Post by candlewacks on Jan 1, 2015 12:48:14 GMT -5
Character Sheet
Name:
Swiftwind Balasar
Race:
Dragonborn
Background:
Out-lander
Appearance:
Balasar is huge, often towering over other dragonborn. His scales shine a bright, iridescent silver... should he ever actually wash them. With far more care put into the care and maintenance of his equipment than himself, he is often unwashed. His armor, though well cared for, is made from various different sets of chain mail that were originally too small, and he had to crudely work together to cover his entire bulk.
Personality Traits:
I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups.
Ideals:
Honor. If I dishonor myself, I dishonor my clan's name.
Bond:
I am the last of my clan, and it is up to me to ensure their names enter legend.
Flaw:
There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.
History:
Balasar was born second son of the chief of the Swiftwinds; a small tribe of nomadic dragonborn from the desert in far the east. Living in the desert lead the Swiftwinds to value discipline and strength over all else. They could not afford to accommodate the weak and unruly in such an inhospitable land.
Where his brother was expected to lead the tribe as a whole, Balasar was expected to be the first in battle. Balasar was taught that he must be the strongest, that he must always follow orders without question, and that he must always protect the people around him. He excelled at all of the things expected of him.
On his 15th birthday, he left on his own for his rite-of-passage into adulthood. A week of solitude with nothing but the clothes on his back and a knife in his pocket. His training through childhood left him with all of the skills he needed to survive his test with little difficulty... if it weren't for his little sister, Perra. On his second day on his own, he found her collapsed behind him. She was concerned for his safety and had followed him. She was the runt of the clan, never much growing out of childhood. She had not been trained in the ways of survival, and made Balasar's trial all the more difficult, but he still managed to care for both Perra and himself.
When they returned to their tribe, they found everyone dead, their homes crushed. The Swiftwind clan had been ventured too close to the mountains, and were killed a band of raiding giants. They spend days searching for survivors and burying the dead. Though he felt a great sadness, Balasar did not mourn his loss; he knew that he and his sister would die if he wasted any time on grief. Perra wanted revenge, but Balasar knew the folly of such an endeavor; they must survive. He would not let the Swiftwinds die out completely. Two years later, when their migration path took them once again near the mountains, Balasar awoke to find Perra missing. She left a path clearly straight to the mountains. Fearing the worst, Balasar immediately took off after her.
Once he reached the mountains proper, Balasar was no longer able to follow her trail. He was trained in the ways of the desert, not of the mountains or forests. He searched fervently for anything relating to her, dragonborn of any kind, even searching for giants that she may have come across. He spent two more years scouring the mountains, searching for his sister and learning the ways of the mountain, losing hope the entire time. Finally, he heard word of a small, short dragonborn having headed west out of the mountains. Being his only lead, and finally having some thread of hope to hold on to, he left the mountains, heading into the rest of the world.
Name:
Swiftwind Balasar
Race:
Dragonborn
Background:
Out-lander
Appearance:
Balasar is huge, often towering over other dragonborn. His scales shine a bright, iridescent silver... should he ever actually wash them. With far more care put into the care and maintenance of his equipment than himself, he is often unwashed. His armor, though well cared for, is made from various different sets of chain mail that were originally too small, and he had to crudely work together to cover his entire bulk.
Personality Traits:
I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups.
Ideals:
Honor. If I dishonor myself, I dishonor my clan's name.
Bond:
I am the last of my clan, and it is up to me to ensure their names enter legend.
Flaw:
There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.
History:
Balasar was born second son of the chief of the Swiftwinds; a small tribe of nomadic dragonborn from the desert in far the east. Living in the desert lead the Swiftwinds to value discipline and strength over all else. They could not afford to accommodate the weak and unruly in such an inhospitable land.
Where his brother was expected to lead the tribe as a whole, Balasar was expected to be the first in battle. Balasar was taught that he must be the strongest, that he must always follow orders without question, and that he must always protect the people around him. He excelled at all of the things expected of him.
On his 15th birthday, he left on his own for his rite-of-passage into adulthood. A week of solitude with nothing but the clothes on his back and a knife in his pocket. His training through childhood left him with all of the skills he needed to survive his test with little difficulty... if it weren't for his little sister, Perra. On his second day on his own, he found her collapsed behind him. She was concerned for his safety and had followed him. She was the runt of the clan, never much growing out of childhood. She had not been trained in the ways of survival, and made Balasar's trial all the more difficult, but he still managed to care for both Perra and himself.
When they returned to their tribe, they found everyone dead, their homes crushed. The Swiftwind clan had been ventured too close to the mountains, and were killed a band of raiding giants. They spend days searching for survivors and burying the dead. Though he felt a great sadness, Balasar did not mourn his loss; he knew that he and his sister would die if he wasted any time on grief. Perra wanted revenge, but Balasar knew the folly of such an endeavor; they must survive. He would not let the Swiftwinds die out completely. Two years later, when their migration path took them once again near the mountains, Balasar awoke to find Perra missing. She left a path clearly straight to the mountains. Fearing the worst, Balasar immediately took off after her.
Once he reached the mountains proper, Balasar was no longer able to follow her trail. He was trained in the ways of the desert, not of the mountains or forests. He searched fervently for anything relating to her, dragonborn of any kind, even searching for giants that she may have come across. He spent two more years scouring the mountains, searching for his sister and learning the ways of the mountain, losing hope the entire time. Finally, he heard word of a small, short dragonborn having headed west out of the mountains. Being his only lead, and finally having some thread of hope to hold on to, he left the mountains, heading into the rest of the world.
