Goblin Name: Azgragthz (Does not use this name, he can’t pronounce it anyway)
Human Name: Kreed Anon
Age: 19
Race: ½ Goblin, ½ Human (Higher detail below)
Race detail: The Goblin half of Kreed is from a particularly vicious tribe of nomadic goblins known, or unknown, rather, as the Grezdth. The Grezdth tend to reside, however temporarily, in burrows deep in the ground. These resemble giant anthills. They are able to make these burrows quickly using their long, shovel-like nails. They often do not need to construct a burrow due to the tendency of the Grezdth to travel to places they had previously been. The Grezdth are designed to attack in packs, each being approximately 4.5 feet high when standing upright, though because of their tendency to slouch extremely they appear to be only 4 foot. Their skin is a sickly greenish color.
Kreeds human half is from a perfectly normal human girl.
Sex: Male
Hair: Kreed has black, coarse hair covering solely the top of his skull going continuing (not lengthening, but there are more hair roots) down the back of his head stopping about midway into his ears.
Eyes: Blue (One of the few traits from his mother)
Weight: 168 lbs.
Height: 5’ 8”
Weapons: Kreed carries several items that could be classified as weapons, though one in particular could be called his “primary” weapon. All these will be found below in a list format.
Pocketknife: A simple, single bladed lock blade knife. The handle is made up of black plastic and has a rather ovular shape. The blade mimics the shape of the handle except for an ovular hole located at the corner of the handle and the unsharpened side of the blade. The blade can only be put back in the handle by pressing a steel button near the bottom of the handle. The button is no distance higher than the part of the handle on which it resides.
Staff: A long, hard, polished stick of oak wood. Kreeds staff is perfectly straight and flat on both ends. The staff is approximately 6 feet in length and 1 inch in diameter. Kreed carries his staff strapped to his back. He is not particularly skilled with this weapon.
(Primary) .50 Caliber Magnum: A solid black revolver. Kreed carries this and two spare, fully loaded clips with him at all times. He carries this weapon in a specially made holster on his back, though most of the time it is gripped in his right hand.
Armor: Kreeds only armor are two iron gauntlets, one on each hand. Each gauntlet weighs approximately 1 pound.
Strengths: Kreed is an excellent shot with his .50 Cal. The majority of the time he is able to aim at a target in less than two seconds. His gauntlets also serve a purpose other than protection. If unarmed, Kreed can use his fists, punching without the need to worry about breaking any of his fingers. Kreed is also physically very strong.
Weaknesses: The odd mix of races that make up Kreed have left their mark on his body; his entire left leg is frail and is prone to sprains, fractures, and occasionally, breaks. If he overexerts himself, his leg may fail him and cause him to trip or severely injure himself. If called by his Goblin name Kreed becomes angry and may behave irrationally.
Skills/Magic: None
Appearance: Kreed is certainly not attractive. He is very pale with a slight greenish tint to his skin; the green is more pronounced in places that are usually covered by clothes. (i.e. his legs). Kreed usually wears a pair of ripped blue jeans, a white T-shirt with a colorful square pattern design in the center, and a black leather cargo vest. Kreed rarely smiles, if he does, he reveals the small Goblin teeth, nearly all canines, that fill his mouth. Contrary to earlier in this description, Kreed has several small dark green patches on both arms. On his back is a tattoo of his Goblin name.
Personality: Kreed relishes pain. The pain of others, that is. Kreed is cruel, evil, twisted, warped, and downright not-very-nice. He blames all but himself and his mother for what he is, and he is determined to take his terrible vengeance upon whoever he meets. However, he has a soft spot for blonde women with blue eyes; they remind him of his mother, who is the only person, besides himself, that he loves. Loved. His mother is dead. She was murdered.
Biography: I cannot properly begin to illustrate Kreeds life before showing how such an odd mix of races came to be. I will begin with the story of his mother, Kara. (If you are curious, Kara is 18 at the beginning of this).
The beautiful woman wearing the simple white T-shirt and jeans was walking along the mountain pass. She had no idea the terrible things to befoul her tonight.
She hummed a happy tune, taking in her surroundings. The river below, the blue sky above, even the buzzing insects seemed wonderful tonight. Lost in the beauty of nature she soon wandered much farther than she should have; it had grown dark, and the terrain was unfamiliar.
Worried, she began to walk faster, faster, faster, and faster still. She was running now, something was not right, something evil was here. She ran and ran until she finally collapsed from exhaustion. She should consider this merciful, so that she was not conscious when the Grezdth found her and took her into their burrows. They took her to their Chief, who commanded the Harvester Goblins to leave the woman with him alone.
