Poptart Golgari
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 9:58 pm
Name: Poptart Golgari
Age: 19
Race: Troll-Faerie
Height: 7'9"
Weight: 315lbs
Physical Description: Poptart is a massive creature, the Troll in him promoting his enormous height while the Fearie in him making him much more lean and gangly in his appearance. His skin is a pale white with a greenish glow at his fingertips, feet, nose, and ears. His eyes are a blood-red color that tend to glow, even in the darkest night. His ears end in a sharp elven-like point and extend 6 inches back. Similarly to his ears, his nope is thin and long, lending its appearance to a beak, extending 4 inches from his face. He has several tattoos and augments across his body: a pair of spread bird wings on his back, a small emerald gem embedded in his forehead, a bone nose-ring forming a downwards crescent-like shape, a variety of tribal tattoos running down his forearms and meeting at his palms, and a fully grown tree on his chest. For general clothing, Poptart is usually seen wearing a loincloth and a mask, typically made of bone.
Possessions: Poptart has a pair of bone arm-guards that he wears whenever he can and only takes them off when he absolutely has to. He has a large bone mask augmented with thick gray horns that extend and curve down. The sides of the mask have been outfitted with brown feathers to fully conceal Poptart's face behind the mask, with the exception of his nose that pokes through a hole in the mask. He has 7 bubble-flasks that he wears on a belt on his loincloth, hanging on his left side. His only weapon is a staff that has been created with the bones of many creatures. It is the same width the entire 6ft of the staff with two sharpened points. Wraps of leather strips hold the staff together and it is not very durable against armed opponents.
Powers or Strengths: Although he is weaker than the average troll, Poptart is still quite strong, able to toss someone to the side with a simple backhand. He has a minor understanding of the Faerie's ability to alter their size, using it to change the size of his hands and feet for primarily combat and hunting purposes. Through his belief of being one with nature, he has the ability to speed up the growth of a plant and also temporarily encourage the growth of plant life, such as vines and roots, in an area for a very limited time (This could be used to create roots that could bind someone). Shortly after his magical influence has ended, any plants living in an area they normally couldn't will die without the magical energy. Given his hunter-gatherer lifestyle, he has a mild ability of stealth in the wild and can chase a target very effectively. He also has had some practice with fighting with spears, staffs, and hand to hand combat, being a decent fighter with these three tactics. As a troll, he still has the regenerative powers of his race, but it takes twice as long for him to regrow a limb. Because of his regenerative abilities, he has good stamina. He has a mild understanding of the healing capabilities of certain plants and is capable of making potions to deaden pain, accelerate the body's ability to close wounds (if a limb has been cut off the wound will grow over to a nub), and to relieve symptoms of minor illnesses (fevers, headaches, fatigue, etc.).
Weaknesses: Although the faerie blood in him makes him intelligent enough to be civil, Poptart does not learn very quickly and has trouble formulating well thought-out sentences. As he grows more angry, his ability to control his magic diminishes and his intelligence temporarily drops to an almost pure-troll level. In general, his ability to fight is limited to wild beasts, not having any experience fighting an armed opponent or magic user. Poptart is incredibly gullible, tending to believe everyone on the assumption that they would have no reason to lie. He tends to get very nervous when he isn't wearing his mask, being much easier to drive to anger when he is without the item.
History: The meeting of Poptart's parents initially began when Poptart's mother, Hex, attempted to dig at the dirt and put seeds in the ground, like she had seen a farmer do before she bludgeoned him with a large branch. Poptart's father, Zathros, observed the troll, fascinated by a level of thought he had not come to know from the trolls. Zathros was already aloof from other faeries, but once he started studying this troll, he lost almost all contact with other faeries, or people for that matter. Hex eventually learned how the seeds she had put in the ground had been replaced by plants in the same spot. She started to imitate what she had done previously, learning over many years what made the plants grow and what didn't work. All the while Zathros continued to watch her, occasionally getting caught observing but never being caught. In time, Hex accepted the faerie's presence, even if she couldn't understand what he was doing.
One day, Hex confronted Zathros, demanding an answer to his presence. He stumbled over his words, trying to think of an appropriate answer. He never uttered more than a few words before he was deftly knocked unconscious by a single punch to the head. He awoke later in a dim cave, the only light being provided by a fire in the center of the cave. He stood up slowly only to be face to face with the troll Hex again. He couldn't help but notice she was very naked right now. Of course she always was, but in a home, even a troll's home, her nakedness felt so suddenly uncivil. Zathros wasn't able to keep up these thoughts for long before Hex again demanded to know why he was watching her.
