Gorin Character Creation
Jan 20, 2012 20:34:07 GMT -5
Post by asherred on Jan 20, 2012 20:34:07 GMT -5
Full Name:
Gorin Tul Gilten
Other name:
Gorin the Cursed
Race:
Dwarf
Side:
Neutral
Birthplace:
A small village near Dalgon
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
December 3
Eyes:
Golden
Hair:
Coal Black
Weight:
150 pounds
Height:
4 feet
Magic User:
No
Preferred Weapon(s):
Bow and sword
Appearance:
A muddy shadow that doesn't look important or worthless. He seems to be just there. Not a part of anything that mattered but just another dwarf in a dirty old cloak who's unkempt crows nest of hair always looks as if it needed a wash, even when emerging from the wash. The one thing remarkable about Gorin's appearances are the gold flecked eyes that he tries hard to hide with his grubby exterior
Likes:
His simple life in the poor section of Farthen Dûr.
Dislikes:
Greed, redundancy, and the war.
Strengths:
Decent fighter with bows, swords, axes, sticks, cobblestones, chairs, severed limbs, and his teeth.
Weakness:
The curse, and his short temper
Family:
A father and a mother who both died in a fire when he was young.
Not-So-Brief History:
He always knew of the curse. It was a family story that he didn't take seriously enough. His father used to tell his of his great great great grandfather who tricked a dragon rider into giving him a large amount of gold. The rider was so enraged he cursed the man and his family to never posses wealth safely. Gorin learned this story the hard way when his house burnt to the ground after he stole a gold piece from the local madman Slemin Bardstriker. For four more years he lived off of whatever he could find and refusing wealth whenever and wherever it showed itself. It was at this time he found a bow left behind by someone in the tavern and taught himself to fire it. This period of living in his hometown ended when a close friend, Harmor Oc Neixl, not believing in the curse, slipped a silver ring into Gorin's pocket. In the raid on the village by a local band of thugs surely caused, Harmor lost his life. Harmor ran to Farthen Dûr and has lived there taking up a job at a bakery (paid with bread) ever since.
Anything extra:
No
Password:
Witch
