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Posted by homor - October 4th, 2008


[index]

NOTES:
*modern human media and technology has been mimicked and transported to Udyr isle via spies from Udyr's human kingdom, who wish to know more of their more civil brothers. this media has had a strong touch on the culture of the kingdom of Udyr. songs, movies, books, videos, TV's, gaming systems, and television sets are just afew of the things that have been taken and had influance on the island.

*for extra refrences on races, kingdoms, empires, and areas, please see: [1]

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the following post is a compliation profiles on charecters, these profiles will expalin their personalitys, likes/dislikes, origins, and favourite forms of media and/or food. as new charecters are introuduced, this post will be updated.

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Major charecters.
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Ronald Blackscale.

status: alive.

Age: unknown.

Race: Dwarf.

Eye color: red.

favorite song: Rolling Stones- paint it black.

likes: periods of quite relaxation, reading, meditating in his herb garden, being corrected, control and conquest.

dislikes: oppisition, loud annoying sounds, being interupted, being disturbed during his periods of relaxation or meditation, losing.

backround:
not much is known of Blackscale, his origins are completly unknown, all that is known of him is that he was originally a soilder in the Dwarven army, reached general rank, joined the high council, and eventually became highlord, after being selected by the Dwarven king himself.

the only insight he has ever given to his past is that when he was young his father told him stories of a magicial gem made from a dragon's scale.

after years of research, he finally found a source that hinted its location, he started an expidition to the area, dragging the king and several of his gurads with him.

sadly, after sacrificing the kings life, fighting the gurading dragon, and escaping the mountain as it collasped, the gem was lost in a large lake.

afterwards, he had given up his faith in the norse gods and made a pact with Loki.

since then, he has gained control of the kingdom of the Orcs, the trolls, the Ogres, and the centuar.

so far, he has been able to keep his control secret, pulling the strings of these empires from behind the scenes.

Personality-
Blackscale is a very controlling and angry man, he often loses his temper over small things, even going so far as to kill his own men over the smallest details. he has a large desire for power and control, often doing deceptive or underhanded things to get it.

when he is not after power and control he often seeks relaxation, he has a garden behind his citidel in which he attempts to get away from nosie.

he will often sit down in his garden for hours, doing nothing but deep breathing, sometimes he will bring a book with him.

regardless, he always leaves to his garden with a look of anger on his face, and come out hours later with a smile upon his face.

he also shows a large amount of inteligence, he has read through many shakespear books, and even wrote a biography on shakespear, from his birth to his death.

TIDBITS-
his favourite drink is red wine. his favourite food is spiced ramen noodels mixed with vegitibles.

he has no known realitives or friends, and his favourite actor is Orson welles.

he has one missing eye, before his pact with Loki it simply remained closed, after his pact with Loki, a small piace of the Gem he desired was put into his missing eye, it changes color based on his emotions.

"Never really got him, he was always uh...very, very cold. often emotionless, kept to Himself alot, um...the only time i ever seen him really...er...express himself was when he was angry...i always felt a sort of...umm, (how do i say this?) dark air when he was around, whenever someone looked at him he'd give them back a uhh...very cold look...yeah, very cold."
-Charles on Blackscale.

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Atlas Dawnblade.

status: alive, imprisioned.

Age: 48 (elves stop aging at adulthood.)

Race: elf.

Eye color: green.

favorite song: Pearl Jam- even flow.

likes: training, a good fight, people with courage, standing up for his values, working on technology.

dislikes: laziness, cowards, having to fix broken machienes, giving up in all its froms, failure.

BACKROUND:
not much of Atlas's origins are known, it is known that his parents moved him to gress from ynde, but much of his history before and after that is left very unclear.

it is also known that he was an inventor in his younger ages, building his own gadgets and gizmos to entertain and aid himself, however, in his adulthood he discontinued his works on his machines for unknown reasons.

in his early adult years, he was a panhandler on the streets of the capitial city of Gress, he went hungry for days on end and would normally have to steal food from shop keepers to feed himself.

he was selected by the human gurads to be one of the new ammbassators for the human's war on the Orcs, in a despreate attempt to salvage what was left of their citizenry and use them to thier advantage in the war.

their other ammbassators were all slain in attempts to make peace with the Orcs, and since most of their villages had been destroyed at that point, choice was not a factor.

this despreate attempt to save themselfs payed off, as Atlas was able to sway several kingdoms to aid the humans, and even swayed the Dwarves and Gnomes, despite no clear order to.

the human king, immpressed by Dawnblade's judgment, made him general of the human army in the war, which also payed off, as Atlas's judgement and skill drove the savage orcs back.

in later year, Atlas settled down with a gnomish wife, which drew many an odd stare from his fellow elf and dwarf.

the had a child together, whom he named Harald.

he was called for one final mission, he was told to set up camp near the Orcs capital to keep watch on them, for five years the camp would stand.

then, the camp was attacked by a large army of orcs under the command of Blackscale.

Dawnblade's wife (whom is also a fellow soilder) was able to esacpe, however, he not so lucky.

Blackscale keeps him in a small cramped room in his citidel, where gurads will, on occasuion, thrown in food for him to eat, he is able to slip his hands of the bars, but unable to open the door, or fight off Blackscale.

for now, he sits in his dark cell, and waits to be freed.

