The Bull
On this page... (hide)
- 1. Appearance
- 1.1 Palette
- 1.2 Clothing and Accessories
- 2. Personality
- 2.1 Ideals
- 3. Relations
- 3.1 Family: ---
- 3.2 Pack Relations
- 3.3 External Relations
- 4. Skills and Inventory
- 5. History
- 5.1 Overview
- 5.2 Timeline
- 5.3 Achievements
The Bull is the only child of two unnamed parents, born in Black Canyon, CO.. From a young age, he was taken from his birth home and transported all the way to the Mojave Desert as a slave to a group of traders. After fighting as a gladiator for some time, he won his freedom and place among a different group of travelling raiders, shifting throughout the ranks after moving with them to the Grand Canyon. Eventually, he parted ways with the band on his own to be a solo bounty hunter, making his way to the Eastern Coast over time.
After taking a few odd jobs (including grave robbing) after arriving in Nova Scotia, The Bull was hired by Elphaba Revlis of Salsola to be her bodyguard and hired muscle, and was accepted as an Associate in Salsola.
Overview | |||
Basics |
Heritage |
NPCs |
Etc. |
~50% Mackenzie Valley Wolf |
Given Name: ---
|
|
|
Pack Information |
OOC Assumptions! |
Plot Opportunities! | |
Loner (April 2017)
|
|
|
1. Appearance
1.1 Palette
EssentialsBorn into a hard life, The Bull is built for hardy survival and a life on his feet. Overall, his base coloration is pale with little variation with the exception of his singular green eye. Only in certain places does his fur turn a darker grey color, but he generally looks like something out of an arctic climate. Nearly all the scars he has are old and covered by thick white fur. The only scars visible are the ones that run over his blind left eye. His build is quite average in athleticism but resilient and strong, a balance of speed and strength. If it wasn't for his style of dress and distinct accessories, The Bull would likely blend in with a group and seem rather unnoticeable. However, given that he learned to be humanized in appearance for sake of protection, The Bull does tend to stick out like a sore thumb. His thick mane is braided into rows on each side that merge into central loose braids, three on each side of his neck, and a singular row of braids on top of his head. |
Fur.Bison Hide (#C2BAA6)
.Foggy Grey (#CFCBB8)
.Moon Mist (#DBD9C9)
.Satin Linen (#E6E4D8)
.Envy (#91A48B)
.Fuscous Grey (#4B4845)
Coloration
|
98 lbs (44 kg) | |
165 lbs (75 kg) | |||
325 lbs (147 kg) |
1.2 Clothing and Accessories
Clothes.Shark (#191C1C)
.Night Rider (#211410)
.Dune (#302f28)
.Eclipse (#301d18)
.Mondo (#473c2f)
.Soya Bean (#5a5248)
.Sand Dune (#847664)
.Cabbage Point (#394331)
.Metallic Bronze (#3f2e18)
.Dorado (#5e5450)
.Akaroa (#dbd0ad)
.Muesli (#a77657)
|
Picture |
Scars
Accessories
Misc
|
Images
2. Personality
Jerkass Façade •Conflicting Loyalty • Mook-Face Turn • The Spartan Way • Stockholm Syndrome • Conditioned to Accept Horror • The Drifter • Social Darwinist
The Bull has lived a hard life thus far and he is very much a product of his environment. Despite what he has been forced through, his views reflect that of his captors-turned-bandmates whether that was intended or not. Many of his views can be simplified into a form of "Social Darwinism", though harsh and not necessarily true. For him, the strongest were deemed the fittest by default and since nothing has proved it wrong, it's stayed that way for quite some time. He is not very easily swayed in his views, though his convictions change constantly to benefit his own survival. His gladiator upbringing made him ruthless and cold in regards to the lives of others, willingly sacrificing them for the sake of his own. He's done some gruesome killing in his time and it's shaped him permanently. However, there are some parts of him that are more charitable than he would want to admit. Forcing a tough exterior has been less and less hard for him as time went on, but there's a sliver of humanity that remains in him yet. Still, he forces it down to make sure that it doesn't get the better of his sense of survival, not wanting anything he does to be for naught.
