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{{Player character |
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|Player Name=Sekmeht |
|Player Name=Sekmeht Usho |
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|Status=a |
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|Race=Gor'Tog |
|Race=Gor'Tog |
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|Gender=Male |
|Gender=Male |
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|Guild=Barbarian |
|Guild=Barbarian |
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|Instance=Prime |
|Instance=Prime |
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|Relative=None |
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== Look == |
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'''Storyline: Before the Rage:''' |
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[[File:Sekmeht_Portrait_Damiza.gif|thumb|200px|left|<b>Sekmeht Usho</b><br>Career Weaponsmith & Metallurgist]] |
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As a young Gor'tog, Sekmeht grew up in a small hunting village on the outskirts near Knife Clan. |
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[[File:Sekmeht_Character.png|thumb|200px|right|Sekmeht Usho]] |
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His father was a veteran warrior. His mother was a local doctor. Together his father's knowledge of combat and his mothers empathetic abilities and knowledge of anatomy were the biggest influences in his life. |
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[[File:Sekmeht_new.png|thumb|200px|right|ZZ-Sek]] |
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[[File:Sekmeht-Dork.png|thumb|200px|right|Sums it up! [https://www.deviantart.com/obsidiankaesken/gallery/ Ty Obsidian!]]] |
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[[File:Sekmeht-Hawt-Port.jpg|thumb|200px|Right|'Tog Baller, Shot Caller]] |
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He is Deathsmith Sekmeht Usho, Metalworker of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog.<br> |
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Since a child, Sekmeht's father had taught him how to control his anger and focus on the tasks at hand. Whether it be cleaning up around the yard, avoiding danger, hunting, or defending himself patience and focus was always important. His mother played a big role by teaching him compassion for others, life and what it means to be selfless. |
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He has a square-jawed face and some tyrium-framed safety goggles with thick glass lenses protecting his silver-flecked steely grey eyes. You have green-grey skin and a well-defined build.<br> |
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One day during a training session with his father, Sekmeht landed a lucky hit on his father knocking him to the floor. His father laughed and said "My Son that was wonderful..." as he spit the blood flowing from his cracked lip... "You make a father proud..." with a proud smirk running across his face. |
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He is one who towers among others for a Gor'Tog.<br> |
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He appear to be aged.<br> |
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His forearm has a tattoo of a faded identification number.<br> |
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He is holding a polished forging hammer crafted from engraved icesteel in your right hand and some clockwork-enhanced tongs with an attached shovel head in your left.<br> |
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His father gathers himself and places his hand of Sekmeht's shoulder and says, "Remember this son. Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable...". |
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He is wearing a darkened leather headband marred with numerous bite marks, a charcoal-grey spidersilk cloak, a firestained orichalcum black widow with an orange hourglass, a matte black leather forging apron, a pair of black wool pants with turned up cuffs and a pair of knee-high demonscale boots with square kertig buckles.<br><br> |
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== Information == |
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Sekmeht glances up at his father grinning from ear to ear as he rises his bloody fist into the air rotating it slightly as the hues of reds glisten in the sunlight. |
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'''Midjourney Render: |
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*[https://mj-gallery.com/f5a9feda-b496-45b7-a4ee-061561f46cc8/grid_0.png Deathsmith Sekmeht Usho]'''<BR> |
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'''Order/Unit:''' |
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Time passes and over time Sekmeht's father ages and becomes mortally Ill. Now in his 20's Sekmeht has learned much of what his father has passed down to him in knowledge and combat technique. Sekmeht, I am sick, it's up to you to become head of this household." he says with quivering lips, "Go forth and fight for the good of your name.". |
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*[[Northern Watch]] - Lieutenant, Support Unit - Active |
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'''Profession:''' |
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Time passes, as so does his father. |
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*[[Weaponsmithing]] - Career - Active <BR> |
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*[[Armorsmithing]] - Hobby - Active <BR> |
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== History / Background == |
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One day while passing by from an extended hunting trip Sekmeht decides to check on his mother. |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Story Storyline and Background] |
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"Son, your father wanted me to give you something, and I feel like the time is right.". She asks Sekmeht to go outside and stand by his father's grave which he waits for her. |
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== Crafting Services== |
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Puzzled at what she is about to unveil he paces in anticipation. A few moments pass, then his mother exits the house and approaches Sekmeht with an object wrapped up in a Snowbeast's pelt. "This is for you son..." she says softly. |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Weaponsmithing Crafted Weaponsmithing Register] <BR> |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Armorsmithing Crafted Armorsmithing Register] <BR> |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Blacksmithing Crafted Blacksmithing Register]<BR> |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Shaping Crafted Shaping Register] <BR> |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Tailoring Crafted Tailoring Register] <BR> |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/Tinkering Crafted Tinkering Register] <BR> |
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''If you would like to inquire about custom orders, please contact Sekmeht via Discord (info below).'' |
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She pulls back the flap of the pelt exposing the pommel of his Father's beloved Bastard Sword. It's dark silvery Kertig edge gleams brilliantly against the sunlight. |