"Because I think you're beautiful." Zathros started. Hex didn't even bat an eyelash at the comment, either she didn't care or couldn't understand what that particular word meant. Zathros continued, undeterred "I've never seen someone of your species take up complex thought, or even show an interest in it. You continue to learn and you continue to apply what you've learned. Such progress is... beautiful." Hex said nothing for a moment and then finally spoke. "Weak man can stay."
And so Zathros and Hex began to live and work together, Hex beginning to learn new things much quicker with Zathros' assistance. At first, the two only viewed each other as coworkers, friends at best. However, as the years went by and their contact with any other people continued to diminish, the two found comfort in each other's company. Their affection was emotional at first, after all, their physical differences were significant and neither could simply overlook the issue. More years passed and they grew closer still, occasionally experimenting with what they could do together until they finally experimented with the most intimate thing they could do together; make a baby.
Poptart was born into a childhood that revolved around the idea of balance. His mother, a troll that heavily believed in the hunter-gatherer lifestyle, believed that city-life was for the weak. Her education and dabbling in the ways of a farmer could not change an entire upbringing as a hunter and predator. His father, a faerie, had always been an oddball among faeries, favoring intellectual thought and discovery as opposed to mischief. He encouraged his son to learn all he could and be open to all ideas and to think about the implications of his actions, not just the action itself. Poptart was raised with both parents emphasizing their beliefs yet also encouraging him to find a way to moderate his skills. His life was almost always without conflict, his respect for his parents too great for him to openly defy them and the seclusion his parents had imposed on themselves from the outside world led to Poptart growing to an adolescent without ever meeting an intelligent being besides his father and (kind of) his mother. His childhood friends were the trees and his rivals were the other predators that roamed the wild.
When Poptart decided to leave home in search of his own place in life, his parents neither encourage nor discouraged the decision. They taught him any last-minute skills they felt he needed to know and accepted his leaving as a part of life. Carrying the even attitude of his parents, Poptart met many different travelers with a lighthearted casualness. Even now, 2 years after he left on his own, Poptart has still yet to find anything he could call a purpose. He has heavily considered going to the city in hopes that he can find an answer there.
Age: 19
Race: Troll-Faerie
Height: 7'9"
Weight: 315lbs
Physical Description: Poptart is a massive creature, the Troll in him promoting his enormous height while the Fearie in him making him much more lean and gangly in his appearance. His skin is a pale white with a greenish glow at his fingertips, feet, nose, and ears. His eyes are a blood-red color that tend to glow, even in the darkest night. His ears end in a sharp elven-like point and extend 6 inches back. Similarly to his ears, his nope is thin and long, lending its appearance to a beak, extending 4 inches from his face. He has several tattoos and augments across his body: a pair of spread bird wings on his back, a small emerald gem embedded in his forehead, a bone nose-ring forming a downwards crescent-like shape, a variety of tribal tattoos running down his forearms and meeting at his palms, and a fully grown tree on his chest. For general clothing, Poptart is usually seen wearing a loincloth and a mask, typically made of bone.
Possessions: Poptart has a pair of bone arm-guards that he wears whenever he can and only takes them off when he absolutely has to. He has a large bone mask augmented with thick gray horns that extend and curve down. The sides of the mask have been outfitted with brown feathers to fully conceal Poptart's face behind the mask, with the exception of his nose that pokes through a hole in the mask. He has 7 bubble-flasks that he wears on a belt on his loincloth, hanging on his left side. His only weapon is a staff that has been created with the bones of many creatures. It is the same width the entire 6ft of the staff with two sharpened points. Wraps of leather strips hold the staff together and it is not very durable against armed opponents.
Powers or Strengths: Although he is weaker than the average troll, Poptart is still quite strong, able to toss someone to the side with a simple backhand. He has a minor understanding of the Faerie's ability to alter their size, using it to change the size of his hands and feet for primarily combat and hunting purposes. Through his belief of being one with nature, he has the ability to speed up the growth of a plant and also temporarily encourage the growth of plant life, such as vines and roots, in an area for a very limited time (This could be used to create roots that could bind someone). Shortly after his magical influence has ended, any plants living in an area they normally couldn't will die without the magical energy. Given his hunter-gatherer lifestyle, he has a mild ability of stealth in the wild and can chase a target very effectively. He also has had some practice with fighting with spears, staffs, and hand to hand combat, being a decent fighter with these three tactics. As a troll, he still has the regenerative powers of his race, but it takes twice as long for him to regrow a limb. Because of his regenerative abilities, he has good stamina. He has a mild understanding of the healing capabilities of certain plants and is capable of making potions to deaden pain, accelerate the body's ability to close wounds (if a limb has been cut off the wound will grow over to a nub), and to relieve symptoms of minor illnesses (fevers, headaches, fatigue, etc.).
