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IC Vortren, Po-Wahi ShoreVorten was actually fairly comfortable in the desert heat, having been raised in the firey town of Ta-Koro. As the wander walked the desert clif, a cool sea breeze causing him to shiver, he noticed the large man sitting on the cliff side. Moving a bit closer, Vortren noticed the journal in his hands. He stood over the massive man, looking down, his angry mask seeming less so at the moment."Hello there. And who might you be?" The tall, slender figure asked the larger, bulkier man that sat before him.

OOC:Name: VortrenSpecies: Glatorian (For review: Weaker than toa, I think)Gender: MalePower/weapons: He has no special powers, besides being a great driver and eventual pilot. He uses his Thornax.Alignment: Neutral, highest bidderPersonality: Very calm and collected, patient. He can get demanding and menacing when payment comes due, but he is always willing to make a bargain. He makes no long term alliances with any group, having been screwed over far too many times in the past when dealing with every tribe on Bara Magna. As a person, he takes honor and responsibility very highly, even if he feels his responsibility can change as the payments get higher. As he travels, he likes to pick up the stories and myths of any people willing to tell them to him.Weakness: He is very quick to make a deal with someone he is fighting (IE, if the fought offers more money than he'd make killing them, he takes it). If any blow strikes his spike, he is devastated with pain and almost always falls prone.A tall, black and red clad figure, his mask contorted into a grisly, screaming face, much of that of Antroz. Having horrible posture, her slumps forward, his head far forward from his shoulders, such as a turtle-necked human. Nowhere on his body is bulky, aside from his lower legs, where cloth leggings move out into large bell bottoms, and his left wrist, the holding a Thornax launcher from under a protective gauntlet. On the center of his torso, on his back, a foot long spike protrudes from his spine. It is a highly sensitive organ that is uncomfortable when squeezed hard.I guess just post with a character sheet. I'm new and just wanna learn the main customs.IC:It had been a long day of traveling. Vortren had never really gotten used to not being in a sand storm half the time when traveling from city to city. It was odd for him, actually being able to breath without a cloth mask on. After a while, around dusk, he arrived in what once was Tesara. He'd always liked it here, much more than he did Volcanus. After a while, he simply got tired and went to the local inn to see what all was going on in there. It was a large place, built into a tree. Everything was made of some sort of wood. The mugs and plates where no different he noticed as he walked by the diners and drinkers. He took a seat at the bar, seeing if he could over hear any conversations that where happening around him.

Name: VortrenSpecies: Glatorian (For review: Weaker than toa, I think)Gender: MalePower/weapons: He has no special powers, besides being a great driver and eventual pilot. He uses his Thornax.Alignment: Neutral, highest bidderPersonality: Very calm and collected, patient. He can get demanding and menacing when payment comes due, but he is always willing to make a bargain. He makes no long term alliances with any group, having been screwed over far too many times in the past when dealing with every tribe on Bara Magna. As a person, he takes honor and responsibility very highly, even if he feels his responsibility can change as the payments get higher. As he travels, he likes to pick up the stories and myths of any people willing to tell them to him.Weakness: He is very quick to make a deal with someone he is fighting (IE, if the fought offers more money than he'd make killing them, he takes it). If any blow strikes his spike, he is devastated with pain and almost always falls prone.A tall, black and red clad figure, his mask contorted into a grisly, screaming face, much of that of Antroz. Having horrible posture, her slumps forward, his head far forward from his shoulders, such as a turtle-necked human. Nowhere on his body is bulky, aside from his lower legs, where cloth leggings move out into large bell bottoms, and his left wrist, the holding a Thornax launcher from under a protective gauntlet. On the center of his torso, on his back, a foot long spike protrudes from his spine. It is a highly sensitive organ that is uncomfortable when squeezed hard.