RalphGiezer

“ALLAHU AKBAR!” A proud solider of the Caliph would roar, raising his blade to the sky’s with a strong grip.

The atmosphere of the ominous worship room was almost muggy with the stench of dank green and iron; the iron coming from the many rotting heads of mali that have fallen victim to Zhag’s merciless and devout worship to the true deities of the universe. They surrounded him in a circular barrier, lifelessly watching him. Blood would be splattered near the base of a towering totem within the dank room in which he worshipped “Afâr’Ilzgûl, Lûp’Ilzgûl-“ He bellowed in a guttural voice, spilling his own blood into a small urn as he continued to praise incoherently “Afar Angathfark agh Kezt, let et be gruk’d dat juztyze wyll be zuurv’d tu dah albaiz. Zuun, nub zurvyvorz wyll be levt tu blah ov dah albaiz demyze…” His eyes gleamed with hate and grimace, opening his blood shot eyes “Mirdautas vras, az wiff wyll undo Krug’s gratezt myztayk, allow’yn Malin murzy…”

Zhag'Yar sat crisscross in what seemed to be the middle of a worship room. Beads of sweat rolling from his forehead as he meditated; hush whispers and snippets drowning his mind. All voices of concern and franticness. His eyes would open wide, seemingly breathless as he rumbled in a soft groan "Diz am unlii dah begynun…"

((Don't give me that 'cleans blade' gay ****

Nearing Sahar's abode, Gabriel would grope at his forehead as he made way up the steps to her door. His fist would clench violently- the veins of his neck practically throbbing as his thoughts would echo and recache within his cranium. A grunt would escape as he breathed slowly; the echoes of villainous laughter and whip striking would slowly fade with every thump of his heart. He muttered to himself "I'm fine... You're fine..." Soon after collecting his scrambled thoughts, his fist would reach to knock on Sahar's door "You're safe..." ((NOW THIS IS A QUALITY COMMENT ^^^^^ ECKS A DEEEEEEEE))

Zhag would look to the crude drawings with a smirk cracking his stoic visage, followed by a hearty chuckle and a shake of his head as he sat besides an ivory table ”Dah am diz?...” Only silence would follow as he peacefully read the pamphlet with ammused smile...

Hey boiz lets go find some volcano base and **** up some gnarly ghouls ?

The dripping of saliva echoed throughout the massive cavern like stomach of the Duhnah Skhelll. Yar himself sat under a tall palm tree upon the sand which covered the entirety of the stomachs base, followed by several scattered pools of saliva build up. He was meditating, judging by the lack of his response it was almost as if he was sleeping in an upright position. “Ug-” A rather blunt voice would call near Yar’s vicinity. He slowly opened his eyes to meet Zhag’s. He stood some feet in front of him idly, alone- his visage stoic as ever. “Thromka Zhag.” Yar muttered with a simple nod, “It is good to see that you have not forgotten of our blah from last time.” Zhag seated himself rather calmly on the soft sand with a sigh, “I come bearing gifts as well bruddah,” he grunts with a curt smile producing a small urn and a sack of green. Yar scoffed with a smirk, looking to the green all the while Zhag dug the urn into the powdered sugar-like sand. “Quite the gift…” He comments sarcastically “I see you also came alone, Zhag,” he added with a single grunt, tilting his head to the side, “Why is that bruddah?” “This journey and our talks,” Zhag begins with a tiresome drawl, “Are personal- crucial. I insisted on going alone. I’m not one to be so open.” Yar furrowed his brow to this, his mind trailing off before simply commenting “I see.” He watched Zhag pat the green into the urn and lighting it. “I am honored that you have allowed me to redeem myself in your eyes, Yar,” he added blankly with almost a bow, seating himself upon the soft sand with a huff. “You have already brought honor to yourself before you even spoke to me bruddah,” Yar commented as he adjusted himself, “There was no need to prove yourself once more.” Whilst Yar continued on, Zhag would offer him a fairly large book, grunting “I thought I’d bring you a copy.” Yar nodded taking the book with a grunt, “Rulg. Now let us see your thoughts. Who you really are...” As he began to skim through the pages of the book his visage would begin to show relevant concern- grimace as he furrowed his brow. Noticing this, Zhag furrowed his brow as well, his blank stare only turning into a distasteful glare, “Everything alright?...” Yar’s jowls shook along with his head. His eyes quickly skimmed through the pages once more with rather abrupt turns before finally looking to Zhag. The entirety of the creatures stomach would begin to rumble as everything around them would distort and even collapse, “What happened to us, bruddah…” A sharp pain would strike at Zhag’s forehead- his head hung towards the ground fighting the abrupt trauma. Holding a hand to his forehead, two fairly rounded stumps would root out of his head almost like bony growths. He’d roar to the pain while the bowels of the creature would begin to howl as well. Zhag would awaken on his back within the clan hall of the Yar den. He huffed several times as he rubbed at the growths upon his head with a wince. Gaining his wits, he’d look to the ground for a moment- Falum would seem equally confused by his reaction as he sat across from him. “This doesn’t bode well,” Zhag muttered in a breathy tone. (NOTE: These events have happened prior to Zhag'Yar's banishment)

