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10-05-09, 02:12 AM
Name: Gregorin Ibarrin
Age: 423
Race: Human (Immortal)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 7'8"
Weight: 430
*Occupation: Mercenary
*Personality: Jovial and usually drunk. Friendly with others. Views fighting as a business arrangement, so tries to avoid fighting when unnecessary. Usually forgets his own strength when drinking, so good natured physical contact (back slapping, hand shaking, etc...) is sometimes overly hard.
Appearance: Heavily muscled and covered with thick body hair. His arms, chest, back, and face are criss-crossed with old battle scars and his nose is crooked from being broken multiple times and never reset properly. Because of this, he snores very loudly. He wears a bearskin loincloth and leggings, a bearskin cloak, and when not wearing his breast and back plate armor, he goes bare-chested. He also wears knee-high heavy boots made of leather with steel caps on the toes. His hair is long and shaggy, as is his beard
History: He is originally from a large clan-based nation known for producing mercenary armies to hire out to other warring nations. He was started in training in battle skills at a very young age and rose quickly through the ranks to become the youngest overgeneral of the mercenary armies of all the tribes in his clan. Because of his immense strength, courage and prowess on the battlefield, the war-gods of his clan blessed him with immortality. Then one day, after being hired to lead the massive combined mercenary armies of his clan against a supposedly unsuspecting nearby citystate, he came upon a surprise. They had bought warriors of their own, from another world. A huge battle ensued. However, his armies were no match for the giant creatures with the foul-smelling yellow blood. By the time it was all over, his armies had been slaughtered, leaving him the sole survivor. These monsters then went on to massacre his own home village, leaving everyone dead, incuding his beautiful wife and three young daughters. He has blamed himself for not being able to stop this othrworldy horde from their bloodlust. He vowed on the graves of his family to hunt down and kill the beasts that destroyed all he lived for, even if it took him until the end of time. Since then he has spent his eternal life wandering from tavern to tavern, drinking and hiring himself out as a common sell-sword to pay for his next flagon of mead. More than once, to pay for his alcoholism, he has resorted to common highway robbery.
Skills: ambidexterity
battleaxes, above average
throwing axes, average
swordsmanship, below average
intimidation, average
Equipment: twin steel battleaxes, twin steel throwing axes, single-handed broadsword, waterskin, a large clay jar filled with mead, a belt pouch containing flint, steel, and tinder, bearskin loincloth, thick leather belt, steel-capped knee-high leather boots, bearskin leggings, bearskin cloak with hood (ears still attatched to hood), steel brest and backplate armor, silver-inlaid steel gauntlets, another large belt pouch containing dried venison (or other dried meats).
*Familiars: a female bear cub that he adopted after killing the mother to make his cloak, named Gretel after his youngest daughter
*Note that these fields are optional, and you may be approved without them.
Age: 423
Race: Human (Immortal)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 7'8"
Weight: 430
*Occupation: Mercenary
*Personality: Jovial and usually drunk. Friendly with others. Views fighting as a business arrangement, so tries to avoid fighting when unnecessary. Usually forgets his own strength when drinking, so good natured physical contact (back slapping, hand shaking, etc...) is sometimes overly hard.
Appearance: Heavily muscled and covered with thick body hair. His arms, chest, back, and face are criss-crossed with old battle scars and his nose is crooked from being broken multiple times and never reset properly. Because of this, he snores very loudly. He wears a bearskin loincloth and leggings, a bearskin cloak, and when not wearing his breast and back plate armor, he goes bare-chested. He also wears knee-high heavy boots made of leather with steel caps on the toes. His hair is long and shaggy, as is his beard
History: He is originally from a large clan-based nation known for producing mercenary armies to hire out to other warring nations. He was started in training in battle skills at a very young age and rose quickly through the ranks to become the youngest overgeneral of the mercenary armies of all the tribes in his clan. Because of his immense strength, courage and prowess on the battlefield, the war-gods of his clan blessed him with immortality. Then one day, after being hired to lead the massive combined mercenary armies of his clan against a supposedly unsuspecting nearby citystate, he came upon a surprise. They had bought warriors of their own, from another world. A huge battle ensued. However, his armies were no match for the giant creatures with the foul-smelling yellow blood. By the time it was all over, his armies had been slaughtered, leaving him the sole survivor. These monsters then went on to massacre his own home village, leaving everyone dead, incuding his beautiful wife and three young daughters. He has blamed himself for not being able to stop this othrworldy horde from their bloodlust. He vowed on the graves of his family to hunt down and kill the beasts that destroyed all he lived for, even if it took him until the end of time. Since then he has spent his eternal life wandering from tavern to tavern, drinking and hiring himself out as a common sell-sword to pay for his next flagon of mead. More than once, to pay for his alcoholism, he has resorted to common highway robbery.
Skills: ambidexterity
battleaxes, above average
throwing axes, average
swordsmanship, below average
intimidation, average
Equipment: twin steel battleaxes, twin steel throwing axes, single-handed broadsword, waterskin, a large clay jar filled with mead, a belt pouch containing flint, steel, and tinder, bearskin loincloth, thick leather belt, steel-capped knee-high leather boots, bearskin leggings, bearskin cloak with hood (ears still attatched to hood), steel brest and backplate armor, silver-inlaid steel gauntlets, another large belt pouch containing dried venison (or other dried meats).
*Familiars: a female bear cub that he adopted after killing the mother to make his cloak, named Gretel after his youngest daughter
*Note that these fields are optional, and you may be approved without them.