Weaknesses: Although the faerie blood in him makes him intelligent enough to be civil, Poptart does not learn very quickly and has trouble formulating well thought-out sentences. As he grows more angry, his ability to control his magic diminishes and his intelligence temporarily drops to an almost pure-troll level. In general, his ability to fight is limited to wild beasts, not having any experience fighting an armed opponent or magic user. Poptart is incredibly gullible, tending to believe everyone on the assumption that they would have no reason to lie. He tends to get very nervous when he isn't wearing his mask, being much easier to drive to anger when he is without the item.
History: The meeting of Poptart's parents initially began when Poptart's mother, Hex, attempted to dig at the dirt and put seeds in the ground, like she had seen a farmer do before she bludgeoned him with a large branch. Poptart's father, Zathros, observed the troll, fascinated by a level of thought he had not come to know from the trolls. Zathros was already aloof from other faeries, but once he started studying this troll, he lost almost all contact with other faeries, or people for that matter. Hex eventually learned how the seeds she had put in the ground had been replaced by plants in the same spot. She started to imitate what she had done previously, learning over many years what made the plants grow and what didn't work. All the while Zathros continued to watch her, occasionally getting caught observing but never being caught. In time, Hex accepted the faerie's presence, even if she couldn't understand what he was doing.
One day, Hex confronted Zathros, demanding an answer to his presence. He stumbled over his words, trying to think of an appropriate answer. He never uttered more than a few words before he was deftly knocked unconscious by a single punch to the head. He awoke later in a dim cave, the only light being provided by a fire in the center of the cave. He stood up slowly only to be face to face with the troll Hex again. He couldn't help but notice she was very naked right now. Of course she always was, but in a home, even a troll's home, her nakedness felt so suddenly uncivil. Zathros wasn't able to keep up these thoughts for long before Hex again demanded to know why he was watching her.
"Because I think you're beautiful." Zathros started. Hex didn't even bat an eyelash at the comment, either she didn't care or couldn't understand what that particular word meant. Zathros continued, undeterred "I've never seen someone of your species take up complex thought, or even show an interest in it. You continue to learn and you continue to apply what you've learned. Such progress is... beautiful." Hex said nothing for a moment and then finally spoke. "Weak man can stay."
And so Zathros and Hex began to live and work together, Hex beginning to learn new things much quicker with Zathros' assistance. At first, the two only viewed each other as coworkers, friends at best. However, as the years went by and their contact with any other people continued to diminish, the two found comfort in each other's company. Their affection was emotional at first, after all, their physical differences were significant and neither could simply overlook the issue. More years passed and they grew closer still, occasionally experimenting with what they could do together until they finally experimented with the most intimate thing they could do together; make a baby.
Poptart was born into a childhood that revolved around the idea of balance. His mother, a troll that heavily believed in the hunter-gatherer lifestyle, believed that city-life was for the weak. Her education and dabbling in the ways of a farmer could not change an entire upbringing as a hunter and predator. His father, a faerie, had always been an oddball among faeries, favoring intellectual thought and discovery as opposed to mischief. He encouraged his son to learn all he could and be open to all ideas and to think about the implications of his actions, not just the action itself. Poptart was raised with both parents emphasizing their beliefs yet also encouraging him to find a way to moderate his skills. His life was almost always without conflict, his respect for his parents too great for him to openly defy them and the seclusion his parents had imposed on themselves from the outside world led to Poptart growing to an adolescent without ever meeting an intelligent being besides his father and (kind of) his mother. His childhood friends were the trees and his rivals were the other predators that roamed the wild.
When Poptart decided to leave home in search of his own place in life, his parents neither encourage nor discouraged the decision. They taught him any last-minute skills they felt he needed to know and accepted his leaving as a part of life. Carrying the even attitude of his parents, Poptart met many different travelers with a lighthearted casualness. Even now, 2 years after he left on his own, Poptart has still yet to find anything he could call a purpose. He has heavily considered going to the city in hopes that he can find an answer there.