Zhag, along with Elphaba who would be riding a pack mule carrying several pounds of cacti, traversed the vast sands sluggishly thanks to the blistering heat of the lifeless desert. During their travels the duo would encounter a fairly large cactus, a tiresome smile appeared upon Zhag’s expression. He’d approach it with a crude knife at hand; peeling at the thorns, he’d grunt to Elphaba, “Mi nebbur lyk’d dah uld zkah’r perzuunalii… Bub mi ztyll hab mi rezpektz voor ‘im.” Soon after peeling away at a majority of the thorns, he’d wrap his hands around the plants smooth shaft, “Et am hozh daht hee am vlaaht noow. He am ag peeze, he am wit his bruddahz, he am wit U’la…” His voice would grow solum to U’la’s name- his figure would be almost as still as a statue, before finally returning to his labors. “Hee am awey vruum diz Krug voorzaykuun uzg… et am all azh lyk uz kan azk voor…” With one heaving tug of the plant, he’d practically rip the cactus from the earth’s grasp from the root down.

As of recently I've been scouring the forums for any information or lore I can find on Southernos. Though it's culture is spanned into some subcultures which would include small minor tribes and some inactive subcultures, there isn't all that much intel that essentially generalizes- labels their culture and people unlike their lighter skinned farfolk counterparts. Despite the generalization of Southernos under one culture is possibly considered a slight issue (though not as relevant), I feel as if there needs to be some solid lore on Southernos, let alone lore that is available to anyone who wishes to make a character of this race (NOTE: not referring to Mountsidian lore which is a subculture to Southernos). If anyone can respond with any helpful tidbits of old Southernos lore posts or anything related to Southernos (excluding any subrace information) that would be p helpful! I'm only saying this cause I've recently made my second Southernos character and despite going off of regular farfolk lore, I haven't a clue about actual Southernos lore; even though I've heard from some sources that the Southernos are solely based on African culture.

Within the depths of the Yar clan den would Zhag read the flyer which was offered to him by a pigmy goblin who had gotten ahold of one. Irritancy would seem to slowly build up with the loft of his brow. Groaning in a ghastly tone would Zhag crumble the paper- tossing it into the furnace. Soon after would the flames of the furnace roar with vibrancy and rage as Zhag stared down to the embers...

Gabriel would look around to his energized brethren with a quelled smile “Ah, all is coming together so it seems...” Yet his smile would slowly decimate to a soft frown, contemplating to himself “Surely Auda will keep the Kadarsi alive; our culture... And prove Sahar wrong...”

~-=RALLY OF YARS=-~ [!] The great horn of Yar can be heard across the lands, as goblins adorned in bones and pelts hand to each and every uruk scrolls wrapped around bones [!] Whilst the number of Yars within the walls of Krugmar depletes, so does our impact within our ever-developing and powerful community. We begin to lose our influence, our culture, our honour as one of the oldest clans to exist within the uruk community… The Yar clan has been through many rough patches over the years, but it seems as if this is the lowest our clan has been, nearly at the brink of fading into the past as a once-strong clan of traditionalists who believed in the true values of uruks as well as the wise morals of the great uruk Yar. But with great effort and willpower- following in the footsteps of our fallen rex, U’la, and Zhag’Yar, the current chieftain of the clan, we will once again raise Yar from the ashes of defeat. The Yar clan will soon go above and beyond the ranks, until we reach our rightful place in Wargothhood. Not only is this a call of recruitment for uruks and newbloods, who have yet to find their place in Krugmar, this is a call to rally. To those who once represented our great clan many years before, but recently left Krugmar, or have been scarcely seen within our walls due to the changing climate of Krugmar’s traditions and leadership. If those who have once proudly represented our clan wish to show their honour and dedication once more, now would be the time to offer your heart and spirit into our great clan. The Lur clan has also decided to work alongside Yar in hunting events, in hopes of uplifting both clans and to continue practicing Yar’s wise morals and deep culture. “I swear my eternal allegiance to the Yar clan. I swear to live by the clan law, and to walk in the wisdom and honour of Yar. Should I ever betray the clan, I will be cursed to have my blood spilled as this animal. I will die in helplessness and dishonour!” ~Yar clan initiation oath

