Difference between revisions of "Sulking Boar"
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
Sulking Boar (talk | contribs) m |
Sulking Boar (talk | contribs) m |
||
| Line 32: | Line 32: | ||
<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. Nunc facilisis tellus sem, at suscipit nunc semper sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras vehicula vehicula risus vitae molestie. Mauris dui dui, rhoncus vitae lacus vitae, varius blandit metus. Maecenas ipsum justo, varius at tortor sit amet, scelerisque elementum arcu. Maecenas consectetur libero in mi molestie facilisis. Nam nec lectus pellentesque, ullamcorper tellus semper, sollicitudin nulla. Nam eget nulla sed nulla tincidunt ultrices quis a sapien. Ut faucibus bibendum nulla, ut ultrices dolor convallis in. Nam efficitur dui nec dolor pretium tempor. Nam tempor vestibulum eros, sed eleifend odio congue quis. Duis laoreet sodales augue, at mollis risus malesuada et. </div> | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#444146;font-family:Georgia;">Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. Nunc facilisis tellus sem, at suscipit nunc semper sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras vehicula vehicula risus vitae molestie. Mauris dui dui, rhoncus vitae lacus vitae, varius blandit metus. Maecenas ipsum justo, varius at tortor sit amet, scelerisque elementum arcu. Maecenas consectetur libero in mi molestie facilisis. Nam nec lectus pellentesque, ullamcorper tellus semper, sollicitudin nulla. Nam eget nulla sed nulla tincidunt ultrices quis a sapien. Ut faucibus bibendum nulla, ut ultrices dolor convallis in. Nam efficitur dui nec dolor pretium tempor. Nam tempor vestibulum eros, sed eleifend odio congue quis. Duis laoreet sodales augue, at mollis risus malesuada et. </div> | ||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
<div align=center><table style="position:center;" width="90%"> | <div align=center><table style="position:center;" width="90%"> | ||
| Line 42: | Line 38: | ||
<div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3> | <div style="padding:10px 35px;background: #000000;font-size:14px;color:#ffffff;font-family:Georgia;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black"><center>'''L I K E S'''</center></div></h3> | ||
| − | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''$$$ GIL $$$'''. Or more specifically, the sound of | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''$$$ GIL $$$'''. Or more specifically, the sound of clinking jewels, the feel of luxurious fabric brushing his skin, and three or more decadent meals a day, with hearty snacks in between.</font></div> |
| − | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Dark Environments''' | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Dark Environments'''.</font></div> |
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Long Naps & Long Baths'''.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Long Naps & Long Baths'''.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Cats'''. Moogles count. Miqo'te don't.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Cats'''. Moogles count. Miqo'te don't.</font></div> | ||
| Line 55: | Line 51: | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Ul'dah'''. Moon should've smashed it.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Ul'dah'''. Moon should've smashed it.</font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Meatless Meals'''.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Meatless Meals'''.</font></div> | ||
| − | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">''' | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Large Crowds'''.</font></div> |
| + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Being Alone'''. Ironically. Though, his cat keeps him company most of the time.</font></div> | ||
| + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Swift Judgments'''.</font></div> | ||
| Line 63: | Line 61: | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Repurposing Death'''. Taxidermy, bleaching and carving bone, curing hides, rendering fat into candles, extracting and preserving the eyes, glands, and various other parts of creatures that have ritual or alchemical value. </font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Repurposing Death'''. Taxidermy, bleaching and carving bone, curing hides, rendering fat into candles, extracting and preserving the eyes, glands, and various other parts of creatures that have ritual or alchemical value. </font></div> | ||
: <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Turning a profit off of the above'''.</font></div> | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Turning a profit off of the above'''.</font></div> | ||
| − | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Pampering | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia"><font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <font style="color:#444146;">'''Pampering Ira'''.</font></div> |
</tr> | </tr> | ||
</table></div> | </table></div> | ||
Revision as of 04:16, 19 February 2018
 [edit]
Scratching eight fulms tall, Boar is a great, big lumbering thing. He possesses excessively wide shoulders to match an excessively wide gait, and hands large enough that they look ill-suited to picking up average-sized tools, let alone performing any task that requires precision (yet his long nails are always painted and cared for). Atop a reasonable amount of core muscle, Boar carries a few hundred extra ponze, which round out his features and settle into a prominent gut that sticks far out in front of him. Often, his small, sleepy eyes are obscured by a mane-like head of black hair. It appears disheveled at a glance, yet is in fact just cut that way: haphazardly, and into many uneven layers. They have a habit of falling over his face in heavy chunks, sometimes concealing almost everything but his underbite, and the breeze is more likely to brush them back out of the way than he is. A windless day will ensure they never move despite the desert heat, tacked in place by sweat. What he's hiding is what some might consider a chronic baby face: permanently pouting lips, cherubic cheeks, a stout, black-tipped nose. Any mention of the word cute will cause him to grimace and/or groan. Or to turn and leave promptly. Aspects That Stand Out:
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. Nunc facilisis tellus sem, at suscipit nunc semper sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras vehicula vehicula risus vitae molestie. Mauris dui dui, rhoncus vitae lacus vitae, varius blandit metus. Maecenas ipsum justo, varius at tortor sit amet, scelerisque elementum arcu. Maecenas consectetur libero in mi molestie facilisis. Nam nec lectus pellentesque, ullamcorper tellus semper, sollicitudin nulla. Nam eget nulla sed nulla tincidunt ultrices quis a sapien. Ut faucibus bibendum nulla, ut ultrices dolor convallis in. Nam efficitur dui nec dolor pretium tempor. Nam tempor vestibulum eros, sed eleifend odio congue quis. Duis laoreet sodales augue, at mollis risus malesuada et.
