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Arepo Character Sheet; AREPO
Topic Started: Jun 10 2016, 10:56 PM (31 Views)
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Name: AREPO the Caller

Age: 137 years old

Gender: Man

Race: Half-Titan

Faith: He’s never relied on the gods before, why should he start now?

Height / Weight: 9’’2 / 722lb (1034 lb in armor)

Occupation: Warlord, Mercenary, Father of a Nation, Head of Government


Residence: In the camp of the Lost Horde in ruins near Yuli.

History and Physical Description

Physical Description:

Skin tone: Naturally Olive, but it has since tanned in the sun to a bronze color.
Eye color: Grey with flecks of Green-Gold
Hair Color/ Type: Naturally wavy brown hair that has since been bleached by the sun. This also goes for his beard.

Appearance: AREPO is, in a word, statuesque. His bronze skin and appearance of his heritage make him into a living mold of a work of art. Strength and courage line his face and in there also lies hard won wisdom. He is not unmarked, however. Scars along his face show a harsh life: a crescent moon breaks the bronze around his left eye and his nose has been split through his to his chin. He is a man of strong build, barrel chested and a thick belly. As will all of his kind, he might have been carved from marble.

His hair is shaved short on the sides, and the top stands on end. His beard curls around itself in loose loops that create columns bound in golden rings.

His body is ink-marked with ancient motifs of animals and trees. All of them a personal charm and a public warning. A torc he wears around his neck, and his wrists and arms.

Personality: AREPO’s personality is rather complex. He is fun-loving, and friendly, but charismatic and charming as well, and all the while, his tone of voice and body language command respect. AREPO is quick to forgive small offenses, but bitter retribution is the wages grave insults. He is generous, eager to share, and genuinely wishes to get along with others. However, and he will tell you this with solemn conviction, he will slaughter a thousand of his enemies children if it means his people’s children will live.

Martial Abilities:
Combat Veteran
Field Commander
AREPO likes to control the battlefield.

Relationships: “I am married to the dream of a land for my people.”


Public History: Creaks and moans of wagon wheels and the footfalls of animals bounced off the canyon walls. The wind raced through the canyon, bringing with it dust and foreboding. And there was good reason. Along the narrow path, a cart was turned over along the path. two of the men, cloaked against the chilling autumn wind hopped off their brightly colored wagon, and attempted to move it aside. . A massive gust of wind charged through the canyon that tore the cloak from around its owner. Glint of platemail shined underneath. Dark shaped rose up from around the rocks on the canyon walls, and a man will a great belly stepped out saying, ‘Alright...give us your stuff, and we’ll let ya through…No tricks!” he pointed to the archers hiding in the rocks.

The two men looked at each other. One was older with a great, red beard and fair skin. Wrinkles on his hard face furrowed. The other was young and swarthy.

“Well, AREPO, what do you want to do?” The older man asked.

“Well, Barabas, it doesn’t seem like there’s much choice…”

“Right.”

Barabas was swift, producing a pistol, and firing it, hitting the fat man in the gut. AERPO ducked down, and pulled his helmet from his cloak. The red and gold crest shifted in the wind.
Rifle fire and arrows came from the wagons, hitting the rocks near the archers. Warriors spilled out of the wagons with their shields and weapons. Cloaks flapped in the gust and sand rolled. Blood was spilled.

The fat man left a red trail as he crawled away, gut shot. A massive boot stomped on his back, and the fat man cried out in pain, and was then released. The fat man turned over and saw the great crest of AREPO silhouetted the against the sun. He looked down over him and beheld his axe unbloodied. “I thought all you giants was cowards...easy..”He laughed. “Guess I was lied to…” “Where is your camp?” The fat man was silent a moment. “Let me live?” AREPO stuck out his hand, and a warm, white light emanated from it. Flesh sew itself together in the fat man’s gut, and the bullet found its way out. AREPO offered the man his hand. The Fat Man took it. AREPO towered over the man as he looked down on him, placing the beard of his axe around the Fat Man’s neck.

“No tricks.”


The Fat Man’s camp was a ruin crowned hill. The skirmish was a simple matter, and the light was fading. The Lost Horde’s wounded were being taken care of and the dead were being buried. AREPO was at the top of the ruin’s tower eating an apple retrieved from the Fat Man’s stores. In his other hand was the flapping banner of the Lost Horde: An Iron Bound Tree silhouetted in black on a Forest Green field. Flanked by his captors, the Fat Man was brought to AREPO.

“What is that light in the distance?”, AREPO asked his prisoner.

“That there’s Yuli…” The Fat Man said as he walked to the Giant’s side. He looked at the banner which now flew over his former camp.

“Which flag is it under?”

“It’s stand-alone. City State.”

“Who rules it?”
“A group’a wizards that calls themselves “Warlocks”, er something. You thinking about taking it? No way...not with your lot…”

Barabas made his presence known behind the Fat Man. AREPO was silent for a moment.

“So…” the Fat Man continued. “What about me, eh?”

AREPO looked down at the Fat Man, and said, “I do believe our business is concluded.” He then planted the flag of the Lost Horde in the rubble of the tower. “Throw him off, Barabas.”

The Fat Man screamed and cursed as he was lifted off his feet and over the Giant Barabas’ head and launched off from the tower’s height. His screams lasted only a moment. “Bird released from its cage, eh?” AREPO said.
He marched down from the tower’s height, asking for reports.


“The camp is defensible”, Barabas said. “We can get everyone in. Repair some of the walls.”

“I want the place cleared before we bring the children in. They don’t need to see this.” He replied quietly. “And get a scouting party ready to go. I want to know the surrounding area.” He swiftly turned to Barabas and said in a low voice. “I want to know Yuli…” “Right.”

AREPO called out, “Alright! I want these bastards in the ground, and I want the wagons brought in. Defensive circle! Standard watch tonight! We’ll be staying here a while!”

The Horde cheered. This might become home.

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