Zhag'Yar would stare intently at the burnt severed cow head which was originally placed in the Yar den by the SAME Gorkil, but is now in his blarg- next to his hookah. He'd produce a slight scoff "Hmn, Wuelb-" Tossing the head into the bonfire within his house, Zhag'Yar grunted with a perk of his brow "Peepz lyke diz momo zkah'r kan'nub tayk ag inzuult..."

McName: RalphGiezer RpName: Gabriel Muttahir Char age: ??? (Most likely mid 30's) Char Goals: Live the simpleton life and honor his culture through the spread of its influence (most likely burry the hatchet on past issues as well) Disord(if private pm me on forum): You know me boi Rp Race(we are leaning for more farfolk, Qalasheen but we accept all): Southernos Details(about your char): Regular darkie joe with traditional apparel and fragrances (spicy), but his face is essentially really scarred and beat... (Don't bother asking icly anytime soon) Any info you want to give or questions(please refrain from any toxic or trollish questions, thank you): This Caliphate finna last o-o

*Zhag runs in, playing Rock of Ages on a jukebox* "KRUG, KRUG, KRUG, KRUG!"

Might edit it some more soon, kms

Zhag'Yar, Chieftain of the Yar clan Out of my own good will; I, Zhag of the Yar Clan, self-proclaim myself as its new chieftain. Not with the mortal sake to gain power, but for the eternal sake of its continuance and the handing down of its rich heritage and future legacy to those who follow suit. With unstoppable determination and willpower, I WILL revitalize this beloved clan from its lingering state to the utmost potential of its glory days. The Yar Clan shall continue to be a group of individuals who preserve our vast history as a strong and honorable race, a group of those who preserve our rich culture for generations that are to come. Not only do I see this as my responsibility, but as well as my sole duty; To give honor to our fallen sister, U’la, who has served Krugmar most honorably, both within its community and outside its walls, during her reign as Rex and before. With this, Yar will once again return to its livelihood, just as we see more of our brothers and sisters join Yar, and as we see more with each new generation. (Writers note, sorry if it's a bit short and sweet, but few words can give a powerful message!)

~Aries’s Art Shoppe~ “I like trees!” I’m starting up commissions and currently have four open slots! If you’re interested, add me on Discord or get in touch with me via the server; PM me your request! MC main username: RalphGiezer MC alt username: Rimzey Discord username: RalphGiezer#8302 ~Prices~ Head bust portrait: $8.00 (firm price) Head bust emotion chart: $10.00 (price may vary/fluctuate depending on the amount of emotes drawn) Full body portrait: $15.00 (firm price) I may be accepting art trades soon, but as of now I’ll only be accepting payments for my artwork ~Current Openings~ Slot 1: (empty) Slot 2: (empty) Slot 3: (empty) Slot 4: (empty) DISCLAIMERS: My policy with payments is typically pay first, then I’ll begin drawing. Though I will accept minor NSFW requests (ex: nude bust/body portrait with censorship, couples PDA, minor gore, etc.), I will not draw anything that goes beyond those guidelines! This includes any forms of self inflicting harm, violence, gore, full blown nudity, etc! ~Samples~ Bust emote chart: https://imgur.com/a/OMmRR Bust portrait: https://imgur.com/a/n1iE3 Full body portrait: https://imgur.com/a/jQOET

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: RalphGiezer What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: Rimzey Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes Do you understand you cannot be on both of these accounts at once? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yes I do Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yes How long have you been on LotC?: I've played since October 26, 2015 roughly (or 27)? How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted (including main)?: 1

