Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25129884-20151115174509/@comment-25975584-20151115235254

The Lord of Minas Morgul wrote: Name: Not known to other non-Tauredain, sinply called "The Scoripion General", though his true name will be revealed later (aka when I can find the names they use in the mod).

Race: Obviously a man

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Appearance: Tall, looks like a typical Tauredain, strongly built.

Weapons/gear: Ancient Númenórean sword, passed down as a family heirloom from a time when Númenóreans established friendships with the nobles and their families. It is the last sword left, as most have been lost in battle. He also uses a dagger he has named "Scoripion Stinger". He often poisons the dagger with potent scorpion venom. He uses a shield, and sometimes carries a spear around.

Armor: Traditional Tauredain armor, with extra gold plating on the chestplate and helmet, to show his status.

Backstory: He was born into a noble family of the Tauredain, and has since claimed the title of general. He has seen many places in Far Harad. This, of course, means he has seen the vast savannahs, the towering mountains, the muddy swamps, and the sacred jungle (cloud forest). He has a wife and children.

Personality: He is wise in strategy, but headstrong in battle. He is an overall nice person, but he enjoys killing people in painful ways. As the bloodshed grows on, he becomes less nice, to the extent where his wife and childern do not enjoy his presence. He grows arrogant with each battle won, but the Emperor continues to keep him as the Scorpion General.

Quirks: He leads the Scorpion Batallion, a group of highly trained and dangerous soldiers and assassins. They are all given a phial of scorpion venom to carry to every battle, and they shoot darts dipped in scorpion venom before shooting. To qualify for there ranks, you must destroy an entire nest of highly dangerous jungle scorpions, and bring back the tail of the largest one. His emperor recieves emissaries from khand, they appear to had ridden as fast as they could. He finds one carries a banner that fits his tastes. A human skin with a red handprint upon it. They point at him, and have a short, fast conversation before approaching the throne in their traditional manner of respect.