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OOC I need someone to play a TRAINER, Mistress or master that wants to train up a Fighter and make lots of money =)
A Young Barbarian has been captured, he is from a Rare and nearly extinct race of Barbarians Called Pyrose
Pyrose are notoriously savage people.... and none has yet been recorded to ever been in captured until now... He has lots of potential and could possibly be a very good investment.... He is a trained warrior and very dangerous. The greatest challenge will not be getting him to fight, it will be getting him to do what he is told.
It is believed, long ago that a berserker fell in love with a dragon, creating a warped aggressive people, with an undying warrior spirit and fighting instinct. The blood the courses through their viens, common in dragons, Is a scalding liquid fire, giving them the name Pyrose, meaning fire.
They are bred from warriors, not from men that stay silent to avoid conflict. Sadly, that is why nearly extinct...
( .. -----Little known facts: Being a Pyro his blood will be like a wonderous delicacy any who could afford such rare and dangerous luxery - His blood will enhance the drinker's senses, Strength, and any powers they may have for a brief period lasting as long as day or so before fading---- HOWEVER his blood will burn Extremely Badly IF they get in their eyes or skin...----) A pyro's scalding Hot blood makes up who they are, it makes them aggressive and warlike. There Blood line is a dominant one and so if they mate with any creature, his offspring will be Pyro. So it is possible to breed his kind for profit... however Pyrose instinctively mate with only One female in their life mate and sometimes not all if the environment is not right... so this may pose as a problem, to any chances of investing into his blood line...
I would like some one that likes being descriptive and that a has a big imagination.
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IC
Loclov had barely turned twenty and he had travelled far from his homeland, he was barbarian, and in his society once the young warriors have become men they where sent out on an 4 year quest into the outer world to prove their bravery, fortitude and to test their training.
Loclov had short unruly Black hair, Intense Yellow eyes
chizzaled cheek bones and unshaven chin, his large hands were ruff, callused and scared, and his ears- mangled up from fighting but not distasteful. But despite this he was very attractive in a ruff sort of way.
He was armed hand and foot with a cutless accross his shoulders and a duel edged sword at his waist and was in a big dark green trench coat made of sea kelp, and Home-made decripid looking sack cloth shirt , frayed and faded blue trousers, held up by a tasseled rope with beads.
The pyro was moving through the forests, it was getting dark, he would have set up camp but something was following him... hunting him. Loclov arched his brow his brow when saw apple lying down at his feet, he glanced around his hand on his sword hilt... there wasn't any apple tree around here...!
But then it was too late for at the moment, he was swooped of the ground in giant net and thrown into an iron barred cage. Loclov snarled and quickly cut himself free from net and rose to his feet, his head high, back straight, his broad shoulders squared, his masculine chest rising and falling breathing as he stood with strength, statuesque like a stag on a hill gripping his sword.
Several men approached the cage from all sides with ropes and long hooked poles.
Asgal the leader of he group grinned, "My, my he what a good catch, we'll get a good price for him... if he's healthy... show us your teeth."
Loclov's yellow eyes glowed like the harvest moon, as he slid a dagger down his sleeve.
"By his eyes, I do not think he is human," Affliger commented. "do you think he is a Pyro?" he asked but then gasped when he saw Asgal fall. Loclov grinned down at the dead trapper, and then turned on Affliger.
Affliger he gave a nod to his servants, "Don't bruise him! I am want his looking fresh in market," he ordered grinning now he wouldn't have to split the money with his brother.
Loclov snarled as slashing the poles and cords of rope that they tried to restrain him with. Affliger cursed watching the young warrior destroy his equipment... he had been trained well and it was clear that they where going to get him this way without damaging him.
"Sedate him!" he commanded, cursing under his breath, when heard the dying scream of a servant had gotten too close to the cage.
Loclov cursed when felt the sting of a dart in his back, he turned around only to catch the next in the neck....
The next thing Loclov knew was that was he stripped half naked soaking wet and shivering in the dark up to a wooden post his lean muscular arms spread out in tied into a crucifix position to give a full view of his body.
The young pyro cursed when a pitcher of olive oil was dumped over him, "What the hell!?!" he snarled.
"Be silent," Affliger scowled, "We the auction will be starting soon so rub him down good," he commanded, his servants. After a lot of cursing and threats on their lives from the pyro, the servants finished rubbing down the young warrior, Affliger nodded approvingly, and took a vile of a rich spicy masculine scented cologne and sprayed him a couple of times grinning, "Never fails,"
Loclov snarled, his oiled muscles flexing as pulled against his restraints.
Asgal grinned, watching the pyro struggle, "Don't you tire out, The auction will begin here soon," he chuckled and then sedated the pyro again.
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Auction;
The auctioneer paced on the stage excitedly, "Take a good look at this young attractive male! but wait! do not be deceived by outward appearances, this a Rare creature! he was caught fresh in the wild but you can see by the callouses on his hands he is a skilled laborer, and by his hardened ears and the scars that he is a trained fighter! and perhaps would not do bad in show when he is tamed!"
Loclov groaned waking up groggily, he looked out from the stage to masses of people sitting in the indoor theatre, while the Auctioneer rambled on.
The auctioneer took his pointer stick and poked the Pyro "Just look at his arms! and chest, good endurance and strength....!" the man paused when gazed into Pyro's intense yellow eyes loosing his train of thought.
Loclov turned to the crowd and spat at the audiyance, his muscling flexings as he tried to brake free from post his hands were chained to.
" Look at his teeth! excellent teeth! can't be more than twenty years old! We'll start the bid off at 4,300 gold peices!" the man anounced. "Come on folks, this is the investment of the life time! fight him! breed him! you'll make a fortune if you can tames this savage barbarian!"
((800 rare + 300 multiple uses + 600 age -400 wild + 200 trained + 2000 fighter + 1000 possibly show = 4,300 gold ))
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(-- this is just a little bit about my character- )
Pyrose are notoriously savage people.
It is believed, long ago that a berserker fell in love with a dragon, creating a warped aggressive people, with an undying warrior spirit and fighting instinct. The blood the courses through their viens, common in dragons, Is a scalding liquid fire, giving them the name Pyrose, meaning fire.
They are bred from warriors, not from men that stay silent to avoid conflict. Sadly, that is why nearly extinct...
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Yeh the TRAINER can do pretty much anything they want to him---
He's about 5'9" and is 200 lbs of muscle.... so he is going to be very stubborn and will put up a good fight if your character is up for the challenge... lol.... just join =) |
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