MC: RalphGiezer Character: Royce Andre Professions: Alchemist Department: Physical Skype?: (will give out privately)

~Royce Andre~ Age: 25 Height: 5”9 Weight: 150 lbs. Race: Southernos description: He usually wears typical heartlander apparel. Sometimes, depending on the weather, he’ll wear a large fur-leather coat. Even though he has a very small frame, he’s pretty buff and built. He also wears very thick glasses due to his poor vision. Aside from Royce being bald, he’s also very handsome due to his chiseled jawline, his refined cheekbones, and his dreamy eyes. He also carries around a notebook every so often to sketch in or write notes. Personality: Very social yet awkward at times. He tends to get easily irritated by arrogant, blunt, or dumb people (even though he’s arrogant and blunt at times). He’s also very caring and helpful to most of his friends and people. He tends to have a habit of needing to prove his point a lot. Although very serious, he’s also very fun and quirky at times to lighten up the mood. Ambitions: He aims to learn about the world around him, become diverse, and pursue his scholarly passions. Strengths and talents: He’s very scholarly and bright. He’s also very diverse, allowing him to fit into most crowds. He’s also a very good sketcher even though he says otherwise, because he (ironically) learns a lot faster with visuals rather than reading off of text. Weaknesses: He tends to let his anger get the best of him at times since he usually bottles up most of his anger (especially from the past). He also lets his intelligence get the best of him, making him seem cocky at times without meaning it. He’s also not much of a decent fighter and only knows some of the basics from reading books and war manuscripts. Background: Royce Andre was born to a family of Southernos who lived on the outskirts of Caliphate in the dwellings of a makeshift shack. Although his mother and father were very happy to have given birth to such a wonderful and healthy child, they weren’t able to support Royce financially. Even though they both had jobs, their jobs were very low paying and they only made enough to support themselves. One rainy night, they set off to the outskirts of Felsen to do only what was best for their son Royce. Royce’s biological parents abandoned him at the front doorstep of a small cozy cottage that belonged to a heartlander couple. Soon after, they disappeared into the night without a single farewell. Since the couple was never able to have fertile children, they took in Royce as their own child. Royce, was a name that was given by his mother, being the name that she’s always wanted to name her child if she ever had one. Andre (being the last names of his foster parents meaning brave and handsome in French) was a last name that was given by his father so Royce could feel like he was part of their family. Although Royce had a very iffy childhood being born almost completely blind, having a more feminine side making him seem weak, having very mixed emotions about his foster parents, and not really fitting into the crowd due to his social awkwardness, he was able to make it through his childhood since he was really hopeful and determined for a kid his age. On top of facing his many personal hardships, a lot of kids his age and even some adults would constantly torment, harass, and even tease Royce because of his thick glasses, awkwardness, his feminine side, and especially his race. Despite his rough childhood, he was able to get through it all and excel above most kids his age; therefore, proving everyone who had tormented him wrong. Royce was also schooled by his parents; his mother being a big alchemy and literature buff and his father being a major in philosophy and minoring in basic science. Alongside learning from his parents, he also spent most of his free time reading up on culture, religion, history, and his personal favorite being scholarly journals and writings. Soon after his 19th birthday, Royce decided to move out of Felsen and go off on his own to join the Northern Research Guild to pursue his scholarly passions, to become more cultured and diverse, and to have a greater understanding of the world around him. On top of joining the Northern Research Guild, he also joined and left several other small guilds that focused on art, literature, philosophy, etc. Although things have been going great for him, the one thing that really tends to bring him back a lot is his bitter anger and hatred towards society as a whole, because of all the times that people have underestimated, tormented, and teased him.

