Thread: Portal - Character Thread

Player Nam e Alvis Alendran CHARACTER NAME Hrothgar Ekretsson of the Baodell Clan Occupation Wandering fugitive, occasional mercenary Theme Song Physical Traits Age 28 Sex Male Race Half-Orc Eye color Blue Hair color Black Hair length Shaved, occasional stubble Height 7 foot six inches Weight 418 lbs Scars C ombat scars across much of his torso Other noticeable traits Metal rings around his arms, looking like blades that have been bent around his limbs Psychological Traits Sexual Orientation Straight Likes Honesty, loyalty, respect Dislikes Pre-judgements, people who won't listen, elves Fears Losing control Personality Can be friendly, offers respect and trust to those around him. Does not forget slights against him, slow to forgive, but always willing to try. When a fight starts, lives to his heritage, takes few to no prisoners and fights with his all. Skills Orcish trained in combat, traveled to expand his repertoire, has several styles under his belt. Excellent hunter, respectable tracker, and general survival skills Supernatural abilities Possesses the anger of his race, is also touched by a fury of his ancestors, sometimes emerging in an explosion of force and violence. Story Growing up amongst a clan of orcs that were doing all they could to try and civilize themselves and rise above their natures, Hrothgar was marked for great things early, his rapidly expanding size and strength indicators of that. Strength alone wasn't the prized thing though, control was, and when Hrothgar lost his control costing the lives of several clansmen, he left in a self imposed exile, seeking a better way. What he largely found was people that would mistrust and hate him on sight, fearing his size and heritage. Discouraged, but not dissuaded, he pressed on, doing what good he could, where he could, often to no thanks or reward. Looking to earn some extra money, Hrothgar entered a tournament of arms, his strength besting all of those he faced, including the local Lords picked champion. When the lord denied him his rightful prize, Hrothgar denounced him as a coward. The Lord set his guards on the half-orc, and carnage erupted. Since then a price has been on his head, and many seek to claim it, though most of those wind up dead. On the run, he finds what work he can, where he can, and has been long avoiding contact with the growing Empire. But with the city of Eastbourne potentially coming under threat, there has been a call for fighters to bolster the defense, and coin to pay them. Hrothgar has come to make good on this, and to make a stand for himself and for others. How I Look I don't do pictures. A large example, even for one of his people, Hrothgar towers over most everyone he meets. His skin tone marks him as an orc from the clans that dwell in hostile mountains far to the south, the light reddish tone a clear sign. His face is dotted with small nicks from uncounted fights, but no major scars adorn him. While he does possess the tusks of his fathers people, they are smaller, much more subtle than most, making him less threatening in many ways. Still, standing with his height, and being over six feet across in the shoulders, he is impossible to miss in a crowd. After a long string of damaged and destroyed shirts, Hrothgar has abandoned them completely, bare chested in battle and leisure, though he does often adorn himself with the bright blue whorls of war paint from his clan. Heavy trousers that have seen plenty of use might have been black once, but they are faded now. He wears boots that came from his clan, large hobnailed boots with an iron plate over the toe and top of his foot. A monstrous belt has three pouches on the back, usually holding a large iron sphere in each, an orcish shotput, Hrothgar's preferred weapon of choice for distance. True to his blood, he carries a large, double headed axe with him, the blade worn from use, but still killing sharp.