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GENERAL-
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Name:[/b][/color] Alric Gold Digger
Profession: Wanderer, Mercenary, All around Dwarven Badass.
Alignment:
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Dwarf
Age: 73
Sex: Male
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 213lb
Hair Color: A deep ravens black, when the sun hits it just right it sets off dark red highlights.
Eye Color: A wintry blue, ranges with his emotions from stormy sky to hard chips of ice.
Voice Description: Clear and resonant and dry as a bucket full of salt. He is capable of mantaining a relaxed and confident tone even in the most dire circumstances.
Clothing: His typical attire consists of sturdy no nonsense clothing. Tough and reliable trousers and blouses, heavy jackets and sturdy well made boots and gloves. Colors typically run in dark greens, browns, reds and the odd black. He tends to eshew of jewelry and unnecessary adornments, only carrying a single amulet with him at all times.
Build / Complexion: A veritable giant among his kind, Alric stands head and shoulders over the average dwarf. His height combines oddly with his natural dwarven stockiness to make his legs and arms look somewhat stretched. Hard muscles are slightly softened under the physic of a well fed and healthy man. His skin is a dark carmel tan taking on a slight reddish hue around his eyes and mouth.
Physical Description: Alric's apearance can be sumed up in two words, "Dashing Rogue." ...Or so he would like, but unfortunately reality fall short of the mark and lands firmly in the territory of "Thuggish Brute."
His hobnailed boots and steel greaves seem ready to kick a puppy or some other small helpless creature at a moments notice. On his hip rests a strange weapon, an extremely long and sharp needle like blade. From his shoulders hangs an oddly stiff jacket of deep brown leather, large steel pauldrons at each shoulder seem designed more for bashing down doors than protection. His armored hands are almost always in motion, twirling coins, stroking his weapons, fondling barmaids ... that sort of thing.
Shaggy black dreadlocks losely gathered at the back hang down to his shoulder blades. Uncommon among dwarves Alric keeps his face neatly clean shaven, allowing only a small patch at the tip of his squared jaw to grow out. He lets what beard he does have grow long, twining several individual braids into an intricate pattern. His eyes, appearing large under a hawkish brow, and a long beakish nose gives his face a decidedly predatory appearance. His wide mouth is almost always turned up in the corner in a sardonic smirk.
Needless to say, he is a rather striking figure.
MENTAL-
Likes:
Alric is an unrepentant letcher and will unashamedly flirt with females of an species, even the undead ones. He has a deep love of everything musical and can often be heard humming particularly bawdy tunes, though sappy romantic melodies can occasionally slip past his lips. Like most dwarves he has a soft spot in his heart for alcohol in all its forms, from the highest class wine to the cheapest gutter whiskey. Quite skillful at legerdemain, juggling, slight of hand, and other mundane magic tricks and will often unconsciously preform small routines with coins or other small items.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: Alric's stories fo his past exploits are many and colorful, often varying wildly from day to day, but one thing always remains constant throughout them all, he refuses to speak about his place of birth or early childhood.
Current Residence: None at the moment, he tends to get bored of areas to quickly to properly settle down.
Known Family: He rarely speaks of his family and when he does he's vague and evasive.
Chosen Pantheon: None
Preferred Deity: None
Past History: Alrics tales of the past are often boastful and vary wildly from day to day, however there are a few things that are almost always constant, it is advised to take this information with a skeptical attitude and a grain of salt.
According to him he was chased out of his village at the tender age of fourty by a horde of irate fathers after several of their daughters mysteriously lost their chastities. Barely escaping with his life he took up the life of a wandering adventurer, vowing never to return. Alric spent several decades wandering the world preforming various feats of derring do, including but not limited to, single handedly fighting off a kraken, destroying a large clan of bandits, saving an orphanage from burning down, rescuing a princess, deflowering a princess, excaping from the royal guard, and bedding enough females to fill a small city among many many others. The validity of these claims is questionable at best.
Site History: None at the moment.
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GENERAL-
Name:[/b][/color] Alric Gold Digger
Profession: Wanderer, Mercenary, All around Dwarven Badass.
Alignment:
- Chaotic Neutral- “Chaotic Neutral characters do whatever the hell they like and damn the consequences (unless they're too noble or hurtful, watch out for that part!). Some say they're the ultimate free spirits, others that they're just crazy. Either way, there's no telling what they'll decide to do next - their main, and often only, concern is their own freedom. Whose side are they on? It's doubted that they even know themselves. Nobody else does. Chaotic Neutrals detest the self righteous, believe in power to the individual—and notably power to themselves as they are interested in their personal gain. However, they do not intentionally harm the innocent, even for their own personal needs. These characters are also useful in any story that involves something that isn't damnably black and white in the outcomes.”
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Dwarf
- General Information: Amongst the most diversly skilled of people in Solabren are the Dwarves. They are extremely talented craftsman and blacksmiths, especially when dealing with the creation of superior weapons and armor. Perhaps the only thing they are better at is brewing and drinking alcoholic beverages, such as stouts, ales, and meads. Bawdy tales of glory and boastworthy events fill Dwarven taverns and places of gathering, and even the most skilled of human warriors would be hard to beat them in a game of tongues. Dwarves are also a superstitious people, and while they are known for their warrior aptitude, many are afraid to venture above the surface and into the wide world of Solabren, as they believe the sky will fall on them (as there is nothing to hold it up), or that they will venture off of the edge of the world.
