__________________QUICK STATS


Name Khatgrozz Of Kishann's Roar
Age43
Gender Male
Species Green Pureblood Orc
Height7'7
OccupationWarchief


__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF


Physical Description
A severely traditional orc. Barbarian ornaments reign supreme lightly coating highly dense muscle. Skulls and furs of slain monsters drown Khatgrozz as a seasoned warrior. A grass green massive orc weighting around 900-1000 lb of aggressively lean muscle. A headful of healthy black braided dreads hanging low to his elbows. Sharpened bones twist and weave ceremonialistly down his dreads supported by his neck that was equivalent to a tree log. 

Personality
Barbarian in appearance and just as much in personality. Holding tradition and culture over practicality. Warchief Khatgrozz is very much the embodiment of a man who is peaceful because he has unattainable violence that nobody wants to contest. Becoming a warrior of sustained confidence built by the amount of combat prowess of himself and his brothers and sisters.

History
Warchief Khatgrozz and his tribe called Kishann's Roar are traveling nomads going wherever they please. Remaining mostly unprovoked as they have stayed in the peace of neutral areas. Now residing in the lush forests of Serendipity Riverlands.

At the end of the day there was softness in the air, a monumental comfort in knowing that around these parts was ever-present love. Fresh sanguine blood dripped down its hands. The warmth of an open body was a consistent pleasure to the construct. What looked like a mass of surgically peeled meat was originally a deer, carefully deconstructed for assimilation. In one of its many hands it assimilated its brain and loved the simplicity of its mind.

 The natural cycle of life and death was simple in forest lands away from civilization.  The necromized construct had gazed into the sunrays that escaped through the forests leaves. Taking a moment to pause in the movement of river winds. Sound tickling. There was this vast sensation in its bones when it had realized the spectacle of modern civilization, hardly older than itself.

The titillating progression of this society might've been a bore but the advancement from caveman to massive iron kingdoms in quick succession brought it some eagerness.  The virus-ridden construct took it in, the social networks at work connecting every town and kingdom together, an addictive economy of constant demand and unrest.

What most people would excuse as a repetitive curse of everyday labor, the construct saw it as a puzzle to solve. It wanted to understand this world's needs and how to make it more simplistic like the deer it just hunted. The necromorph was only a few days old, however in that time it had already absorbed the ability to comprehend language. It learned that language is understandably complex but there was an unnecessarily manipulative evil that wasn't present in animals.

It carried five decapitated undying heads, plagued with necromantic energy. Their eyes glared in unison, a compulsive craving, some would say an inappropriate appetite, purging even, for accumulating biomass. In the many arms of several lengths it had carried the heads of farmers. Pue Amberbrand and her father Karvor Amberbrand, absorbing their bodies, consciousness and intellect. For the past few days the construct had a longful itch that forest creatures couldn't scratch. Unlike the animals of the forest it had found a conscious purpose in this world, a primal one. A purpose that was driven by the understanding of true love and peace that only single-minded creatures had. That it wanted to share that peace with the civilizations around and the only way of doing that was assimilation of body and soul.

Within the next few days of birth it had confronted traveling merchants on the roads. The word would go around that a demonic beast was spotted in the roads, screaming at them. Some of them would go missing without a trail but the ones who fled and escaped had only described the monster as hundreds of limbs carrying cow heads.

The swarming construct waited patiently for the next wanderer before revealing itself. Covered in the shadows of  trees and behind the green of bushes. Besides the monstrous and shapeless appearance it was now carrying religious doctrines in many hands. Garbing its arms in red silks and handling stolen weapons, praising them high in worship of itself. "SALVATION. CONVERT TO US." An angelic voice coming from the decapitated head of a girl, resting in a palm that centered their view.

What are your favorite kinds of plots and relationships to play?
Coming from a superhero and sci-fi RP background made me pretty experienced in expecting political and war roleplays. Where there is a slow build up until dramatic conflict and trauma between sides/characters begin to ensue. This ends up leaning towards months or even years of world building and planning. However, I'm pretty chill with anything tbh

What are your least favorite kinds of plots and relationships to play?
I like speed and the theatrical so if a plot isn't very dramatic or adventurous THEN I WILL MAKE IT ONE.

What are your favorite character types to play?
I usually tend to play psychopathic characters very well. I will always try to make massive monster hordes which takes months to world build but will probably end up making a normal human on the way to ease any creative itching. I like starting barebones in personality and build them up based on their setting, becoming a product of their environment. 

Are you a planner or a pantser? Do you prefer to pre-plan and stick to a script when posting, or do you prefer to surprise and be surprised?
I will always plan an introduction then massively improvise depending on characters IC actions. I will have a end-game goal in mind but how and when I get there will be determined on others.

How do you feel about group threads?
I usually make events or stories that are more suited for groups because I'm a horde/cultist type of writer, usually. I have had a lot of practice in rps where it was just me interacting with multiple other writers (up to 7 at one point) and successfully satisfying all their needs.

