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Death_Angel | Mon 06-Feb-06 06:00 PM |
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#9483, "[None] Ghutaal the LightSlayer"
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Ghutaal the LightSlayer
DescriptionThe first thing you notice about this one is the hideous scar on the entire left side of his face, running from his abnormally high cheekbones that would almost make him handsome, to the edge of his chin, and back to his ear. No facial hair grows out of the scarred facial tissue, but the rest of his beard he seems to let grow without much care and it falls in a shody braid that seems as if it had to be left unfinished because of other pressing matters. The only hair upon the left side of his face is from his mustache that drops across very little of the tissue and shifts with his movements and the wind. His dark hair is pulled back behind his ears and kept tied in a loose pony tail with a stray strip of worn leather. His small but thick nose sits below two ink black eyes that shift quickly when not studying something that might interest him. His teeth are a dirty white though his smile is decently even with no over or under bite. The muscles of his neck show a somewhat pronounced musculature that must continue over the rest of his body below his armor.
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Level | 37 | Sex | male | Race | duergar | Ethos | Neutral | Align | Evil | Class | anti-paladin | Practices | 3 | Trains | 0 | Hometown | Hamsah Mu'tazz | Exp | 347466 | To Level | 3494 | Sphere | Magic | Age mature, 127 years old (149 hours) | Hit Points | 571 | Mana | 455 | Movement | 547 | Strength | 21 | Intelligence | 16 | Wisdom | 18 | Dexterity | 21 | Constitution | 18 | Charisma | 12 | Carry # | 0/33 | Carry Weight | 0 lb 0 oz | | | Gold | 0 | Silver | 0 | Copper | 0 | Wimpy | 300 | Morale | Moderate | | | Hitroll | 0 | Damroll | 0 | | |
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Ghutaal's Class Specifics,
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Ghutaal's Timeline,
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Ghutaal's Skill List,
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Ghutaal's Spell List,
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Ghutaal's PK Statistics,
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Ghutaal's Gank-O-Meter,
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Ghutaal's Immortal Comments,
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Ghutaal's Role Chapter 1,
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Ghutaal's Role Chapter 2,
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Ghutaal's Statistics,
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Death_Angel | Mon 06-Feb-06 06:00 PM |
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#9489, "Ghutaal's PK Statistics"
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PK StatisticsPK StatisticsTotal PK Wins   | 55 (4 at level 37) | Total PK Losses   | 11 | Total Mob Deaths   | 7 | # of Cleaved in HALF   | 2 |
PK Wins by Class | VS. thief   | 7 | VS. warrior   | 28 | VS. paladin   | 2 | VS. anti-paladin   | 2 | VS. assassin   | 4 | VS. ranger   | 3 | VS. invoker   | 1 | VS. bard   | 4 | VS. conjurer   | 2 | VS. berserker   | 2 |
PK Wins by Cabal | VS. None   | 39 | VS. FORTRESS   | 6 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 2 | VS. BATTLE   | 4 | VS. HERALD   | 2 | VS. EMPIRE   | 1 | VS. TRIBUNAL   | 1 |
PK Wins by Align | VS. Good   | 23 | VS. Neutral   | 16 | VS. Evil   | 16 |
PK Deaths by Class | VS. warrior   | 4 | VS. assassin   | 2 | VS. shaman   | 1 | VS. druid   | 4 |
PK Deaths by Cabal | VS. None   | 5 | VS. OUTLANDER   | 3 | VS. BATTLE   | 2 | VS. EMPIRE   | 1 |
PK Deaths by Align | VS. Good   | 2 | VS. Neutral   | 8 | VS. Evil   | 1 |
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Death_Angel | Mon 06-Feb-06 06:00 PM |
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#9490, "Ghutaal's Gank-O-Meter"
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PK Gank-O-MeterPK Gank-O-MeterTotal PK Wins   | 55 | Total PK Assists   | 10 | Average Group Size Per Kill   | 1.25 |
Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Self-Reliant Average Group Size Per Death   | 0.91 |
Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Suicide Tastes Better Than Murder
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Death_Angel | Mon 06-Feb-06 06:00 PM |
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#9492, "Ghutaal's Role Chapter 1"
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RoleChapter 1 and Emergence Added Mon Dec 19 05:40:35 2005 at level 26:Why is it that we cling so drastically with arms extended and eyes wet with tears to that which we have held close for even the shortest amount of time. And why is it that I have slowly let the faded sands of my past sift through my dark fingers without even trying to slow the fall. I am not sure exactly when that fall began, but I have a very strong idea. He took me back to the simply furnished cave and made a palet for slight comfort for this now houseless homeless orphan wretch of drastically blaspheming parents and began to work to make me his slave like apprentice in training. Slowly at first I began to learn from him, for I was still simmeringly furious in my silent way about his self-prospering actions against those that raised me in such a sheltered way from