Verif
01-01-14, 05:18 PM
Name: Verif
Age: 125
Race: Dwarf
Height: 3' 5"
Weight: 180lbs
Occupation: Wandering Mercenary
Personality:
Tough Exterior, but very friendly demeanor. His Occupation is technically 'Traveling Mercenary', but because he usually
doesn't have a destination he prefers the word 'wandering'. He is very particular about his armor and axe, they were one
his first models when he learned to smith. At times he can be rude by telling someone if their armor or axe was made by
an amateur smith (Himself, not being very good). Racist to most other races and usually shows his dislike.
History:
His family lived in small town in Alerar. They were well known for making fine Steel weapons and armor. Verif was the older
brother of two siblings. Sianik, his younger brother excelled in smithing. Verif disdained from it, although a natural he stopped
learning after being able to make basic Iron equipment. Instead he found his passion from battle.
Their father's pride grew as they came into adulthood. He decided to get them to do community work for their village. Enlisting
Verif into the militia, and Sianik as a traveling merchant. Many years passed and their family business flourished. In turn, Sianik
would travel farther to sell his wares. Verif eagerly waited for his brother to hear of his adventures and stories. They would drink
and talk late into the night on the days Sianik would return.
Months passed and Sianik didn't return on the day he normally would and Verif's father grew concerned. Months turned to
years, and chests of gold spent yielded no results. Many days yelling can be heard from their home as Verif argued with his father.
"I will not allow it."
Slamming the dining table Verif replied, "You sit here and Sianik could be in trouble. I can find him, I know his route better than anyone!"
"Hundred men I have dispatched to find your brother, and they have found nothing. If something has happened to him, you are
my only living son. You will stay here. That is final." His father turned and left the room leaving Verif to his anger. That very night
Verif left.
Appearance:
Almost never removing his Iron armor, he is a foreboding sight indeed. But take off the armor, and you find a friendly face. Flat
and round, he had gained many pounds in his service of his village. His stomach is very round and he breathes heavily. His eyes are
dark brown and he has close cropped black hair. His beard is smaller than most of his brethren, but he finds it distracting when
swinging his axe.
Skills:
- Although slow, he excels in axe-melee from sheer will of force
- Learned by his father, Iron forging
- From years on the road, Wilderness Survival (Basic)
Abilities:
- Powerful Blow: (Axe) Verif can put all his force into a blow to push an opponent back. The enemy must within
touch range, and can be only done once per battle. Afterwards he is vulnerable to the next incoming attack.
- Heavy Armor Proficiency: From living years in the same armor he moves slightly faster than most in the encumbering armor.
- Amateur Smith: His natural affinity for armor and weapons allows him to see if their are weak points or faults.
Equipment/Weapons:
- His own made (first makes [slightly weak]) full Iron set and matching Two-handed battle axe.
- He also accumulated basic equipment for travel. (Torch, tent, cooking pot, hatchet, lantern, oil, flint)
- Sports Black Bear skin cloak, which is a matching pair to his brothers. Both cloaks were given as a gift from their father.
Age: 125
Race: Dwarf
Height: 3' 5"
Weight: 180lbs
Occupation: Wandering Mercenary
Personality:
Tough Exterior, but very friendly demeanor. His Occupation is technically 'Traveling Mercenary', but because he usually
doesn't have a destination he prefers the word 'wandering'. He is very particular about his armor and axe, they were one
his first models when he learned to smith. At times he can be rude by telling someone if their armor or axe was made by
an amateur smith (Himself, not being very good). Racist to most other races and usually shows his dislike.
History:
His family lived in small town in Alerar. They were well known for making fine Steel weapons and armor. Verif was the older
brother of two siblings. Sianik, his younger brother excelled in smithing. Verif disdained from it, although a natural he stopped
learning after being able to make basic Iron equipment. Instead he found his passion from battle.
Their father's pride grew as they came into adulthood. He decided to get them to do community work for their village. Enlisting
Verif into the militia, and Sianik as a traveling merchant. Many years passed and their family business flourished. In turn, Sianik
would travel farther to sell his wares. Verif eagerly waited for his brother to hear of his adventures and stories. They would drink
and talk late into the night on the days Sianik would return.
Months passed and Sianik didn't return on the day he normally would and Verif's father grew concerned. Months turned to
years, and chests of gold spent yielded no results. Many days yelling can be heard from their home as Verif argued with his father.
"I will not allow it."
Slamming the dining table Verif replied, "You sit here and Sianik could be in trouble. I can find him, I know his route better than anyone!"
"Hundred men I have dispatched to find your brother, and they have found nothing. If something has happened to him, you are
my only living son. You will stay here. That is final." His father turned and left the room leaving Verif to his anger. That very night
Verif left.
Appearance:
Almost never removing his Iron armor, he is a foreboding sight indeed. But take off the armor, and you find a friendly face. Flat
and round, he had gained many pounds in his service of his village. His stomach is very round and he breathes heavily. His eyes are
dark brown and he has close cropped black hair. His beard is smaller than most of his brethren, but he finds it distracting when
swinging his axe.
Skills:
- Although slow, he excels in axe-melee from sheer will of force
- Learned by his father, Iron forging
- From years on the road, Wilderness Survival (Basic)
Abilities:
- Powerful Blow: (Axe) Verif can put all his force into a blow to push an opponent back. The enemy must within
touch range, and can be only done once per battle. Afterwards he is vulnerable to the next incoming attack.
- Heavy Armor Proficiency: From living years in the same armor he moves slightly faster than most in the encumbering armor.
- Amateur Smith: His natural affinity for armor and weapons allows him to see if their are weak points or faults.
Equipment/Weapons:
- His own made (first makes [slightly weak]) full Iron set and matching Two-handed battle axe.
- He also accumulated basic equipment for travel. (Torch, tent, cooking pot, hatchet, lantern, oil, flint)
- Sports Black Bear skin cloak, which is a matching pair to his brothers. Both cloaks were given as a gift from their father.