Post by Matthew on Sept 5, 2014 21:03:15 GMT -5
"Dead men tell no tales...works for me, I don't like to listen."
Name: Valraukar
Race: Human
Background: Corsair (Pirate)
Appearance:
6'5", bristling with knotted muscle.
Naturally pale, but fairly tanned right now due to all the time spent at sea.
Coarse, dark hair is spiked using bear fat, making him seem even taller.
Thick eyebrows hide dark, sunken eyes. Unkempt beard covers full lips and off-white teeth.
Attractive in a rough-hewn, wild sort of way.
Gold armring distinctively marks him as a northman(as do the crest of hair & tomahawks) from the
tundra beyond the Baldwick Mtns, it consists of twisted wire with sea serpent and wolf motifs (the scions of his clan.) Arms are decorated with plenty of scars from fights/duels/battles, though his face has been spared, mostly because most are too short to reach it.
Dressed in dark oilskin breeches, leather sandals & a billowing wolfskin cloak(which clearly marks him as a pirate, see below.) Goes about bare-chested(only in terms of clothes, there are 70's porn star levels of chest hair going on)& disdains armor.
Typically carries his greataxe around on his back, wears a short stabbing blade on a leather strap across his chest, tomahawks hang from his belt.
Mannerisms:
Quick to laughter and to anger.
Enjoys the company of other fighting men due to his warrior culture of origin and time spent at sea on a warship.
Also frequently employs a crude sense of humor, also due to so much time at sea and amongst warriors/pirates.
Specialty: Tunnel rat (see background)
Personality Traits:
-Violent, grew up in a warrior culture, lived as a pirate. Fighting is what he's good at, and like most people who are talented, he enjoys making use of that talent.
-Reckless, thrill seeking often trumps self-preservation.
-Suspicious of authority, living in the fringes of society (piracy) has sparked a disdain for authority in him.
-Unpredictable, "Wild card!"
Ideals:
"Don't over think things. Thinking hurts, and dying hurts, therefore keeping thinking to a minimum is the key to life & happiness. Makes sense to me."
"Life is cruel, short, and random, seize opportunity when it arises."
"Give me a violent death 1000 times over rather than die old and fat in my bed."
Bond:
Chaotic background, thrill of combat, and wanderlust propel him though life like a pinball bouncing from one dangerous situation to another.
Flaw:
Love of fighting & crude wit get him into trouble.
Background:
Valraukar was born to a warrior clan of northmen in the tundra beyond the Baldwick Mtns. Taught to use a tomahawk, climb, and sail from the time he could walk, he followed the traditional warrior path of his people. Large even by clan standards, he became a man & a warrior at 12; the rite of passage of the tribe consists of sending the boy off alone & naked save for a tomahawk up into the foothills of the mountains, where he must kill a winter wolf & take it's skin or else leave the clan forever. He served as a raider on the longships of his Jarl (the lord of the clan), raiding the coastal villages of rival clans.
One evening, during his 17th year, a rival clan raided his village, putting most of the men to the sword and selling the rest to slavery. Valraukar was sold to a caravan headed to a large coastal city, south of Baldwick mountains. In the city he was again sold, this time being bought by a wealthy burgomeister who used the large northman as a pit fighter. Though successful, and admittedly satisfied by the life of battle, the fiercely independent Valraukar resented the yolk of thralldom; one night he strangled his handler, escaped his chains, and murdered his master along with much of the household.
Chased by the authorities, he sought asylum on the high seas, sailing under the sea serpent flag of the corsairs of Al-Mar the Reaper & his vessel, Leviathan. The raiders of Al-Mar were marked by their sea serpent flag and the dark grey cloaks of sea serpent hide they all wore, as well as the black hulls of the Leviathan and their ferocity on sea or land. The vicious captain put the eager & enormous youth's skills as a fighter, sailor, & climber to work as the nautical version of a tunnel rat; he would climb, leap, or swing aboard the deck of an enemy ship, sabotaging sails and casting grappling hooks back to the rails of the Leviathan, enabling his shipmates to tether the ships together and board the unfortunate target vessel en masse.
For nearly a decade Al-Mar & the Leviathan terrorized the open waters and coastlines, taking slaves to sell, robbing, & killing. Hunted and hated by lawful ships and the authorities, captain, crew, and ship became infamous on both sides of the sea, and many a sea captain's heart sank at the sight of sails bearing the sea serpent on the horizon. One fateful day, they plundered a city galleon carrying an important priest of the city temple; as his crew fought with the city's marines, Al-Mar cut down the cleric. As he died, the priest offered up his prayers to the gods of the deep, crying out for vengeance...and lo! They were answered, for that day a titanic seabeast capsized the Leviathan, shearing timbers apart, devouring men or drowning them in its wake. Valraukar survived by clinging to the wreckage of the middenmast, drifting for 4 days before being spat up on shore by the tide, nearly crazy from thirst and hunger. He lived off of roots and berries for nearly a week, until he spotted a merchant caravan; casting aside his sea serpent cloak to prevent recognition, he begged to travel with the caravan, acting as a guard in return for food. The caravan traveled to Blackdawn City, where Valraukar found work as a debt collector/loan shark. He is preparing to venture out into the wild to find Shorthon "Shorty" Shingleman, the dishonest & seedy innkeeper at the dive known as Shorty's, who is quite a few coins in debt; Shorty has recently gone missing, presumably skipping town to avoid the consequences of delinquent payments. Valraukar has been ordered to "Get Shorty" or at least his money.