PERSONALITY:
Dawnblade is a natural born leader, he is quick thinking, able to improvise and take control in dificult situations, which is why he was chosen to lead the attack on the orcs.

however, despite his great leadership, he is not a very devout man, while he does have morals he looks at them with a very netural standpoint, he does not practice chivalry or any known system of honor, and will often also overlook morals as a means to an end.

unlike many of the local villiagers of his small dwarven town, he shows no signs of worshiping Odin, or any of the nordic gods, only showing intrest in them.

when one of his dwarven war buddies asked him why his wife was a gnome, Dawnblade replied "no one can tell you who to love, but we found a way to make it work, leaving a whole lot of questions that don't need to be anserwed." when questioned later as to how he came up with said speech, dawnblade said he "got it off some cartoon and ran with it."

TIDBITS:
Dawnblade's favorite movie is "Scarface", his favorite food is ham cooked in whine.

he still has a hobby in building small wind up toys, but his recent situation makes it hard for him.

Dawnblade was adopted by a human mother and father after being left in a basket at an orphange, when he found out, he cared very little.

his other reaitives include his wife and son, his friends include his war buddies, other than that he is mostly a loner.

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Harald dawnblade

Staus: alive

Age: 17

Race: Mixed (part elf, part gnome.)

Eye Color: blue

Favourite song: Weezer- my name is jonas

BACKROUND:

after the great Orcish war, the memories of battle and the stress of being a Hero became too much for Dawnstrider very quick.

he moved to a small dwarven village, hoping to disappear from the public light, this worked well, so well infact, that many began to speculate he had died.

in the village he met a fellow war veteran, a green haired Gnome with pig tails, whom he fell in love with due to their common intrests.

they birthed a son, whom they named Harald.

Personality-


Posted by homor - October 4th, 2008


There comes Fenris' twin
His jaws are open wide
The serpent rises from the waves

Jormundgandr twists and turns
Mighty in his wrath
The eyes are full of primal hate

Thor Odin's son
Protector of mankind
Ride to meet your fate
Your destiny awaits
Thor Hlôdyn's son
Protector of mankind
Ride to meet your fate
Ragnarök awaits

Vingthor rides to face
The snake with hammer high
At the edge of the world

Bolts of lightning fills the air
As Mjölner does its work
The dreadful serpent roars in pain

Thor Odin's son
Protector of mankind
Ride to meet your fate
Your destiny awaits
Thor Hlôdyn's son
Protector of mankind
Ride to meet your fate
Ragnarök awaits

Mighty Thor grips the snake
Firmly by it's tounge
Lifts his hammer high to strike
Soon his work is done
Vingtor sends the giant snake
Bleeding to the depth
Twilight of the thundergod
Ragnarök awaits
Twilight of the thundergod
Twilight of the thundergod
Twilight of the thundergod

Thor Odin's son
Protector of mankind
Ride to meet your fate
Your destiny awaits
Thor Hlôdyn's son
Protector of mankind
Ride to meet your fate
Ragnarök awaits

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i know this has nothing to do with halloween, i just thought this was awesome enough to warrent its own blog post.


Posted by homor - October 2nd, 2008


in case you haven't figured it out yet, i'll be making halloween themed posts throughout all of October.

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You're with your baby
And you're parked alone
On a summer night
You're deep in love
But you're deeper in the woods
You think you're doin' alright

Did you hear that voice
Did you see that face
Or was it just a dream
This can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen

Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole

You're swimmin' with your girl
Out on lovers' lake
And the wind blows cold
It chills your bones
But you're still on the make
That's a bad mistake

But the moon was full
And you had a chance
To be all alone
But you're not alone
This is your last dance
And your last romance

Yeah, cause he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole

Oh, if you see him comin'
Get away if you can
Just keep on runnin'
Run as fast as you can
He's a dangerous, dangerous man

And he's out tonight
And he's watchin' you
And he knows your house
No, don't turn out the lights

Yeah, cause he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your soul

He's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your soul

He's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your soul

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Posted by homor - October 1st, 2008


Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...

Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green

Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everybody scream

In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair

I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare

That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween

In this town

Don't we love it now?
Everyone's waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy

Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la la la-la
La la la la-la
La la la la-la la la-la la
Whoo!

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welcome to halloween season!


Posted by homor - October 1st, 2008


So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the n****rs feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

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Posted by homor - September 29th, 2008


All aboard!
HA HA HA HA HA HA!
I I I I I I I I
Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe, it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah yeah yeah

<guitar solo>

Heirs of the Cold War, that's what we've become
Inheireted troubles, I'm mentally numb!
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair!

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

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Posted by homor - September 27th, 2008


White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives

Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills run for your lives

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Posted by homor - September 26th, 2008


I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun dont shine
The past was yours
But the futures mine
Youre all out of time

I dont feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes

She bangs the drums

Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel

How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel

How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel

How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel

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this the first song i ever beat in GH3.


Posted by homor - September 25th, 2008


On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight
And the darkness is falling down and the times are tough all right
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel
Through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shore

On the blackest plains in hells domain
We watch them as they go
Through fire and pain and once again we know

so now we fly ever free
We're free before the thunderstorm
On towards the wilderness our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls

So far away we wait for the day
For the the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They raise their hands to the heavens above
with resentment to their eyes.
Running back through the mid-morning light
There's a burning in my heart
We're banished from the time in the fallen land
To a life beyond the stars

In your blackest dreams we do believe
Our destiny this time
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight

And on the wings of a dream
So far beyond reality
All alone in desperation
Now the time is gone

Lost inside you'll never find
Lost within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on

So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

Whoah, whoah, whoooooah, whoah, whoah, whoooooah

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard now can we understand
I'll break the seal of this curse if i possibly can
For freedom of every man

So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

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Posted by homor - September 25th, 2008


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