Pro's / Con's: As hardy as any Winterborn would wish to be, Dwarves are a physically robust (if only short) people (+10 to Vitality, +5 to Endurance, +5 to Strength) who are skilled at close combat (+5 to Hand to Hand, +10 to Close Armed). Their minds are well wrapped around warfare as well (+5 to Skill, +5 to Cunning), but unfortunately their diminutive stature limits their ranged combat ability (-7 to Ranged Combat, -7 to Extended Accuracy) as well as their ability to move quickly (-7 to Speed, -5 to Agility).
Age: 73
Sex: Male
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 213lb
Hair Color: A deep ravens black, when the sun hits it just right it sets off dark red highlights.
Eye Color: A wintry blue, ranges with his emotions from stormy sky to hard chips of ice.
Voice Description: Clear and resonant and dry as a bucket full of salt. He is capable of mantaining a relaxed and confident tone even in the most dire circumstances.
Clothing: His typical attire consists of sturdy no nonsense clothing. Tough and reliable trousers and blouses, heavy jackets and sturdy well made boots and gloves. Colors typically run in dark greens, browns, reds and the odd black. He tends to eshew of jewelry and unnecessary adornments, only carrying a single amulet with him at all times.
Build / Complexion: A veritable giant among his kind, Alric stands head and shoulders over the average dwarf. His height combines oddly with his natural dwarven stockiness to make his legs and arms look somewhat stretched. Hard muscles are slightly softened under the physic of a well fed and healthy man. His skin is a dark carmel tan taking on a slight reddish hue around his eyes and mouth.
Physical Description: Alric's apearance can be sumed up in two words, "Dashing Rogue." ...Or so he would like, but unfortunately reality fall short of the mark and lands firmly in the territory of "Thuggish Brute."
His hobnailed boots and steel greaves seem ready to kick a puppy or some other small helpless creature at a moments notice. On his hip rests a strange weapon, an extremely long and sharp needle like blade. From his shoulders hangs an oddly stiff jacket of deep brown leather, large steel pauldrons at each shoulder seem designed more for bashing down doors than protection. His armored hands are almost always in motion, twirling coins, stroking his weapons, fondling barmaids ... that sort of thing.
Shaggy black dreadlocks losely gathered at the back hang down to his shoulder blades. Uncommon among dwarves Alric keeps his face neatly clean shaven, allowing only a small patch at the tip of his squared jaw to grow out. He lets what beard he does have grow long, twining several individual braids into an intricate pattern. His eyes, appearing large under a hawkish brow, and a long beakish nose gives his face a decidedly predatory appearance. His wide mouth is almost always turned up in the corner in a sardonic smirk.
Needless to say, he is a rather striking figure.
MENTAL-
Likes:
- Alcohol - Be it beer or wine, he loves it in any form or flavor. Preferably in as great a quantity as possible.
- Females - Be they Dwarven, human or otherwise, he will attempt to get into their beds.
- Song - A deep appreciation of music in all its forms, the more boisterous and bawdy the better
- Stealth - Quite apart from his normal attitude, when he is on buisness he is quiet and self contained. He will attempt to finish his task as quickly and quietly as possible, even going to great pains to be as silent as possible.
- Authority -- He has a dislikeof government officials and law enforcement agents, especially if they received the position by virtue of blood.
- Laws - He sees them more as vague outlines or a voluntary code of conduct he generally abides by.
- Arrogance - The one thing he truely despises above all others is the concept that "I am better than blank simply because blank."
- Unnecessary pain - He dislikes causing undue pain, it simply isn't efficient. He will attempt to defeat and/or kill his opponents as painlessly as possible.
- Agility - He is quite fast and agile for a dwarf.
- Close combat - Skillful knife work, martial arts and good ol' brawling.
- Sleight of hand - He is skilled at misdirection and leading the eye.
- Stealth - He's a sneaky bastard.
- Females -- He is an unrepentant flirt.
- Ranged combat - He likes getting up close and personal, if he can't get in your face he's out of luck.
- Magic - He doesn't really have much defense against spells other than dodging.
- Camilla Desdemona Eldosia - Beads of cold sweat run down his spine at the mere mention of the name.
Alric is an unrepentant letcher and will unashamedly flirt with females of an species, even the undead ones. He has a deep love of everything musical and can often be heard humming particularly bawdy tunes, though sappy romantic melodies can occasionally slip past his lips. Like most dwarves he has a soft spot in his heart for alcohol in all its forms, from the highest class wine to the cheapest gutter whiskey. Quite skillful at legerdemain, juggling, slight of hand, and other mundane magic tricks and will often unconsciously preform small routines with coins or other small items.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: Alric's stories fo his past exploits are many and colorful, often varying wildly from day to day, but one thing always remains constant throughout them all, he refuses to speak about his place of birth or early childhood.
Current Residence: None at the moment, he tends to get bored of areas to quickly to properly settle down.
Known Family: He rarely speaks of his family and when he does he's vague and evasive.
Chosen Pantheon: None
Preferred Deity: None
Past History: Alrics tales of the past are often boastful and vary wildly from day to day, however there are a few things that are almost always constant, it is advised to take this information with a skeptical attitude and a grain of salt.
According to him he was chased out of his village at the tender age of fourty by a horde of irate fathers after several of their daughters mysteriously lost their chastities. Barely escaping with his life he took up the life of a wandering adventurer, vowing never to return. Alric spent several decades wandering the world preforming various feats of derring do, including but not limited to, single handedly fighting off a kraken, destroying a large clan of bandits, saving an orphanage from burning down, rescuing a princess, deflowering a princess, excaping from the royal guard, and bedding enough females to fill a small city among many many others. The validity of these claims is questionable at best.
Site History: None at the moment.
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