Vorgun Peruga
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Vorgun tried to understand the concern of the young girl now pulling at his slacks. He Heard her mention a transformation and the word werewolf. He didn’t know what that was but the anger on the woman’s face and the concern of the other woman had him confused. Vorgun hated confusion; it clouded his mind and made him angry. He looked back to the fallen woman and saw how her pupils were different from normal humans. Just as quick as he extended his hand to help he retracted his arm and pulled his mace out of his puzzle modus. He was beginning to lose his temper and growled to the woman, “You…I donn’t knnow what you are but itss nnot a nnormmal hummann.” He kept his mace pointed to the changing woman only to turn and bark at the other, “You there. Tell mme…what iss a werewolf? After you tell mme i ssuggesst you runn…i ssuggesst all of you runn. I donnt wannt to hurt annyonne” Vorgun held his mace in one hand and grabbed his head with the other. His head was pounding and his anger began to get worse. The golden ring on his left middle finger began to pulse a bright red as he clasped his head. He turned to the young girl and mumbled, “Runn. Pleasse. Jusst. Runn.”
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“Imm nnot ssure who youre talkinng about or who ORC iss imm afraid. Imm a troll from a plannet called beforuss.” Vorgun stated to the hostile girl. “I ssaw you fall annd thought youd like ssomme assssisstannce… You sseemm troubled”
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Vorgun approached the fallen girl mumtering, “Excusse mme? Are you okay mmissss?” He cautiously strides up to her reaching out a hand to help pull her up. “You look like you jusst took quite the fall back there. It looked painnful”
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((Comme onn Eridann letss get thiss sshow onn the road))
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((Do we have enough bios to start?))
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Name: Vorgun Peruga
Age: 7.8 sweeps (17 years)
Race: Troll (Beforan & Seadweller)
Class: High Blood/Destroyer
Appearance: Moderately Attractive, 6’4″, Horns ironically shapped like a fish hook, heavy bags under his eyes, Medium length and messy black hair, and typically dressed in black slacks, a blood colored (same as Eridan) button up, and a black vest.
Personality: Masochistic and slightly bipolar with sever anger management problems. Tries to be calm and very formal but it prone to losing it and becoming enraged.
History: He was an ordinary beforan seadweller and typically hid himself from others due to his excessive aggression. The only one who comes to visit him is his moirail/matesprite, who attempts to pacify him, because the last time he became aggressive he destroyed nearly half of his race In his free time he goes treasure hunting with his lussus on the seafloor, which is how he found a ring of orbs no-fold. His story is still to be continued.
Current Doings: Simply attempting to hone his fighting style and maintain a level head
Abilities: Breathing under-water, extreme strength when aggressive, and the power The Red Miles.
Weapons: Giant 5 Foot mace and a ring of orbs no-fold
Weacknesses: Will stop at nothing to protect his moirail, his aggressive state makes him very vulnerable to sneak attacks.
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