Character sheet to follow, but I am playing him as a barbarian. -Matt
Name: Valraukar
Race: Human
Background: Corsair (Pirate)
Appearance:
6'5", bristling with knotted muscle.
Naturally pale, but fairly tanned right now due to all the time spent at sea.
Coarse, dark hair is spiked using bear fat, making him seem even taller.
Thick eyebrows hide dark, sunken eyes. Unkempt beard covers full lips and off-white teeth.
Attractive in a rough-hewn, wild sort of way.
Gold armring distinctively marks him as a northman(as do the crest of hair & tomahawks) from the
tundra beyond the Baldwick Mtns, it consists of twisted wire with sea serpent and wolf motifs (the scions of his clan.) Arms are decorated with plenty of scars from fights/duels/battles, though his face has been spared, mostly because most are too short to reach it.
Dressed in dark oilskin breeches, leather sandals & a billowing wolfskin cloak(which clearly marks him as a pirate, see below.) Goes about bare-chested(only in terms of clothes, there are 70's porn star levels of chest hair going on)& disdains armor.
Typically carries his greataxe around on his back, wears a short stabbing blade on a leather strap across his chest, tomahawks hang from his belt.
Mannerisms:
Quick to laughter and to anger.
Enjoys the company of other fighting men due to his warrior culture of origin and time spent at sea on a warship.
Also frequently employs a crude sense of humor, also due to so much time at sea and amongst warriors/pirates.
Specialty: Tunnel rat (see background)
Personality Traits:
-Violent, grew up in a warrior culture, lived as a pirate. Fighting is what he's good at, and like most people who are talented, he enjoys making use of that talent.
-Reckless, thrill seeking often trumps self-preservation.
-Suspicious of authority, living in the fringes of society (piracy) has sparked a disdain for authority in him.
-Unpredictable, "Wild card!"
Ideals:
"Don't over think things. Thinking hurts, and dying hurts, therefore keeping thinking to a minimum is the key to life & happiness. Makes sense to me."
"Life is cruel, short, and random, seize opportunity when it arises."
"Give me a violent death 1000 times over rather than die old and fat in my bed."
Bond:
Chaotic background, thrill of combat, and wanderlust propel him though life like a pinball bouncing from one dangerous situation to another.
Flaw:
Love of fighting & crude wit get him into trouble.
Background:
Valraukar was born to a warrior clan of northmen in the tundra beyond the Baldwick Mtns. Taught to use a tomahawk, climb, and sail from the time he could walk, he followed the traditional warrior path of his people. Large even by clan standards, he became a man & a warrior at 12; the rite of passage of the tribe consists of sending the boy off alone & naked save for a tomahawk up into the foothills of the mountains, where he must kill a winter wolf & take it's skin or else leave the clan forever. He served as a raider on the longships of his Jarl (the lord of the clan), raiding the coastal villages of rival clans.
One evening, during his 17th year, a rival clan raided his village, putting most of the men to the sword and selling the rest to slavery. Valraukar was sold to a caravan headed to a large coastal city, south of Baldwick mountains. In the city he was again sold, this time being bought by a wealthy burgomeister who used the large northman as a pit fighter. Though successful, and admittedly satisfied by the life of battle, the fiercely independent Valraukar resented the yolk of thralldom; one night he strangled his handler, escaped his chains, and murdered his master along with much of the household.
Chased by the authorities, he sought asylum on the high seas, sailing under the sea serpent flag of the corsairs of Al-Mar the Reaper & his vessel, Leviathan. The raiders of Al-Mar were marked by their sea serpent flag and the dark grey cloaks of sea serpent hide they all wore, as well as the black hulls of the Leviathan and their ferocity on sea or land. The vicious captain put the eager & enormous youth's skills as a fighter, sailor, & climber to work as the nautical version of a tunnel rat; he would climb, leap, or swing aboard the deck of an enemy ship, sabotaging sails and casting grappling hooks back to the rails of the Leviathan, enabling his shipmates to tether the ships together and board the unfortunate target vessel en masse.
For nearly a decade Al-Mar & the Leviathan terrorized the open waters and coastlines, taking slaves to sell, robbing, & killing. Hunted and hated by lawful ships and the authorities, captain, crew, and ship became infamous on both sides of the sea, and many a sea captain's heart sank at the sight of sails bearing the sea serpent on the horizon. One fateful day, they plundered a city galleon carrying an important priest of the city temple; as his crew fought with the city's marines, Al-Mar cut down the cleric. As he died, the priest offered up his prayers to the gods of the deep, crying out for vengeance...and lo! They were answered, for that day a titanic seabeast capsized the Leviathan, shearing timbers apart, devouring men or drowning them in its wake. Valraukar survived by clinging to the wreckage of the middenmast, drifting for 4 days before being spat up on shore by the tide, nearly crazy from thirst and hunger. He lived off of roots and berries for nearly a week, until he spotted a merchant caravan; casting aside his sea serpent cloak to prevent recognition, he begged to travel with the caravan, acting as a guard in return for food. The caravan traveled to Blackdawn City, where Valraukar found work as a debt collector/loan shark. He is preparing to venture out into the wild to find Shorthon "Shorty" Shingleman, the dishonest & seedy innkeeper at the dive known as Shorty's, who is quite a few coins in debt; Shorty has recently gone missing, presumably skipping town to avoid the consequences of delinquent payments. Valraukar has been ordered to "Get Shorty" or at least his money.
Character sheet to follow, but I am playing him as a barbarian. -Matt
