Shifting through the trees with naught a sound. Listening to the chirping of the birds, the animals, the babbling brook. To a King's Ranger like Rorick, this was paradise. But not all was well in the Garden of Eden. Illegal loggers, poachers, and general ne'er-do-well scum threatened the beauty and tranquility of the King's woods and it was the job of the rangers to hunt them down. While other ranger corps existed, The King's Rangers were the cream of the crop, the ones all criminals within the woods feared. Given the best training experience can offer and the best gear money can buy, they were forces to be reckoned.
Few know the origins of my character Rorick. To see him and his story today, no one would probably guess that he started years back before I was a furry as a roleplay character. More often than not, he took the form and garb of a ranger, a class I'm obsessed with to this day. I recently decided to get some profiles done of a few characters in my fantasy world, and Rorick here, as a throwback, was one of them.
