Gronnix

Real Name: Gronnix
Clan Name: Tlaalog

Clan Symbol


Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: The Herald

Title: The Herald was a title given to him by the Clan Shaman, it signifies his heralding of Nagtloloka, or the Age of Reclamation

Alignment: Intents can be considered evil, though his attitude and personality is to be considered more neutral

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Race: Oggrenixe

Hair: Dull coppery orange with randomly peppered strands of brown, its coarse and stiff due to years of neglectful hygiene, matching the texture of straw, it is nonetheless less incredibly strong and durable and flows like hair of much smoother consistency

Eyes: Due to life underground Oggrenixe eyes are naturally smaller than those of humans, they lack pupils and are a solid white, they are extremely sharp and sensitive, able to detect even small movement in very low light, though they are not completely blinded by the son and can adapt to sunlight it takes them a few disorienting minutes to adjust when initially exposed, they are bothered for almost a week after by natural sunlight, though after this period they usually adjust fully and can stand sunlight as normal above-ground dwelling creatures do

Height: 8, 6

Weight: 467 lbs, 683 in full Battle Gear

Costume Description/Image: Gronnix wears ceremonial Herald Battle Armor on his excursion to the Lotl or "above-world" it is a very durable set of armor made up of special plates of phostone held in place by specially balanced chains, phostone is a special mineral found near the clans of the Oggrenixe which is incredibly durable, it is as strong as titanium and has special properties which are valued highly for any who possess the rare material, phostone reacts to the brainwaves of the first living and sentient being it makes contact with and "locks" onto the signature, once locked on its must be in constant exposure to the owners electromagnetic field or it will crumble into worthless dust within half an hour of being taken from out of range of the owners field, it will also react to the owners brain waves, bending and morphing itself to the owners whims, though it cannot exceed its original mass, the Herald Armor is a specially conditioned phostone that was mined from an ancient and sacred temple, one which was decreed never to be mined from again, as doing so would have been considered an affront to their gods, ancient, violent and uncaring beings, it does not lock onto a signature until the time of which it is needed, the Herald Armor locked onto Prince Gronnix signature when the Age of Reclamation started and has been with him ever since, he usually keeps it in large thick slabs covering his bare thighs, chest, forearms and shoulders, he also favors a spiked variant to deter melee attackers, in addition to the armor he wears a loincloth he skinned from a Kosger, a massive lion-like creature which is incredibly ill-tempered when roused, he is especially prideful i the fact that he killed it with his bare-hands, a feat most Oggrenixe would be hard-pressed to re-enact, he also wears Kosger leather boots and gauntlets, the armor is a dull gray-silver and seems slightly tarnished in some places, the leather is typical light brown.

Personality: Gronnix is easily angered and short tempered, he attempts to temper himself with a degree of self-restraint as would befit his royal heritage but he eventually always becomes steeped back into his races battle lust and ill temper, he can't resist a challenge and will often find one when there is none, he over analyzes tones and inflections and will usually pick a fight over menial comments, to ever be talked down his ego needs to be stroked in order to maintain his comfortability and he will only do this when he is sure his reputation isn't in danger.

He holds reputation and honor above all other things and will die rather than admit defeat, however, he does have a lot of respect and can usually be reasoned with by a powerful opponent, he loves a challenge above all other things and constantly seeks to challenge himself.

History: The Oggrenixe started as a violent and bloody race who slaughtered and laid waste to all other mortal races, bathing the world a bloody crimson, they could not be overcome and army after army fell before their might, eventually races whose names and faces have been lost to the annals of history rallied themselves into a single massive fighting force and prepared for battle, they met the Oggrenixe head on, battling fiercely for many days and nights, but even they couldn't overcome the might of the Oggrenixe, as they fell by the dozens their most brilliant minds deduced a plan, a brave few sacrificed their lives in an effort to bring together arcane, primal, and divine forces in order to conduct an ancient ritual which cast the Oggrenixe into the bowels of the earth itself, giving the other races a final respite after years of fighting, the Oggrenixe took the exile as a matter of course and took to their punishment with zeal, using it as a trial to strengthen their bodies and minds.

