Cormac Randolph



  • 1. Height: 6ft 5in.
    2. Skin Tone: Tanned / Western
    3. Eyes: Formerly Grey // Bright Yellow
    4. Hair: Black.
    5. Accent: Vaasa/Damara
    6. Recognizable Features: Often wearing black ash as makeup. This lines his eyes and blackens his lips and fingernails. His tattoos are possibly his most stand-out features, depicting wolves and bears, dragons and ravens.
    7. Commonly spoken languages: Common, Vaasan, Damaran, Giant
    8. Race: Human.
    9. Equipment Worn: Tight leather pants, blackened and gleaming. Spiked chain boots capped with skulls. He rotates between leather cuir bouilli, a lamellar surcoat, and his black dragonscale war harness.
    10. Equipment Carried: A mighty great-axe, the head of which is inlaid with the screaming raven sigil of Clan RannĂșlfr. An oversized longsword called 'Warblade'. And a great round Huscarl's shield, painted red, which bears a heavily decorated bronze boss; it depicts the snarling head of a dragon. Most recently, a flintlock pistol has been seen stuck haphazardly in his belt. His equipment is usually dark or blackened. Spiked and grim!
    11. Jewelry or Decorations: Lots of spikes. The shoulders of his cloak are made of the heads of a wolf and a bear respectively. A big seashell that had been broken is worn a round his neck. It was since repaired with wire, and hangs upon a string of hide and lace.
    12. Relatives: None known.
    13. Body Build: Strong, masculine, the body of a warrior.

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  • The Axe of Judgement

    *Patience is a virtue when you live for revenge
    Hide your weapons, veil your hate
    Seek your foes unguarded and
    Slay them
    Behead them
    Oh sweet revenge
    Behold, the axe of judgement falls
    (This is war)
    So make them suffer (suffer)
    I share no thought for the dark depths
    Where fate made me dwell
    My hate has shaped me to perfection
    A ruthless executioner
    Remember this hate was the only thought in my head
    When I woke up wounded on the ground
    Stabbed in the back, a coward's attack
    Curse you, this means war
    If I would believe in souls, I would slaughter yours
    But fear and agony in your eyes, will have to do
    Slay them
    Behead them
    Oh sweet revenge
    Behold, the axe of judgement falls
    (This is war)
    So make them suffer (suffer, suffer, suffer)

    When the axe of judgement (falls)
    The vindictive one stands (tall)
    When the axe of judgement (falls)
    The vindictive one stands (tall)

    Slay them
    Behead them
    Oh sweet revenge
    Behold, the axe of judgement falls
    (This is war)
    So make them suffer
    Yah!
    This is war (this is war)
    Make them suffer (make them suffer)*



  • Never even noticed this haha. :lol:



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  • How Cormac might see himself.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6SIHlK3LqQ

    @878a3e4bcc:

    The blade I swing is black as night
    Black as my soulless heart
    It bears the burden of many lives
    But I don't feel remorse

    I lent my sword to anyone
    Willing to pay the price
    No regrets for what I've done
    A mercenary's life

    But there I was on battlegrounds
    Until I felt the jaws of death cut into my flesh
    Defending old and weak
    But I did not retreat

    Now, here I lie in my own blood
    And strangers cry for me
    I'm prepared to meet the Gods
    I wish they'd let me be

    I don't deserve their sympathy
    I know who I am
    My soul is death and misery
    I am an evil man

    I rest in my blood, soon I will face the Gods
    Strangers cry for me, I wish they'd let me be
    Show no sympathy, shed no tears for me
    I know who I am, I am an evil man

    I know who I am, I am an evil man
    I know who I am, I am an evil man
    I know who I am, I am an evil man
    I know who I am, I am an evil man