voices told him that without them he couldn't continue to use his unique (at best annoying, and at worst, blindly enraging) abilities. The realization however came too late and he was banished.
In an effort to reclaim the hovel that was his home he travelled far and wide learning how to be annoying without the unfortunate side effect of being expelled from establishments and smaller villages. During his travels he came upon the elf he had almost beaten to death and almost was discovered but jumped into the bushes to the side of the road before he was noticed. While he had surprised her while she was sleeping he could not take the chance the she would recognise him. And besides there was another man following her.
In more recent times, Stodge has had to set aside his wondering ways and attempt to go home. It seems that not too many people recognise him now. (his tight pants give him away mostly), but as long as he stays under the radar he can continue his tightrope walk on the knifes edge that is his mind.