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| Corinth; Dwarf (so don't mess) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 8 2006, 08:20 PM (129 Views) | |
| dragonlance | Oct 8 2006, 08:20 PM Post #1 |
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I swear it was the one armed man
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Name: Corinth Age: 207 Birthday: too old to care Gender: Male Job/Specialty: Digging Race: Dwarf Hair: long black hair, part of the left side of his beard in missing because he was too close to a baby dragon when it sneezed Eyes: black pupils Body: bulky and a bit overweight, very hairy, 3'11'', bulbous nose Home Village: South of Galfin, place called Shavrinth Varden or Empire: Varden Parents: adopted Siblings: none/unknown Character Personality: shifts from foot to foot when nervous, doesn’t trust easily, and hates people who bicker about the situation without acting. Character History: Born in a little village south of Galfin, Shavrinth. He traveled away as soon as he could walk knowing that he was destined for something much greater. In his travels he fell in love with a young(about 157, looked 100) dwarf female, he set up a weapons shop, they lived there together untill she was killed in an Empire raid. From then on he has been doing all in his power to piss of the Empire. He ran into a Ra'zac a while later and threw it into the water, sadly it was not deep enough and the Ra'zac did not drown. It was severly scared though. Character's good personality traits: smart, confident Character's bad personality traits: rash, pessimistic Weapons: big double headed axe that hangs on his back, hidden pouch of daggers in his tunic Likes: strong ale, a good fight Dislikes: hates water, dragons(because they sneeze around him) Character's Physical Description: brown tunic and legging, black leather boots, red belt, brown rucksack Dreams for the Future: not to die under 500 years old Reason for Dreams: cause dying ain't fun Role Play sample: Corinth shook his leg and pulled up his trousers, turning he walked over to his pack and picked it up. Then inhaling deeply he set off again, he was carrying all he owned in his pack and it wasn’t light. Getting bored Corinth started to sing to himself “Three little elves set off one day, to find a place to have play…” He had just finished the last part when he spied his destination in the distance. Relieved he set off at a faster pace. When he rounded the bend he stopped dead in his tracks. There was still some smoke left from the obvious raid. Drawing a dagger and concealing it in his hand he approached what was left of the village. Stopping in front of one of his favorite taverns he bent down and picked up an Urgal horn, “It must have been snapped of in a struggle, at least someone put up a fight.” Suddenly he heard a faint voice, turning he walked as silently as he could towards the noise. Rounding around a street corner he turned into an alley. There was a man leaned up against the wall bleeding form multiple wounds. Dropping his big pack he hurried over he knelt. “Hello, are you conscious.” There was a faint croak. Pulling a water skin from his pack he gave some to the man. “Here drink this, slowly, who did this?” The man coughed as he drank too fast. His breathing was shallow and he only managed to say “watch ou…” before an arrow pierce him in the chest. Another arrow meant for Corinth hit the bricks where he had been and shattered. Having gotten into a ball Corinth had rolled away and he now sprang back onto his feet, his dagger already halfway to its target. The dagger missed by a fraction but caused the figure to stumble and fall off the building he was standing on, to his death. Corinth ran over to the, would be assassins, body and examined it; the man was wearing black and had no insignias of any kind. Looking through the pockets of the man he found some gold pieces, some loot and a few weapons. He left the loot and the weapons but took the gold. Going back he got his pack and left the town going in the same direction as before. Wondering when this bloody war was going to end, the good bars where getting scarce. |
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The statement below is TRUE The statement above is FALSE Death is natures way of telling you to slow down -On A Pale Horse By Piers Anthony | |
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| Allasar | Oct 9 2006, 05:24 AM Post #2 |
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Not bad, add more to history though. |
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