Happy Friday!

So I only have two new tings for you guys today. One is a small picture of some designs for Ogres- it's not much, but it might give you an idea of what they'll look like. I've decided to include little nibblets of info here and there on Fridays for those that are interested, in case I don't have too much visual stuff to show you, like today.

This world is populated by a lot of different kinds of people- so many that nobody's really bothered to classify them into specie. So there's humans of all shapes and sizes, and then there's Ogres. Ogre's are big, a little dumb in most cases, and typically considered very aggressive. In point of fact, there are a lot of Ogres out there who resent the more savage of their breed who give them a bad name. Still, dangerous Ogres are a big problem in rural areas- they can't get on flying continents, however, since they're too heavy.

Ogres are well known for their mastery of magic. Most of the population in this world favor science, but Ogres, without any small hands to operate fine machinery, have learned more ritualistic ways to air condition their homes. All human magical knowledge came from Ogres originally.

In every generation of Ogres, since they breed less and there are far fewer of them, has one single monarch, chosen at the death of the previous ruler. The current lord is King Caliban. He's relatively young, but has exhibited a lot of maturity and common sense in his position. And that's everything you need to know about Ogres.

Here's the next character description.

Renard

Age: 16
Hit: Flowers, soap operas, fine clothes.
Miss: inelegance, loneliness
Personal Description: Gentleman Lover
Described by others as: A stick who’s afraid to let loose and be himself.
Superpower: flight, exceptional speed
Superproblem: Why is his whole body covered? (Made of wood- incapable of human contact. Also very fragile and vulnerable to fire or insects.)

Even while bemoaning the Stars penchant for getting carried away, Renard himself is prone to losing his poise at frequent intervals. With a reserved stance and a gladiatorial temper, Renard likes to see himself as the voice of reason- but in the face of his equally obsessive siblings, he usually falls short.


I'm out. Peace!