Ralph Ferid Toronto Age: 66 Height: 6"0 Race: Farfolk Features and description: Ralph has a very tan skin color; furthermore, he also has black hair with grey side burns, he wears a black cloak with a gold necklace that has a stone of arcane origin, he's fairly tough and most noticeably he has grey ominous eyes. Backstory: Growing up, Ralph had a tough childhood being the youngest in what was left of his family and being the son of a poor highlander woman who worked in the wheat fields barely making any money to support herself or her children for a greedy landlord in the kingdom of Oreon. Ralph never really knew or met his father in person since his father left and went missing several days after he was born. All he really knows of his father are vague descriptions that his mother had told him; for example, he was a Farfolk rogue who spent most of his time wandering the lands of Laureh'lin and learning arcane magics. Aside from his father leaving his life, Victor, being the older brother, set a fatherly example and role model for Ralph by helping their mother plant and harvest the wheat fields, doing odd jobs every so often to help support what was left of their family and simply being there for Ralph through thick and thin like a father and a brother (Ralph also had a younger sister by the name of Esmeralda who later died of illness at a young age of 4, he doesn't really ever mention his younger sister nor does he like to talk about her). Several years later, during Ralph's Tween years, It was the day of The Great Hunt Festival that his life would change forever. A band of thieves decided to raid and destroy what they had left; they, destroyed half of their property, they also destroyed and ruined the wheat they had harvested for the festival and they even destroyed the wheat that they needed to pay off the landlord. Although Ralph and Victor eventually were able to fend from the thieves, their mother died in the process since one of the thieves was able to sneak inside of their house and murder her with what they had left of their father- his dagger. Victor, being the only one left in Ralph's family, wasn't able to work the fields on his own nor was he able to support Ralph with his multiple odd jobs, so he had to take desperate measures and take him to Laureh'lin where he would be cared for and mentored by an old retired wood elven rogue by the name of Aeson who was an old family friend of their father and was always glad to take in orphans. Once they got to Laureh'lin, Victor left Ralph with their fathers dagger and before he left, his last words to Ralph were, “The day after you were born… before father left… he told me to care for you, protect you and to be a fatherly figure for you…. well I guess I failed him didn’t I? Just remember one thing, I’ve been with you long enough to know that you will grow up to do great things, to be someone; in other words, stay… strong… I hope you live a good life… Brother…” And so he left, never to be seen or heard of again. Ralph Ferid Toronto then spent the next couple years or so training with Aeson to become a rogue, learning a lot about different cultures and philosophies and simply finding his purpose in life; in other words, Aeson was like the father Ralph never had. Years have passed and Ralph was finally ready to go out on his own and see the world for himself. Before he left, Aeson wanted to give him something before he left... It was a rouge outfit that originally belonged to his father before he disappeared, Aeson then told him, “Your father was one of the most talented apprentices I ever taught and trained in my career, heck he even looked and acted just like you: bold, smart, strong and suave, But one faithful day, when your father received the news about Al'Khazar being overrun by an army of monsters, he knew what he had to do and went straight for Al'Khazar to help and defend the town. Your father knew beforehand that he would face a terrible fate trying to protect and save many innocent lives from the waves of monsters; so before he left, he wanted me to give this to you if it ever had to come to this- take it, live on your father's legacy…” And so- Ralph set off on his long journey to find his purpose in life and who he really is, but most importantly, to be- reborn. Traits Personality: Aside from being blunt and negative, Ralph is a very open minded person who sees the world around him differently compared to others. He's also a very likable and fun person who doesn't give a crap about anything and never takes himself too seriously, but he also has a darker side that should not be reckoned with due to his harsh past. Overtime, he's also grown to be very mellow and quiet Ambitions: To find his soul purpose and meaning in life. Strengths and talents: Due to his loose personality, nothing really scares nor surprises him too much. He's also very suave and a complete wisecrack when it comes to peculiar scenarios. Weaknesses: Aside from being fairly tough, he isn't really the type who would be able to run out into a battle field and fight and or cause havoc making him somewhat weak.

