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Keyword: #26 - pride
Song: #41 - Two Steps from Hell / Thomas Bergersen - Dragon Rider
Palette: #71 - 4b4237-d5a021-ede7d9-a49694-736b60

A proud solider, perhaps a general, perhaps not. Who stood once in ranks of others that shared vibrant yellow coats. They always called them gold. He lost everything he once was, he lost his home, his country, his rank, his people, but not his pride. He'll still stand and fight. Even though fighting has already cost him his arm.


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I'll make this a simple contest: tell me his favorite meal. You can use as many extras as you'd like.



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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Favorite Meal:[/b]

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[hugs100]

Username: Hugs100
Name: Col. Mustard
Favorite Meal: Old- fashioned beef stew
Extra: something about the way to just falls apart at the mercy of your fork, and the way the soup sokes into the meat, just reminds him of simpler times.
It's kinda funny though, because his platoon fell apart at the mercy of god's will, and he himself took in all in.

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Name: Romauld Abadhi
Favorite Meal:
Sayadeya Is Rom’s most favorite meal, and it’s one he hasn’t had in many a year. He was drafted into the military at a young age, his father also being a military man. And a good son follows in his father’s footsteps, Rom was taught. He never once complained about it, he was indeed a proud man as he rose through the ranks steadily. But one riot he was sent to disperse later, he had only one arm and longing for his mother’s cooking he wouldn’t fulfill; both parents had died, poor health in her youth catching up and he having been shot during a small uprising within their city. Rom doesn’t allow it to pull him down, but there are times when he can think on nothing else, swears he can even smell his mother cooking the fish and hear her humming as she works. It’s all in his head of course, but nobody would hold it against a washed up soldier who only wants to do more of the only thing he knows.

[doge fruit]

username:
doge fruit

name:
Marrok Noland

his favorite meal:

"Steak and potatoes. As plain and simple as that, I really do appreciate a nice sizzling steak with a side of garlic roasted potatoes. A meal meant for kings. It makes a man like me feel full and complete. All I ever grown up eating was mostly raw and uncooked. I have no problem eating meat that way but the taste of it roasted is something quite exquisite. I sadly think my current situation, as of now, will ever allow me to have a taste for it ever again.

the 'Izerath Forn' War:
In America, there are any wars and battles that litter it's history. Some of the most well known are the Revolutionary war, the Civil war, and the French and Indian war as well as many more. Out of all of them, there is one that only a few handful of people remember. One that's not written in the textbooks and is almost completely gone yet had a huge impact. It was mass genocidal war called the Izerath Forn war, also known as the Battle of the Amarok.

As a little 'backstory' to the war, there used to live a large-sized community up in the cold north along the Canadian-American border. Most would have assumed they were just another tribe of natives but there was something particular 'off' about these people. One thing was that unlike all the other native tribes that usually included only members of their own race, that group had various members of various backgrounds. European, African, Spanish, Native American, and many more than that. They all lived together. Aside from this little mixing, the main thing that made them different was that they were a tribe of shape-shifters. They could change form to an animal at will and had extraordinary human as well as the animal they could change to's abilities. They were ruled and governed by an elderly wolf-shifter named Izerath Forn who was of Greek descent.

As America grew bigger, the community did it's best to combat it. The public soon found out about their little tribe and their abilities and wanted to rid them like they did with most of the Native Americans. This all happened around 1907. Izerath Forn took to the head of American government at that time and pleaded for them to live the tribe alone but the cry was met with silence. About a month after he went to the government, Izerath was assassinated on his way to go plea to them. It struck the clan severely since Izerath was literally there as a leader and father figure for them. Having him gone was like losing a part of them. This was the keystone to the whole battle.

The clan rallied and gathered as many supporters and fighters to help exact revenge. It was horrible, bloody, and grim with many casualties but the shape-shifters and their supporters stood as much ground as possible even though the opposing side was greater by 500x. This short and depressing war lasted for only a year, ending in December of 1908 with the shape-shifters being nearly all dead. A few of the original members managed to hide away, even though it seems cowardly, but thanks to them, there still may be some descendants out today.

::Marrok Noland::
This strong-headed man was born to a couple of wolf-shifter parents,
giving him the same ability as well. Most of the members of his community
hunted for their food and on occasion, gathered nuts, berries, and vegetables.
Marrok mostly grew up in the outdoors with the other boys and the men who sat
around and told stories. He learned lots of great survival skills from his papa and
his childhood best friend named Jon. He learned how to shoot arrows, catch fish,
track the movement of various herds, how to use foliage as camouflage, and various
other things. As Marrok grew to a teen, he still held interest to all of the outdoors but
he had a new horizon. Attracting a girl. It was custom in the community to pick a mate
of the same animal-shifter or similar to insure healthy, future offspring but sometimes,
true true love just got in the way. Marrok fell madly in love with a girl that was a cougar-
shifter. Their love lasted for quite sometime before they finally called it quits and Marrok
never really sought for another girl afterwards. That time, however, Marrok became one of
the best hunter/fisher in the whole tribe, bringing bountiful loads every time he came into
camp. He was deemed, by Izerath Forn, a respected member of the society. Before the war
happened, Marrok got to experience a taste of the 'other' society. The one that would destroy
his people in the future. Unbeknownst, Marrok enjoyed every aspect of this new culture and
tasted some new foods while at it, striking his liking for roast meats. It struck him hard to
fight against something that he enjoyed so much, but he knew it was all an act of revenge
and justice for his people. He got to lead his army of shape-sifters near the final battles as a general
and lost his arm to the gun of a human soldier. Even with a missing limb, Marrok wanted to march his
people through the bloodshed and into peace and safety. He did his best to help them. He promises
to not let his people's legacy die out. They never deserved this and Marrok wants to fix it.

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The winner is doge fruit! Congrats! I really loved the history of Marrok's life and how his favorite food was tied into it was just wonderful!

[doge fruit]

Gah, thank you so much!! <3