Born Ganzeyn Guldlorasyn to a young single mother, the one day-mercenary went from doughy infant to pudgy toddler, spending nearly every waking hour of his little life pampered, coddled, and doted upon, before Guldlora passed away suddenly, quietly—and as the chirurgeons ruled it—from natural causes in her sleep. Her Will read thus: every coin she'd earned working at the lapidary would be relinquished to Thal's tithe. In exchange, the Ossuary was to make absolutely certain her son was cared for. Regarding this, Guldlora was exhaustively specific, going so far as to include an exact regimen.
The congregation at Arrzaneth approached this request with (albeit scoffing) seriousness, it being their duty to the honor the final wishes of well-paying devotees, no matter how trifling or ridiculous. However, they did not have to debate exactly how they planned to fulfill Guldlora's for long. To the surprise of most of their order, Onzonza Onza—though infamous for her crabbiness among their ranks—rose to the task. When Guldlora lived, she'd crafted Onzonza a scepter etched with the most detailed relief of a serpent biting a man in half she'd ever seen. For that, she made the necessary preparations for Ganzeyn to be moved into the dormitory next to hers, and when her schedule allowed it, she would see to it that the boy was taught all he needed. In time, he'd become one of their own—if he so chose. Such was how the reclusive denizens of Arrzaneth Ossuary found themselves plagued by a large child waddling through their halls, wailing at obscene hours. And how Ganzeyn eventually came to feel at home in its heavy shadows, surrounded by scripture and frankincense-scented death. He was a withdrawn youth, quiet and not terribly confident, but still eager. He'd happily do whatever he was told. Likewise, his seniors were happy to entrust him with their errands, if it stopped the big lout from looming around them. Any time a heavy casket needed to be toted to and fro, he was usually called upon. Ganzeyn learned everything there was to know about preparing the dead for burial when he was ultimately drafted as a mortician's assistant. This was all well before he was old enough to take the order's vows and begin practicing magic. (==wip==)
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. Nunc facilisis tellus sem, at suscipit nunc semper sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras vehicula vehicula risus vitae molestie. Mauris dui dui, rhoncus vitae lacus vitae, varius blandit metus. Maecenas ipsum justo, varius at tortor sit amet, scelerisque elementum arcu. Maecenas consectetur libero in mi molestie facilisis. Nam nec lectus pellentesque, ullamcorper tellus semper, sollicitudin nulla. Nam eget nulla sed nulla tincidunt ultrices quis a sapien. Ut faucibus bibendum nulla, ut ultrices dolor convallis in. Nam efficitur dui nec dolor pretium tempor. Nam tempor vestibulum eros, sed eleifend odio congue quis. Duis laoreet sodales augue, at mollis risus malesuada et.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pretium at magna nec volutpat. Ut et fermentum erat, a eleifend justo. Nunc facilisis tellus sem, at suscipit nunc semper sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras vehicula vehicula risus vitae molestie. Mauris dui dui, rhoncus vitae lacus vitae, varius blandit metus. Maecenas ipsum justo, varius at tortor sit amet, scelerisque elementum arcu. Maecenas consectetur libero in mi molestie facilisis. Nam nec lectus pellentesque, ullamcorper tellus semper, sollicitudin nulla. Nam eget nulla sed nulla tincidunt ultrices quis a sapien. Ut faucibus bibendum nulla, ut ultrices dolor convallis in. Nam efficitur dui nec dolor pretium tempor. Nam tempor vestibulum eros, sed eleifend odio congue quis. Duis laoreet sodales augue, at mollis risus malesuada et.
|
Template made by User:Abelia Kir Armiger and free for use! |