the destructive and cold actions of our kind. Our kind I say for as the sand has slipped through my fingers and I have found something knew to strive for and to cling too I have become so very chilled within, ice now surrounds my heart at almost all times. At first he must have thought I was merely in shock, for after I realized that I could not leave this place of horror, the place of my parents murderer, I began to take what I could from him and grow as I could. He had to have been worried as I learned little from most of that which he taught me at first, the holy rituals were easy, though the power that he could gather from them I felt nothing for, only a simmering of anger as I watched him grow ever stronger. I found few things I could do with a strange sort of relative ease, words that I could decipher through careful study when that one would sleep, and objects that somehow I seemed to know what their use was, though I never did try out what I imagined. I know now as I sit and ponder that the sand that was the heat of my joy for life and love began to sift the night I slit his throat and read that scroll. Too much I had taken by his hand, to much was the torture of watching him breath that I lost the hold I had on my judgement and cut him with his own sacrificial dagger, as he thrashed, breaking his prized holy relics, as those that were coming to wake him began to draw more quickly closer, I chanted the scroll I had found. I cared not what it did nor did I know, I just knew that I had to end the current existance I had surrounded myself with, the fire had finally burst forth from my soul as his blood burst forth from his neck and the world shifted and I was elsewhere. And now I still think on those days as I make something new for myself, as I let that which burst forth from my soul and from the chant of my voice guide me, it is all I have now, it is what I am, it is what makes me feel alive.
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Death_Angel | Mon 06-Feb-06 06:00 PM |
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#9493, "Ghutaal's Role Chapter 2"
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RoleChapter 2 Depths Added Mon Dec 19 05:20:13 2005 at level 26:Memories are fleeting at best, though for some reason we remember those that seem to mean so very little at the time though a so very great later in life. The small things that linger in the back of your mind, tickle your dreams, and haunt your nightmares. I seem certain why these memories haunt me, though this certainty, transparent at best, is fleeting and fading away. I think I did care once, so very long ago when I was not the man I am now, about those that brought me into this world. They were abnormal for our people the great cleric would spit forth from behind the mask of a wild cave beast as the various bones hanging about his person rattled a sort of tune to his rythmically jerky body shifts that would hold the eyes and minds of those drug induced crowds worshipping in masses. His vicious words still bounce about in mine memories so vividly, though his following actions do not for some reason, pull themselves through the fog. I do not remember their deaths, nor the ensuing degredation of their now silent and still bodies. I do remember the hate and anger that I stiffled for mine own sake of existance that burned so clearly. I remember the sudden foreign energies that jumped along my arms as I stretched the forth towards the shaman, the energies that sprang to my tongue as I whispered strange too smooth enticing words. But I remember the most, how I let the words die, how the anger pushed further down into my concience and into my soul, and the so pathetically feigned look of concern and agony for my person that showed on the cleric's face as he lifted the beasts mask from his head. I remember so clearly, so very clearly, the creature of hatred moving towards me and then clasping my hands in his as I still held them forth infront of my person after the most defining moment of my cowardice or instinct to survive took over. I remember the burning in my soul that I am still sure is driven by hate, but now I know it is not hate itself. Memories are a thing that I find funny, why I find them funny I am not sure, perhaps it is my perverse thoughts that possibly, so possibly, the memories are not even true and all is distorted and misconstrued is such a way as to further myself through mine own subconcious. For the subconcious and that which burns in ones soul and behind ones deepest desires is what truly pushes one foreward.
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Death_Angel | Mon 06-Feb-06 06:00 PM |
Member since 20th Sep 2024
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#9484, "Ghutaal's Statistics"
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StatisticsExperience BreakdownExperience from Cabal raiding | 1500 | Experience from Skill improvements | 9278 | Experience from Exploration | 3400 | Experience from Quests | 6950 | Experience from Commerce | 1388 |
Adventuring StatisticsCharacter Created   | Wed Dec 7 02:33:22 2005
| Quests Completed   | 6 | Exploration Points Found   | 13 | Bonus Experience from Immortals   | 900 | (WANTED) Criminal   | 3 times | % of lifetime in the wilderness   | 23 % | % of lifetime in the cities   | 31 % | % of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star   | 0 % |
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