Post by Tzimekh on Oct 1, 2020 22:50:50 GMT -5
Played by: kaiidth is that how we make links to profiles now
Quick Takeaway:
5’6ish. B I G. Face like a sucker punch.
Somewhere between teens and middle age if she were a human, but who really knows, considering.
Beard down to her belly. Stubble-bald head.
Kind of vacant look in her eyes, like y’know, somebody who doesn’t remember a damn thing.
She doesn’t. She might not forget new things though, right? Probably.
Description
When a dwarf and an orc love each other very, very much…
Or maybe when a dwarf and an orc hate each other very, very much…
Whatever, you get the point. Maybe all Tzimekh has is her name, but she’s pretty clearly not your run-of-the-mill human. For one, her skin is the color of dried blood, which isn’t so far from a normal color, but it’s just too unsettlingly close to being super actually red. Also, humans don’t normally have little tusks jutting up from their bottom jaw. The strange combination of her parentage has given her a relatively normal humanish sort of height, somewhere between five and six feet depending on the boots of the day, but she sure is built like a double-brick shithouse. A stone one? Look, she’s got muscles for days and a healthy layer of fat besides. All the better to kick ass. Does she kick ass? No really, do you know if she does? It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.
Tzi’s got a face only a mother could love; her nose is missing half of it and skews off to one side besides, one of her ears has a hole in it, and she’s got a days-worth of reddish stubble on what is really not a head meant for baldness. Her tusks are almost lost in the midst of a coppery beard and ‘stache that aren’t un-kempt but aren’t exactly kept up, really, long enough to be captured in the occasional braid or intricate design if she’s feeling it. The scar likely from the same trouble that lost her one of her nostrils moves jaggedly up over an eye, not so much a cool scar as one pretty deeply unsettling to behold. At least the eye is still there? Sure, the eyelid might be a little...uneven...but look, we can’t all be beauty queens. And with guns like these (...not actual guns. biceps.), who needs to be pretty, amirite.
Personality;
Tzimekh is a heavily concussed dworc who just landed on a completely different planet so hard that she had to spend three weeks getting her brains magicked back into the correct working order. There’s a pretty good chance she’ll never remember a damn thing about whoever she might have been, and it’s hard to have a set personality when you don’t have the first idea who you are. She’ll probably get there eventually. Or maybe she just doesn’t want anybody to know what’s going on inside of that sweet, sweet head of hers. Maybe it’s none of your business. (jk it’s definitely the brains thing, definitely not that or laziness.)
History;
For all Tzimekh knows, she could have been anybody, Before. She’s not that now, though, and she’s just going to have to figure out where she stands. Or maybe she’ll remember, and remember that she was a kindergarten teacher who loved to go to PTA meetings even though she didn’t have any kids, or something. Or she was a mercenary. Or a surfing champion. Maybe she was a die-hard hippie who lived in the middle of a forest after a childhood spent in some pretty terrible conditions. (It was probably that last, but look, let’s hold out hope for soccer mom.)
Quick Takeaway:
5’6ish. B I G. Face like a sucker punch.
Somewhere between teens and middle age if she were a human, but who really knows, considering.
Beard down to her belly. Stubble-bald head.
Kind of vacant look in her eyes, like y’know, somebody who doesn’t remember a damn thing.
She doesn’t. She might not forget new things though, right? Probably.
Description
When a dwarf and an orc love each other very, very much…
Or maybe when a dwarf and an orc hate each other very, very much…
Whatever, you get the point. Maybe all Tzimekh has is her name, but she’s pretty clearly not your run-of-the-mill human. For one, her skin is the color of dried blood, which isn’t so far from a normal color, but it’s just too unsettlingly close to being super actually red. Also, humans don’t normally have little tusks jutting up from their bottom jaw. The strange combination of her parentage has given her a relatively normal humanish sort of height, somewhere between five and six feet depending on the boots of the day, but she sure is built like a double-brick shithouse. A stone one? Look, she’s got muscles for days and a healthy layer of fat besides. All the better to kick ass. Does she kick ass? No really, do you know if she does? It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.
Tzi’s got a face only a mother could love; her nose is missing half of it and skews off to one side besides, one of her ears has a hole in it, and she’s got a days-worth of reddish stubble on what is really not a head meant for baldness. Her tusks are almost lost in the midst of a coppery beard and ‘stache that aren’t un-kempt but aren’t exactly kept up, really, long enough to be captured in the occasional braid or intricate design if she’s feeling it. The scar likely from the same trouble that lost her one of her nostrils moves jaggedly up over an eye, not so much a cool scar as one pretty deeply unsettling to behold. At least the eye is still there? Sure, the eyelid might be a little...uneven...but look, we can’t all be beauty queens. And with guns like these (...not actual guns. biceps.), who needs to be pretty, amirite.
Personality;
Tzimekh is a heavily concussed dworc who just landed on a completely different planet so hard that she had to spend three weeks getting her brains magicked back into the correct working order. There’s a pretty good chance she’ll never remember a damn thing about whoever she might have been, and it’s hard to have a set personality when you don’t have the first idea who you are. She’ll probably get there eventually. Or maybe she just doesn’t want anybody to know what’s going on inside of that sweet, sweet head of hers. Maybe it’s none of your business. (jk it’s definitely the brains thing, definitely not that or laziness.)
History;
For all Tzimekh knows, she could have been anybody, Before. She’s not that now, though, and she’s just going to have to figure out where she stands. Or maybe she’ll remember, and remember that she was a kindergarten teacher who loved to go to PTA meetings even though she didn’t have any kids, or something. Or she was a mercenary. Or a surfing champion. Maybe she was a die-hard hippie who lived in the middle of a forest after a childhood spent in some pretty terrible conditions. (It was probably that last, but look, let’s hold out hope for soccer mom.)