The Oggrenixe were banished to the underground years ago for violent transgressions against the other races, they lived in silence for years in dark tunnels, after years of digging and grueling survival they unearthed the Clandlot, the Underworld, a self-contained ecosystem inside the earth itself, it was filled with lush forests, tall jagged and snow-peaked mountains as well as wide tracts of deserts and equally wide rolling plains, filled with all manner of strange creatures and plants, it was lit only by a dim inner sun which ran crisscrossing the roofs, which were really a few magma tunnels, neither scholars nor the Oggrenixe themselves can tell where exactly the entire complex is located but it is deep below the crust to be sure and can only be accessed by flue holes, holes which run hundreds of thousands of miles below the earths crust into the Clandlot, the power of gravity makes the trip seem like a few seconds to a minute at most, while the same physics will leave you unharmed on either end, the Oggrenixe carved out their own bloody niche within this ne world, they created a Clan hierarchy and for millions of years they lived in isolation.

The Oggrenixe lived in relative peace until a massive civil war broke out, one faction wanted to branch out and populate as much of the underground they could, invading the local flora and fauna in order to maintain their own dominance, they wanted industrialization which went against all the ancient codes the Oggrenixe lived by, a second wanted to go back to the surface and take their rightful place once more, far before the Age of Reclamation, which in the eyes of the others was a grave transgression to the Elder ones, while a third wanted discretion, sticking to ancient rituals and keeping to their new homes, the resulting war tore the race apart and flung many Clans across the Underworld, though the major force that rose from the ashes was from the third group and a charismatic leader scrabbled his followers into a powerful Clan and entitled themselves the Tlaalog after their leader, their rule survived for millions of years afterwards, their leaders learning from their past mistake and keeping their subjects in line with compassionate but iron-fisted rule

Gronnix is the only son of Bromx, the current Clan Leader and King, he is currently attempting to unite the other clans but is failing in his endeavor to do so, not to mention his mission has been all but halted by the Age of Reclamation, when the Oggrenixe were cast into the abyss they were whispered to their ancient and gods, beings who they have told are not their own, but are much more ancient and powerful deities called the Elder Ones, these forces told the Oggrenixe that many years after their exile a time would come where they would storm the above world with all our number, the prophecy foretells that the prince of the time will don the Heralds Armor and scout the above world, gathering information and warning the feeble mortals of the imminent doom that awaited them, the Herald would then meet with his people as they began to emerge from their underground homes, relate his information and finally he would lead his people on a bloody trail of conquest and annihilation.

When Gronnix was born he allegedly ripped off his own umbilical cord, though this is an over exaggeration, the baby was born incredibly strong and possessed a robust aura, even for royalty, his father was quite pleased and quickly gathered around the boy all manner of experts who, from the time he could walk, taught the boy to run, sprint, swim, and survive, the boy had killed his first man when he was only 6, on an excursion to a neighboring tribe to negotiate a peace treaty the boy was assaulted by three Oggrenixe who had learned his true identity, he dodged their feeble attempts nimbly, scooped up a wicked looking sickle and sliced their throats expertly, earning the rival clans obedience and his own clans recognition and respect.

Every Oggrenixe must go through a maturity ritual in which they venture into the deepest and the well avoided Draktelmeth, or Forest of Wails, past it are the Phosmurs, or Mountains of Phostone where every young Oggrenixe must craft its Naxramis or Maturity Tool, these large axes the Oggrenixe use in battle, they can be willed into a defensive form which is a hammer, though it is used as a last resort as the Oggrenixe consider it cowardly not to do so, every Oggrenixe must have a Tool and those who do not after their maturity rites are not allowed back into the Clan, Gronnix completed his with ease of course, he survived in the forest for three days before exiting into the mountains, the forest was where he slayed the Kosger, he encountered the beast on his second day, it crept up on his makeshift camp in the middle of the night, he could smell the thing before he could see it, because although it was almost fifteen feet high and twent feet long and made entirely of pure muscle it moved with grace and silence, much to credit its feline heritage, he barely missed its first assault, dodging its raking claws as it passed by him, he was too slow though and it slipped back into the shadows, the second time it scored three slight scratches across his chest but managed to grab it, he wrestled it through the night, destroying his camp and the surrounding forest but in the morning he stood victorious, he took a moment to skin the beast for his new clothes before setting out, he mined his Tool and returned to his village with much fanfare

He trained long and hard, becoming an expert combatant in a short time, he grew into a thick muscular slab of a man, eight feet of rolling tendons and musculature, impressive even by Oggrenixe standards, when he wasn't honing his already razor sharp skills he was leading Clan conquests at the behest of his father, he could not be defeated and only ever sustained a single scar across his right cheek in a battle of Champions engaged by a rival clan, the Oggrenixe had been raised to defeat the prince the Clans people knew one day would come, the fight was brutal, but in the end Gronnix succeeded, much to the dismay of the Clan they now held under their dominance.