Eh I can try something if ya want me to

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: My in-game name is RalphGiezer How old are you?: I’m 16 years old Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am very aware that this is a PG-13 server, since mostly every server (but not every server) is mainly PG-13. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have read the rules and have agreed to respect the rules as they are important both server and community wise. What’s the rule you agree with the most?: One of the rules that really interests me the most on the server is the fact that you are not allowed to use any derogatory remarks toward others, due to the fact that it has become a very big issue on other RPG and non-RPG servers. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): Most of the rules seem to be pretty straightforward and all make sense to me. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I found out about Lord of The Craft on a youtube video a while back while I was searching for any interesting RPG servers; After a while I stumbled upon the video that was talking about the Lord of The Craft server and I got hooked Definitions what is RolePlaying: to play along to a made up story and or create a full storyline that you can act out. what is MetaGaming: any external or small factors that affect the game and or story. what is PowerGaming: When one players actions always turn out to be successful over the other while giving fewer rights to the other player to come up with their own outcomes In-Character Information Character’s name: Ralph Toronto Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Farfolk Human Character’s age: 50 Biography: During his years of youth, Ralph Toronto had a rough childhood, being the youngest in what was left of his family and being the son of a poor Highlander wheat farmer who worked for a greedy powerful lord in the Kingdom of Oren. Ralph never really knew his father (other than the fact that he was a Farfolk human rouge who knew a lot about Arcane Magic and usually wandered the lands of Asulon and every so often visited Laureh'lin) since according to his mother he just “went off and left several days after you were born.” His brother Victor, being older than him, helped his mom with planting and harvesting most of the wheat on the farm; he was also there for Ralph during his childhood years as a role model, helping him through thick and thin and just being there for him like a father. Ralph also had a young sister by the name of Esmeralda, who died of illness at the age of 4 (he usually prefers not to talk about her or even mention her). several years later, during the Great Hunt festival, a band of thieves decided to raid their small plot of land; destroying all the wheat that they harvested for the Great Hunt festival and stealing all their goods. despite Ralph being able to fend from the thieves with the help of his brother Victor, his mother died in the process due to one of the thieves stabbing her with what was left of their father- his dagger. Victor, being the only family Ralph had, did not have a job and wasn’t able to work the fields on his own. So, the only option Victor really had in mind was to give Ralph to someone who was able to care for him. Luckily for Victor, he knew an old retired Wood Elven rouge by the name of Aeson from the kingdom of Laureh'lin who was always glad to take in orphans, care for them and have them as rouge apprentices. Before Victor went off and left Ralph after their long journey from Oreon to Laureh'lin, Victor left Ralph with their father's dagger which was cleaned and sharpened by his brother; his last words before he left were “The day after you were born… before father left… he told me to care for you, protect you and to be a fatherly figure for you…. well I guess I failed him didn’t I? Just remember one thing, I’ve been with you long enough to know that you will grow up to do great things, to be someone; in other words, stay… strong… I hope you live a good life… Brother…” And so he left, never to be heard of again or seen. Ralph Toronto then spent the next couple of years with Aeson learning about: Wood Elven culture and other races' cultures and beliefs (since Aeson was very diverse and open to different philosophies and ideas), how to become a skilled rouge and just simply finding who he really was in life; in other words, Aeson was like the father Ralph never had. Ralph was finally ready to set out and be on his own; before Ralph left Laureh'lin to be on his own Aeson, who was in his early 1000's, showed Ralph something that would change him forever… It was a rogue outfit (which looked very similar to what a wood elf would wear but darker with some differences) that originally belonged to his father before he disappeared, Aeson then told him, “Your father was one of the most talented apprentices I ever taught and trained in my career, heck he even looked and acted just like you: bold, smart, strong and suave, But one faithful day, when your father received the news about Al'Khazar being overrun by an army of monsters, he knew what he had to do and went straight for Al'Khazar to help and defend the town. Your father knew beforehand that he would face a terrible fate trying to protect and save many innocent lives from the waves of monsters; so before he left, he wanted me to give this to you if it ever had to come to this- take it, live on your father's legacy…” So Ralph Toronto finally set off on his own not only to become a hero and or a savior, but to find himself, to find his purpose in life, to be- reborn. Personality: Ralph Toronto is a very frank and straightforward person who usually sees the big picture about things. He also likes to have fun every so often but aside from that, he also has a very dark side that should not be reckoned with due to his harsh past. He’s also a very free spirited person who just “goes with the flow of things.” He’s also a very likable person; He never takes himself too seriously. Ambitions: His main ambitions is to find his soul purpose and to find a meaning to “this hellish life” Strengths/Talents: Ralph is really big into philosophy and seeing the big picture. He’s also very street wise and or secretive when it comes to some peculiar scenarios. Weaknesses: Despite being suave and a total wisecrack, he’s not the type of person you would see fighting in a battle field or causing any havoc making him somewhat vulnerable Appearance: He has a tan skin color, about 5.9 ft tall, thick eyebrows, wears a specially lightweight crafted rouge far lander armor, black hair and mysteriously noticeable grey eyes