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== PVP Info== |
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Sekmeht smiles softly at his mother, kisses her on the cheek and says "Thank you Mother." He draws the Bastard Sword and examines it slowly before noticing the engraving "Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable my son..." he reads each letter one by one. |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/PVP PVP Info]<br> |
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[https://elanthipedia.play.net/Sekmeht/PVP/Contests PVP Contests] |
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== Contact == |
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With a smirk, Sekmeht recalls the many times his father had mentioned this. He slowly sheaths his sword before turning to his Mother. |
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'''Discord:''' Sekmeht |
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"Thank you Mother, I will not forget this." he says. |
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She places her hand on his shoulder and says "Now go make a Mother proud.", she turns and begins walking back towards the house and enters closing the door behind her. |
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'''The Rage Unveils itself:''' |
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One day while passing through close to where his mother lives during hunting trip he sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. Sekmeht quickly recognizes the location of the smoke he knows this can't be a good thing. |
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He begins to sprint towards the location with his Kertig bastard-sword drawn into a defensive position clenching the pommel tightly in one hand and draping his shield across his shoulder and arm with the other. |
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As he turns down his street, the street he grew up on, he sees what looks like his mother standing in the door way waving towards him. |
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He begins to sprint towards her, sheathing his sword and putting his shield back across his shoulder. |
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As he gets closer his sprint turns into dead stop as he gasps noticing his mother has been impaled on a spear... Her face is painted with pain... She is dead and her arm raised as if she attempted to avoid the attack. |
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Sekmeht releases a thunderous roar... Something slips in the back of his head, images begin to roll, everything that his father had taught slowly unravels. The image of him as a child with the blood across his hand becomes vivid as his vision begins to fill red... He paces slowly, his shock and horror become laughter, his brows flare and his nostrils flare as his eyes become bloodshot. |
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Grunting he snarls and leaps into the air, landing softly with his head snapping side to side cackling. He walks up to his mother with a grin, wipes a tear from her cheek, closes her eyes, then softly cleans her face with his palm freeing it from its bloody pain-tormented appearance. |
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Slowly he pulls his hand back gazing at it sharply and begins to draw smears of the fresh blood across his face. The feel and smell of it invigorates him as his inner fire and rage burns brightly. |
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All of the sudden a creature crawls from out of the side window of his mothers house with items falling out of its backpack. Immediately noticing that this creature did not belong there, Sekmeht begins to engage. |
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"Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable my son..." boom within his mind, it seems like glass shattering... |
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"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak." also begins to echo within his head. |
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Time begins to slow as he licks his lips gazing at the pillager. The creature turns and in a startled moment fires a crossbow bolt which slices through the air lodging itself into Sekmeht's thigh. |
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"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable"... Sekmeht utters softly. |
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At pole range he roars "Rage is so much more enjoyable, it invigorates the soul. Guide your hatred and anger with your moments and you can destroy all things!", Sekmeht launches into the air drawing his sword he turns slicing deeply across the creatures chest. |
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The creature drops to his knee's gasping in shock and horror as it's sternum is split. Sekmeht lands back turned towards the creature, he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword covered in a thin red coat. Laughing he walks over to his Mother's murder staring at him with huge bloodshot eyes. |
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Weeping softly it says "Forgive me.". |
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Sekmeht raises his sword high into the air, his eyes beaming down hatred he cleaves the top of the invaders skull killing it instantly. |
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Breathing deeply and now covered in blood, the rage begins to fade... it's over for now... |
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Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband. |
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He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within.... '''RAGE!''' |
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Latest revision as of 23:35, 10 October 2023
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Sums it up! Ty Obsidian!
He is Deathsmith Sekmeht Usho, Metalworker of Elanthia, a Gor'Tog.
He has a square-jawed face and some tyrium-framed safety goggles with thick glass lenses protecting his silver-flecked steely grey eyes. You have green-grey skin and a well-defined build.
He is one who towers among others for a Gor'Tog.
He appear to be aged.
His forearm has a tattoo of a faded identification number.
He is holding a polished forging hammer crafted from engraved icesteel in your right hand and some clockwork-enhanced tongs with an attached shovel head in your left.
He is wearing a darkened leather headband marred with numerous bite marks, a charcoal-grey spidersilk cloak, a firestained orichalcum black widow with an orange hourglass, a matte black leather forging apron, a pair of black wool pants with turned up cuffs and a pair of knee-high demonscale boots with square kertig buckles.
Information
Midjourney Render:
Order/Unit:
- Northern Watch - Lieutenant, Support Unit - Active
Profession:
- Weaponsmithing - Career - Active
- Armorsmithing - Hobby - Active
History / Background
Crafting Services
Crafted Weaponsmithing Register
Crafted Armorsmithing Register
Crafted Blacksmithing Register
Crafted Shaping Register
Crafted Tailoring Register
Crafted Tinkering Register
If you would like to inquire about custom orders, please contact Sekmeht via Discord (info below).
PVP Info
Contact
Discord: Sekmeht