Barret Gonnhirrim
Dec 15, 2013 12:57:36 GMT -5
Post by Aelodil on Dec 15, 2013 12:57:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Barret Gonnhirrim
Other name: Master of Stones
Race: Dwarf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Farthen Dur
Age: 82
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 5th
Eyes: Dark brown, sometimes mistaken for black.
Hair: Jet black
Weight: 92 Kg
Height: 4"6
Magic User: Not really. Only knows how to shield his mind. Never tried assaulting another mind.
Preferred Weapon(s): Barret prefers to hold a weapon twice his size rather than a weapon his size. He uses a two handed battleaxe that is just about as big as he is. He wields it surprisingly with ease despite his small and weak appearance.
Appearance: Barret is rarely found out of his apron which he uses while he works on his metal. He always wears it, even when he's wearing armor under it. In battle he tends to wear a chain mail link under his apron and a faithful helmet that he had for years. The helmet is lavishly oriented and has a slight dent in it, but that dent was a result of a large stone that hit his head. According to him, if it wasn't for that helmet, he would never be alive and so he still uses it for it's his "lucky charm".
Anytime he is found outside of the forge or outside of combat he is wearing a casual leather-skin vest and over it his apron. He has this scar on his back that goes from the left of his hip all the way to the right shoulder as a result from his combat with a dragon.
Personality: Barret is a hard nut to break in the sense that, if he is ever caught and interrogated about a person, he will not yield. If the person is his friend then there is no way he would tell anything. He is a kind-spirit and loves a good joke. He never stops making jokes and is found usually drunk. Most people ask him if he's sure it's safe to smith while drunk but he responds, "I make my best work while drunk!" and so they casually stroll away.
He is, in all senses, a kind spirit. Even if he were to meet an Empire soldier, he wouldn't attack on sight or throw insults unless he had a good reason. Instead he probably would throw a joke at the man and continue on his way. He is also deathly scared of heights, as are all dwarves and prefers the underground tunnels.
--->Likes: Smithing, Funny Jokes, Ale, Underground.
--->Dislikes: Rude people, Tyrancy, Corruptness, Un-justice.
--->Strengths: Despite his appearance he is very fast, People see his size and begin laughing and underestimating him giving him the perfect opening, His arms are well-muscled after hours of smithing.
--->Weakness: His small size limits his steps, Can be easily trampled, Very vulnerable to magic.
Family:
Barry Gonnhirrim - Father
Maria Gonnhirrim - Mother
History: Barret was born just as his parents hit a century old. The dwarves had given up on hope of ever having children and so when Maria Gonnhirrim was blessed with a healthy baby boy, that boy, Barret, obviously got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Barry Gonnhirrim doted on the boy whenever he wasn't busy smelting swords. You see, this was still partly the time where dragons would attack Dwarven cities and obviously the Dwarves weren't going to stand aside and let the dragons plunder their loot and so they would have Blacksmiths all over the city build javelins and harthingys. Also, other than that, Barry Gonnhirrim was a famous Blacksmith and this inspired his son, Barret, to follow in his footsteps.
Barret grew quickly and soon enough was of the age of 23. A young man. He had learned, under the tutelage of an elf, how to defend his mind and learned all the secrets of Blacksmithing from his father and had far surpassed even the most skilled of Blacksmiths in all of Farthen Dur. It took his father a lot of time to convince Barret to make himself a weapon, just in case the dragons attacked. Finally, Barret reluctantly made himself a battleaxe. Although he hated it, it would soon save his life. A stray dragon that was, by dragon standards, still young, approximately 6 months old had just learned to breathe fire and was showing off on a local town. This town was of course none other than Barret's home town.
Barret rushed out of the house, eyes wild. He had heard the crashing sounds and knew where it must have come from: A dragon. He smelled smoke and began coughing and wheezing as he ran towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, the dragon landed with a heavy crash right in front of him. He froze. He was terrified. What did he think he was doing? He couldn't kill a dragon! Suddenly, he had no reason to think. The dragon mauled him, injuring his back and raking it. He fell to the ground gasping, but quickly stood up, panting. He swung his battleaxe, giving up hope of killing the dragon, just trying to keep it away from him. The dragon growled but reared away. Soon enough the guards came running and managed to scare away the dragon. Since that day, Barret went back home with a scar that stills lasts to this day.