It was that night that the beginning of Kreed formed.
~~Eight years and nine months later~~
Kara had not named her child yet, for she could find no fitting name for him. Most certainly not after his father, and she refused to use the name the Goblins had given him, for she knew it was a Goblin name, and she had guessed easily enough what must have happened to her on that night. Up until now she had merely called him K. It was easy enough to remember, the first letter of his mother’s name.
But tonight he would be given a name, one that would be the bane of humanity.
The people of the small town in Colorado had heard rumors of the strange demon-boy that was kept by the young girl Kara. She was beautiful and kind, but they saw how whenever there ever was the slightest hint that anyone would like to come the her house she would suddenly rush away, they saw that she rarely left her home for more than an hour. They had long suspected something evil lived in her home, some secret that she did not want shared.
They had put up with it long enough. After all, it was only suspicion, right? Maybe they were just paranoid. Maybe Kara was just a very antisocial person.
Then they began to hear sounds coming from her house, screams, yelps; sounds that weren’t quite human. They were sure that there was something evil living in her house. And they were going to find and destroy the inhumanity residing there, and Kara, if they had to.
Kara heard them coming, and bid her son to hide himself in the closet, to cover himself with clothes so that he would not be seen. She herself went first to her own bedroom to retrieve the rifle she kept there, then to the front room. The woman sat in a rocking chair by the smoldering fireplace, keeping the rifle out of site but where she could quickly reach it if needed. There was not going to be any bloodshed tonight if she could help it, though she would kill them all to protect her son.
Sure enough, only a few moments after Kara had sat down in the chair a banging came on the door. It was a man’s voice, gruff and angry, and it demanded to be let inside. The woman called to tell them, for she was sure there was more than one, that the door was unlocked, and she bade them come in; they mustn’t suspect that she was hiding
him, her son.
They said they knew of the demon she was hiding, and that if she surrendered,
it, peacefully, no harm would come to her. Kara did her best to look surprised, and rather affronted, and she claimed that she had no idea what they were talking about.
When they questioned her of the sounds they had heard coming from her house she merely said, “I have been having nightmares lately, it must’ve been me in my sleep.”
She would have had them convinced, if it wasn’t for the fact that one of the men saw the rifle she was concealing and cried out. Kara quickly moved to kill the nearest man, but the rest got to her first and knocked the weapon out of her hands, the just-released bullet shot through the ceiling. They restrained her, and, no matter how much she struggled, she wasn’t able to break the two mens’ hold on her arms.
Slowly and quietly, a small figure silently stepped through the small crack in the door, and he saw his mother in danger; this enraged him. His mother was the only person he had ever known. She had cared for him, loved him despite his terrible story of birth.
And now these men were hurting her.
K, as he was known, slowly took out the kitchen knife he had retrieved only minutes before and jumped on the nearest man, stabbing him in the neck.
After that it was confusion, panic, and blood; none there had seen so much blood in their lives. Finally the last people standing were K, his mother, and the two men restraining her. The first of the two men drew a pistol and aimed to kill K, but the child had seen the movement coming and jumped to the side. The man shot and a moment later K was on his back, ready to kill him.
If only the knife had moved a moment faster.
The man let loose another shot blindly, and the bullet pierced Kara through the heart, a second before K’s knife pierced his neck. The child jumped off the dead man and stared at his dying mother, then his eyes turned to the remaining man, who was defiantly pointing his weapon in K’s direction, a hard look on his face. K glared at him with hatred, his blue eyes flickering red.
There was a dash of movement, a flash of steel, a spurt of blood and the man was dead.
In the room full of dead, the Goblin Boy turned to his dying mother, a tear running down his face. Kara named her son, told him she loved him, then died.
The child, now to forever be known as Kreed, wept over his mother’s dead body all night.
For years, Kreed ran. After that night he believed he was hated by all humanity, though he had done nothing. He reasoned that they all deserved nothing but death and pain, and he was determined to give it to them.
The rest of Kreed’s life was filled with nothing but thievery, murder, and pain. He obtained his weapons by robbery, killing whoever dared stand in his way, whether with his hands or with a weapon, they died.
Kreed still does not feel that humanity has paid enough for what he has suffered, and still he seeks vengeance.
RPs:
Enemies of Humankind (Quark) (In Progress)
Ugly World (With Chari and Bradapalooza) (In Progress)
07-31-2009, 10:46 AM
