Post by Dire Wolf on Mar 20, 2019 23:27:17 GMT -5
Uzgrogus Full Name • Uzgrogus Nickname • Grog Race • Vaathkree Birthplace • Vaathkree Age • 161 Gender • Male Sexuality • Hetero Faction • Fringe Concept • Pirate Cook / Fighter, Rank 3 Languages • Vaathkree, Common Assets • An assortment of cooking supplies, Bowcaster, and a small library of "books" on his datapad. Appearance Face Claim • N/A Height & Weight • 4'5"; 432lbs Overall Looks • Grog may be shorter than some human dwarves, but he's built more powerfully than any human to stand over him. Jagged stone plates just from his craggy flesh at seemingly random angles. This natural armor is always growing and shaping around him, and his own has yet to grow eroded and smooth from wizened age. Instead, his flesh resembles the peaks of new mountains, and his slate eyes burn with a need to prove himself. While he doesn't often see the need for clothes, Grog is aware that his fleshy friends feel the need to cover their flesh with thin clothes. Because of this, he's often found wearing a cook's apron, which is as immaculately clean as the kitchen that he runs. There simply isn't armor made to Grog's dimensions, especially when one factors in his ever shifting armored plates and jagged form. As such, he wears little more than a bandolier of concussion and ion grenades, as well as multiple power cells for his bowcaster. A two handed hammer with a head the size of a human child is often slung over his back; it's often left uncleaned and bloody to intimidate foes. Personality Profile "I'm da best, 'll smash yer teef ‘n wit' tasties" Many assume that the short, powerfully built golem monster created from rock and metal to be stupid. That assumption is only further driven home with the four and a half foot monster opens its mouth to speak some form of bastardized common. These are assumptions that Grog is more than happy to oblige, as he finds that people often discount him when they believe the beast to be little more than that. Compounding this presumed stupidity, Grog is a deep thinker that often finds himself lost in thought if the conversation or situation hasn't captured his interest. Questions to him may go unanswered, or he may begin to mutter to himself in that broken form of common. One of the surest ways to grab his attention, however, is to talk about cooking. The Vaathkree simply adores feeding the masses, even if his digestive system is more geared towards rock and metal. He's gained something of a taste for what softer beings enjoy, and while he can't taste it himself he finds that to be an advantage. His palete has no bias, but rather he's learned what people like. Aside from cooking, however, his greatest joy is simply reading. Whenever the next meal of the day isn't being prepared, the stunted creature is found in his quarters devouring his next delve into some mystical land. He particularly enjoys those stories, because the intelligent bruiser sees himself in those stories. An intrepid adventurer set out among the stars. He often wonders why they aren't quite as ruthless as he, or willing to take on jobs that aren't unlike others. In his mind, their own sense of honor constrains them to a more difficult path. Logically, the wider path is the better one. Easier to follow, with less effort to reach its end. Honor constrains one from thievery and murder, and while the man finds no joy in either, he does find them particularly useful. Though he may fashion himself an intelligent creature, Grog isn't above devolving into baser instincts. Wrath is his favorite response to most things that don't go his way after an indeterminate amount of time. While his lack of patience feeds into this, making him somewhat of an impulsive individual, he's not unaware of when to keep his short fuse in check. Background Father • Grimgor, 300, Merchant Mother • Trogguz, 301, Merchant Siblings • n/a Other Important Connections • Enzo Kavela, 38, Human, Pirate Cap'n Carys Corbei, 77, Firrereo, Pirate Revus Lok, 33, Human, Pirate Overall History • Since Grog's first sentient thought, he'd been curious. At first he'd assumed the desire to strike out and explore to boredom, however as he spoke to his young stonesinger friends he learned that boredom seemed to be unique to him. While each of his friends had been happy to merely eat and wander around the molten rivers of his home, Grog's slate eyes turned upwards. What people lived on those motes of light beyond the cloud choked skies of his home? One day, he would visit them all. The boy only half listened to his parents as they instructed him on the art of "The Deal," as they put it. They'd expected him to be a merchant, like them and their fathers before them. For what it was worth, the boy retained their information well however didn't bother to take any of it to heart. Instead, much to Grimgor and Trog's surprise, Grog was on the first ship off world as soon as he was old enough to book passage. The life of a merchant was boring, and there was so much to explore. Unfortunately, that life of exploration was cut short. Pirates took the vessel and drafted him as one of their grunts. While the rush of combat was as exciting as feeling the gushy bits of an enemy squeeze between his craggy fingers, the true joy of the creature's life was cooking. They put him beneath a terrible little squishy man who served as the head cook. What he served was little better the gruel, yet he was beloved by the captain. As fleshies tended to do though, he died. Whether it was old age or a blaster, Grog could never recall. However he did remember showing off his skills to the captain and being promoted. What proceeded was about fourteen decades of moving around from ship to ship under the prospect of better pay or better treatment. At least until he was hired on by the Broken Tooth. It was there that he met Enzo and Carys, who would later become his friends and colleagues through thick and thin. Grog had moved over to Enzo's ship once the Captain had been convinced to buy a second ship, and been one of three survivors from the Humani man's crew. Grog had taken what credits he'd gathered, after surviving the slaughter, to merely explore the cosmos. His thirst for knowledge couldn't be slaked, nor his curiosity sated. Merely running off to live on his fortune would never have worked for the Vaathkree pirate. Fortunately, he hadn't had to explore alone for very long; Enzo had returned and offered him a position on his new crew. While the Vaathkree was hesitant, considering the man's past error, he thought that the man might benefit from his lifetimes of experience. Even if they were delivered with broken common and behind a veil of presumed stupidity. |