Anything extra: First Dwarf character, I'm really excited!
Other name: Master of Stones
Race: Dwarf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Farthen Dur
Age: 82
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 5th
Eyes: Dark brown, sometimes mistaken for black.
Hair: Jet black
Weight: 92 Kg
Height: 4"6
Magic User: Not really. Only knows how to shield his mind. Never tried assaulting another mind.
Preferred Weapon(s): Barret prefers to hold a weapon twice his size rather than a weapon his size. He uses a two handed battleaxe that is just about as big as he is. He wields it surprisingly with ease despite his small and weak appearance.
Appearance: Barret is rarely found out of his apron which he uses while he works on his metal. He always wears it, even when he's wearing armor under it. In battle he tends to wear a chain mail link under his apron and a faithful helmet that he had for years. The helmet is lavishly oriented and has a slight dent in it, but that dent was a result of a large stone that hit his head. According to him, if it wasn't for that helmet, he would never be alive and so he still uses it for it's his "lucky charm".
Anytime he is found outside of the forge or outside of combat he is wearing a casual leather-skin vest and over it his apron. He has this scar on his back that goes from the left of his hip all the way to the right shoulder as a result from his combat with a dragon.
Personality: Barret is a hard nut to break in the sense that, if he is ever caught and interrogated about a person, he will not yield. If the person is his friend then there is no way he would tell anything. He is a kind-spirit and loves a good joke. He never stops making jokes and is found usually drunk. Most people ask him if he's sure it's safe to smith while drunk but he responds, "I make my best work while drunk!" and so they casually stroll away.
He is, in all senses, a kind spirit. Even if he were to meet an Empire soldier, he wouldn't attack on sight or throw insults unless he had a good reason. Instead he probably would throw a joke at the man and continue on his way. He is also deathly scared of heights, as are all dwarves and prefers the underground tunnels.
--->Likes: Smithing, Funny Jokes, Ale, Underground.
--->Dislikes: Rude people, Tyrancy, Corruptness, Un-justice.
--->Strengths: Despite his appearance he is very fast, People see his size and begin laughing and underestimating him giving him the perfect opening, His arms are well-muscled after hours of smithing.
--->Weakness: His small size limits his steps, Can be easily trampled, Very vulnerable to magic.
Family:
Barry Gonnhirrim - Father
Maria Gonnhirrim - Mother
History: Barret was born just as his parents hit a century old. The dwarves had given up on hope of ever having children and so when Maria Gonnhirrim was blessed with a healthy baby boy, that boy, Barret, obviously got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Barry Gonnhirrim doted on the boy whenever he wasn't busy smelting swords. You see, this was still partly the time where dragons would attack Dwarven cities and obviously the Dwarves weren't going to stand aside and let the dragons plunder their loot and so they would have Blacksmiths all over the city build javelins and harthingys. Also, other than that, Barry Gonnhirrim was a famous Blacksmith and this inspired his son, Barret, to follow in his footsteps.
Barret grew quickly and soon enough was of the age of 23. A young man. He had learned, under the tutelage of an elf, how to defend his mind and learned all the secrets of Blacksmithing from his father and had far surpassed even the most skilled of Blacksmiths in all of Farthen Dur. It took his father a lot of time to convince Barret to make himself a weapon, just in case the dragons attacked. Finally, Barret reluctantly made himself a battleaxe. Although he hated it, it would soon save his life. A stray dragon that was, by dragon standards, still young, approximately 6 months old had just learned to breathe fire and was showing off on a local town. This town was of course none other than Barret's home town.
Barret rushed out of the house, eyes wild. He had heard the crashing sounds and knew where it must have come from: A dragon. He smelled smoke and began coughing and wheezing as he ran towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, the dragon landed with a heavy crash right in front of him. He froze. He was terrified. What did he think he was doing? He couldn't kill a dragon! Suddenly, he had no reason to think. The dragon mauled him, injuring his back and raking it. He fell to the ground gasping, but quickly stood up, panting. He swung his battleaxe, giving up hope of killing the dragon, just trying to keep it away from him. The dragon growled but reared away. Soon enough the guards came running and managed to scare away the dragon. Since that day, Barret went back home with a scar that stills lasts to this day.
Anything extra: First Dwarf character, I'm really excited!