Gronnix almost lost his right to the throne, it was during the mating season, he chose his female, a suitable woman who would bear strong children, when the gestation period had run its course and the child was born they discovered it "roont" a rare mental disorder amongst the Oggrenixe similar to autism, it was seen as a sign that the gods had frowned upon the couple and that they had somehow offended the Elder Ones somehow, Gronnix was exiled, his wife and child were ritually burned alive, driven by grief and dishonor Gronnix snuck into his village once more under cover of night, he raped several servant maids, as they were one of the lowest caste and were the least protected, they said nothing as they would have been killed had they admitted to the deed, after the gestation period passed it was discovered the new children were perfectly normal, healthy and strong specimens, one even possessing the aura of royalty, Gronnix returned and laid claim to the children, though it was against Clan Law to impregnate more than a single female the people were too overjoyed by the return of their king to care and Gronnix was accepted back into the Clan with open arms.

After a few more bouts of conquest the Shaman approached the King with news of the Nagtloloka, the father had to call his son back and outfit him with the Heralds Armor, the young Oggrenixe was given his instructions before he was set off with fanfare towards the great flue, a tube which led straight up into the above world, the young man steeled himself for what he must do and jumped down into the flue, he raced through the earth and came out under shady copse of trees, his massive bulk barely squeezing out of the end, though he was covered by shade the sunlight stung his eyes which were unused to the dazzling light, he used his survival skills to survive off the land, marveling at the new world he had been born into as his eyes adjusted to the new sights and sounds, he quickly fell across his first city and with Tool in hand set off towards his journey..

Powers: The Oggrenixe possess incredible strength and stamina, enduring through things that would kill most, surviving environments that would demolish others, they rely heavily on their physical prowess, not only is their strength, speed, stamina and dexterity much higher than those of most mortal races, but their sense are amazingly powerful as well, their sense of taste, touch, smell, hearing, feeling and sight are all acutely heightened.

Oggrenixe are also acutely aware of their own and others auras, auras are ones in and directly outer energy signatures, to the observer with the ability to do so auras resemble opague multicolored bubbles revolving around a person, Oggrenixe have the unique ability to manipulate their own aura to augment their physical capabilities, not only all the above listed but other biological factors such as healing and adrenaline production.

Oggrenixe are well versed in all manner of survival techniques, Gronnix in particular is fluent in the use of poisons, toxins and their applications, utilizing them in all manner of items from blowguns to garrotes, he is also quite knowledgeable in the construction and placement of traps and the like.

Gronnix wields his Tool with expert deftness, using it with a fluid grace thats almost breathtaking, the Tool is made from phostone and is as strong as titanium, it can be willed from axe to hammer form but must maintain a basic hammer/axe style

PowerGrid
Intelligence: 2
Strength: 5
Speed: 3
Durability: 5
Energy Projection: 4
Fighting Skills: 3


Character Image/Description: His skin is a dark shading of deep purple, almost bordering on navy blue, his features are sharp and angular and he has a rough look to him, like he was chiseled out of stone.

Nice, an orcoid villian. Dem Orkboyz goz reel Bezerk. Don't make war, make WAAAAAGH!!! But this Oggrenix species is way cooler than normal Orks. I condemn this char approved, unless another mod or admin tells me otherwise.

Ha, right on! I was gonna make a twist on the 'Conan' character, make him sort of an Ork from another planet, say he's a hero over there, but his ways make him a horrific villain over here...but...shit man, this rules some serious shapely ass, bro, well done.

8, 6 I assume means 8'6"(8 feet 6 inches), right? 268 lbs for that height would make him very lanky. A buff 7' person is at least in their mid 300's. Slamfist weighs 522 lbs and he's a full foot shorter, though he is fairly dense as far as human standards go. Though none of this actually technically affect your character, I just figured I'd point that out. His history makes me think he'd need more than 3 FS. 2 Spd doesn't make him "much faster than most mortal races", it's probably around 25 mph, so while fast it's not like you're outrunning speeding cars. I also think all those poison and trap making skill would require more Int.

Wrong spot, honeybean. But not bad lookin', though!

'Honeybean'? And where then? Lol, this is so confusing! >.<

I know, I know, new place, super daunting, Lillygams. Tell you what, up top, click the link 'Hero/Villain application', then scroll down, hit 'Start New Topic', and then you can submit your character, in her very own thread! That's better then Black Canary ever got!

........Awesome.

Yes, I'm aware that I am. And I do Bar Mitzvah's, too!

That's truly uh-mazing! I do Wiccan Initiations.

I do handstands. On the grand canyon.

I'm actually a Voodoo doctor, but my patients keep on dying by enormous pins.

Im done with him