Huss (The Ultraviolent Iron Man)

[Huss]

Your Info;
Your Name:Will
Years Role-playing:About 2 i think
Other Characters:None here

Character Info;
Characters Name:Huss
Age:123
Race: Giant
Male or Female: Male
Aslan or Witch's side: Aslan

Peronsality: Huss is a man who it always seems to fall to to do what is needed. If someone is needed to walk into certain death just so long s he gets one job done then he wil blindly do it, however his resourcefulness has served him well in surviving. He also is of the opinion that honour in battle and chivalry is something that is simply not necassary, if they are trying to kill you then it is only fair of you to kill them first. This is linked with his habit of holding a grudge for a very long time, he beleives that it is possible for someone to change but he also thinks that it is just as easy for them to change back again. Huss finds loyalty to be the most precious thing in the world, and the if you dont have a loyalty to someone then you are therefore incomplete.
Description of Physical Being: Huss is 22ft tall and has a long and free flowing haircut, a relatively pure face as his long reach has often meant that it is very hard for anyone to get close enough to him to hit him. He is of a bulky and muscular build and sports large tattoo's down the length of his arms of a gothic design that has been something of a defining mark through the male line of his family’s ancestry, he also has a tattoo on his stomach which reads 'Unscarred'. He has the look of a man who would be hansom if he wasnt taller than most tree's, but unfortunately that doesnt figure very high in his life. Huss doesnt wear armour like most giants but unlike most giants he doesnt use a club, he simply wears gloves with solid metal on the knuckles that he made himself as well as metal kickpads he also made himself.
History: Huss was born into a family where the male line has always been the cheif body guard to the royalty of the time. He was trained and set up by his father to be the body guard of the next king or queen until the White Witch took control of the throne and claimed royalty. Huss went aghainst the tradition as it stood, beleiving that the Witch wasnt deserving of the throne, he therefore retreated far into the mountains until a rightful king or queen approached, relying on either the prophecy being fullfilled or Aslan returning to Narnia.

Upon hearig of Aslan’s return and that a daughter of Eve had been sighted in the forest he hasted to join Aslan, taking up his inherited role for Aslan until the daughters of Eve and sons of Adam arrived at the Stone Table.
Role-play Sample (only if you are making a character from scratch and have not posted in Claims): From Erisdar:
Screaming. Something that could be seen as a rather universal exclamation meaning several possible things. On the one hand, it could be seen as a scream of terror. This type of scream is easily distinguished, there is always something in the sheer pointlessness of a scared scream that makes you wonder exactly what has driven the screamer to such desperation that they think the sheer power and volume of their scream is more than enough to blast whatever is scaring them through a wall. That was one of the many curious and mainly silly things that Elaniver couldn’t understand about his own race. Too many humans, throughout history had instead of trying to defend themselves against the source of their horror that the best option available to them was to scream their heads off at it. This was one of the reasons why Elaniver made a point at not screaming or making too much of a fuss about anything remotely shocking or scary. You could be captured in front of the man and turn up 5 years later looking much thinner and a lot worse for wares and the most you would get out of him if you weren’t close to him would be a ‘oh, it’s you.’ Not even a ‘how are you’ or a ‘gosh you look well’, just a severe lack of understanding as to the point of gasping in surprise. A scream of pain was also fairly recognisable. It was very similar to the scream of terror only as opposed to the scared scream, which was mainly just the brain shouting at the limbs desperately ‘ohmygodohmygodohmygod’, the pained scream will be more of an exhalation in the vague hope that the pain will pass out of the body through sound.

Elaniver in the inn where he was staying had heard the latter. One of his few visits to the Empire in which he was supposed to be checking up on vital things such as security of the city. But seeing as he had explored high and low only to find that Dras Leona’s soul decent defence was just one fort and a lot of very unpleasant guards. All of whom had true guard intelligence (just about the presence of mind to shout loudly and occasionally whack someone over the head with something hard). He thought that he deserved a bit of a break. Hence, why when he was in his room he had been intrigued to hear a very loud scream (of pain), coming from the floor above him. Not any scream (of pain) either, not the usual ‘oh why is my wife smashing me over the head with a frying pan’ sort of scream. More of a ‘why did I get bundled into a dark alley to have my knee-caps broken’ sort of scream. This had obviously intrigued Elaniver and so instead of going at it like ‘impact engineering’ (hit it with a hammer and it may just work out fine), he had gone downstairs and inquired as to who was staying in the room above him.

Now to Elaniver, the title ‘doctor’ meant someone who does good things for humanity such as cure incurable diseases and sit in a strangely lit room with glasses as they ponder over how exactly they can turn an old boot into gold. The title didn’t spring to mind a vision of locking people in a room to make them utter one or both of the sounds I discussed in the first paragraph. He waited now. Calmly and collectively, certain that the ‘doctor’ would come down to his call. This woman certainly had a lot of fuss made over her if she needed several people to discuss what the messenger was to say before asking if Elaniver could see her or not. Maybe because they didn’t want to end up screaming.

Elaniver turned as he heard footsteps on the stairs and stared at them with interest on his face, his Dwarven war hammer calmly hanging from his belt, just above the floor. He almost broke one of his own personal views as the woman appeared. The effort to keep his jaw where it should be as opposed to lolling all over the floor was simply astronomical. He smiled at the woman and held out a hand, true to his down to earth form. “Hello, my name is Elaniver Addrodoc and I was wondering how you can make such interesting noises in your room.” He noticed how all of the slaves in the general vicinity seemed to momentarily freeze before hurrying along with their business at a very fast pace.

[Aslan]

Accepted!
Nice Bio. You will now be known as Huss