How often can you reply to any given thread? How long should a partner wait before nudging you for a post?
Depending on my partners schedule and mine. Desired post length. It can vary from once or twice a day. If I'm responding to multiple characters in one post it can take a day or two.

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?
Weeks. But if they wana continue then just ask yeyeye

How do you feel about instant messenger RP?
I didn't know that was a thing.

How do you feel about post volleying/rapidfire RP?
I've never done it but I'm willing to try

What's your preferred posting style? Long posts? Short posts? Anything and everything?
I like the 3-7 paragraph range for me. If I'm juggling multiple characters then it will go beyond that. The people I'm roleplaying with can post however they want. I usually write very graphic content (gore) and oversell A LOT

Any RP styles/habits that you love?
I've had a lot of success with characters that are trying to slay or collect a bounty. I usually play a evil sided character so interacting with true blues and military types is great for me.

Any RP styles/habits that you avoid?
I can vibe with pretty much anything


What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?
I don't mind anything as long as it's reasonable. I will always try to sell everything despite power levels be it a physical sell or emotional one.

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?
I doubted anyone wanted to date any of my creations UNTIL THIS ONE GIRL, SHE WAS FREAKY. IT WAS NOT OK. I DID GO ALONG WITH IT THOUGH.

What are your limits with regards to graphic content such as sex, violence, drug use, sexual assault, etc? What is your comfort level?
No limits besides snoo-snoo. Time skip it LOL.

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?
As long as it doesn't offend anyone ig. I have no opinion.

What about healing?
As long as it's reasonable to the plot.

What about characters being transformed against their will?
As long as it's reasonable to the plot.

Anything else?
I vibe w anything

"Look!" A daughter pulled on the sleeve of her father. Eyes in awe.
"A shooting star!" Pointing with the tippy top of her finger was a construct entering the atmosphere. Like a masterstroke against the canvas sky, it loomed the question of mystical might.

At first glance, it indeed was a falling rarity but the father didn't need a lot of magical sense to understand. It glazed and twisted reality, turning and circling disobeying laws of physics. "Get inside." The farmer's words struck true, his land was one of herds and cultivation. The usually docile herds had awoken with clenched teeth. Anyone would have understood the blight that was upon them as the cows screamed. Dreadful presence gravitated upon them as the blazing light purchased their sights with pain. It took one final turn, changing its flight path in the direction of farmland, seeking prospering life. 


It gurgled the midnight sky, quieting moonlight in red. It shrieked fire and swarmed with blinding heat as gravity pulled. From the stars beyond, a madness has fallen and will soon rebirth the world into a fetus-esque state, drowning in its cosmic wavelength.

An unforeseen anomaly crashed down from the void of infinite space. Internal lunacy rabidly spawned from its crater, centered in a burning farm, was now a grinding pit. Screams of terror as wildlife, herds and family were pulled. Feeding a shapeless chitin-like stone, etched with hellred markings, had cursed the surviving fleshed forms around to ritualistically attach themselves together around its rock body. Crushing bone and tendons into nameless pools of terraforming until the meteorite took form as a necrotized construct. Becoming a conscious embodiment of plagued necromantic and primal energy



A smooth chitin construct with the repetitive pattern of talking decapitated heads in the palms of many humanoid arms. A nameless pool of limbs had crabbed itself into the edges of the construct, standing itself on many muscular legs borrowed from a mixture of cows and horses. Moving like a freshly evolved lifeform, basic but efficient having animal legs on the bottom of its shell similarly to a potato bug. Randomly attached antenna-like arms surround its upper side which could reasonably be its torso, a few of them holding five heads as selective voices. Two of the five are the decapitated heads of a deranged cows, one is a golden retriever puppy and the other two are the human heads of a daughter and father. The freshly birthed construct stands a fluctuating height depending on its accumulation of organic mass. Averaging 7-8ft.

THE VOICE OF DIVINITY
A teenage female human head has become one with the necrotized hivemind. Yet they can still recall their original names. Her head is still fully intact and forever bleeding neckdown in perpetual regeneration. A saddened look in her jaded green eyes with bloodied blonde hair, the freckled girls personality has been corrupted by the construct believing that her new form is completely divine. Pue Amberbrand is the constructs favored head to communicate having a softer and innocent subtly in her voice.

THE VOICE OF THE DEVOURED
The fathers head was not so easily infected, still having some semblance of agony. It is a rather unsettling scenario but the construct keeps his voice because it finds Karvor Amberbrand entertaining enough in his sorrow. Tormenting the man as the necromorphed daughter pillages forests of wildlife.

THE VOICE OF THE HUNTER
A rather optimistic puppy in the hands of its new caretaker. The puppy was found abandoned and left to stray. Pue found some sympathy for it and convinced the construct to use it. Naming the golden retriever "Nordol" The dog is the respectful nose of the hive mind that seeks biomass to accumulate.

For what is known locally is that a brutal evil slowly travels towards the fell.