Still, he has a strong sense of determination and willful disregard of others, leaving him alone much of the time due to his vigilance around groups. His experience leads him to believe that anyone and everyone could be ready to strike him down and so he remains always prepared to retaliate. Sinking himself into an "Us versus Them" mentality keeps him cold and detached, callous to the concept of camaraderie.
- Determined Willful Dauntless Vigilant Flexible Quiet
- Selfish Merciless Deceitful Cold Detached Inhumane Callous
Interaction
- Scent: Clay, Sage, Salt, Pine, Juniper
- Speech: Deep, Gravelly/Raspy voice. Very much like Wrex from Mass Effect or Ornn from League of Legends.
- Quirks, Gestures, Etc.: Big stare/glare habit. Turns his head slightly when looking at things so his good side is facing directly forward for better peripheral vision. He doesn't like blinking with his one good eye. Often crosses his arms and looks generally unimpressed.
- General Posture and Body Language: Alert, Reclusive
2.1 Ideals
Traits
Motivations
Fears
Spiritually
|
Biases
Sexuality
Interests
Substances
|
3. Relations
3.1 Family: --- | ||
|
Neutral Relations
|
Negative Relations
|
3.2 Pack Relations
Positive Relations
|
Neutral Relations
|
Negative Relations
|
3.3 External Relations
Positive Relations
|
Neutral Relations
|
Negative Relations
|
4. Skills and Inventory
4.1 Abilities
Skills
Combat
Socio-Political
|
Hunting
Miscellaneous
|
StrengthsCombat
Socio-Political
Miscellaneous
|
WeaknessesCombat
Socio-Political
Miscellaneous
|
4.2 Inventory
Trade
- Offering: Assassinations, Death Threats, Physical Intimidation
- Accepting: Food, Baubles to sell
Items
|
|
|
Weapons
|
Raw Scrap
|
Miscellaneous
|
Destroying Angel
Death Cap
|
Monkshood
Datura
Nightshade
Hemlock
Bloodroot
|
5. History
5.1 Overview
Previous Packs and Ranks | |
Black Canyon Child (December 2012 - April 2015) | |
Mojave Desert Slave (December 2012 - April 2015) | |
Mojave Desert Gladiator (December 2012 - April 2015) | |
Grand Canyon Nat'l Park Raider (December 2012 - April 2015) | |
Salsola Associate (April 2017 - Present) |
Something about The Bull's existence made him seem doomed from the day he was born. He was taken when he was young, too young to remember much about his birth family, raised and groomed to fight in a gladiator pit for a gang of raiders who found entertainment in pit fights in between scavenging trips. It was ruthless work, something that scarred him as a young boy early on, though it scabbed over into a callous view over time, just as the physical wounds did. He didn't actually start fighting until he was older, of course, but watching the fights before his due time fueled a fire that helped him survive.
The culling and training of fighters didn't make sense until he figured out that there were running bets on who would win. The news of the real winners, the ones who won their freedom by being the most vicious, unstoppable fighters who earned their way into the warband, were what convinced him to accept the training. To accept that he had to lose a part of himself in order to survive.
That simple act of letting go was the first step, he'd found.
Months later, when he could shift and hold his own, The Bull had eventually found his ticket out of the pits. He was told that the challenge was to fight an existing member of the warband and prove he was stronger, prove that he was more entitled to existence.
And that was what he did. It felt simple enough at the time, cutting the brutish man down with a crude sword and losing an eye in the process. However, it was a trigger to a strange series of events that caused him to surge up through the ladder of significance within the warband.
They had taken note of his brutality, his will to be the survivor. He was young yet -- he just didn't want to be the one lying dead in a pool of blood, but they greeted him with open arms despite his previous position. They asked his name, forgetting that he never had one in the first place. Everyone had referred to him by the sigil on the shield he bore, a blazing gold symbol of a bull plastered on a dirty piece of metal. From then on, that was his name.
After many months with the band of raiders, The Bull departed and went on his own as a bounty hunter for hire. He worked his way across the continent, weaving his way from the Southwestern Desert all the way up the Eastern Coast.
5.2 Timeline
2016
October |
November December January |
5.3 Achievements
Catacombs
Basic Achievements |