Post by Rane on Feb 9, 2013 2:16:36 GMT -5
Race: dwarf
Height: average
Build: Strangely you would note that at times, Ivan doesnt look like a warrior at all, then there are points to which his armor can barely contain his hulk like form.
Short Description:
Ivan is the rough and tough type of dwarf. He has a brilliant silver bear which is so long he has to tuck into his belt at the waist. His beard is perserved by the finest oils, and stays very well groomed. When Ivan would remove his adamantium helmet woven in with chain mesh, one would notice that his beard somehow stays perfectly groomed. His favorite pasttime is to blow smoke rings from the eye holes in his helmet. Ivan laughs heartily and fights like a dwarf with a beard as fine as any you have ever seen! He sports references to the foehammer all over his personage.
People would almost immediately notice his typical dwarf attitude. He is straightforward and sometimes outright offensive even though he may not mean it, or even care.
Ivan treats all kin with the utmost amount of respect. But sometimes allows his battlelust to get the best of him. He breaks formation and charges in these instances. He is working on it though.
Ivan fights with a well worn dwarven waraxe, and a shield made from banded wood. This shield would at times give off a very strong smell of Dwarven triple bock, the fumes strong enough to put those with low constitution in an immediate drunken stupor.
Ivan usually attacks his enemies with brute force, he charges into battle and pummels them with his shield delivering bone shattering blows, and finishing up with a swipe of his many notched axe.
His armor is bright gold and very well made. One would note the makers mark. "A,h" just above his right breastplate.
The armor has been magicly woven together and crafted from a fine bar of adamantium.
He is a rough rootin tootin dwarf who proudly proclaims "BWAHAHA" at fart jokes, and finds pleasure in a good song, or a pig roasting over a campfire. You would probably see him hunkering around the pig roast, testing bits here and there, salivating, and rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
More to come.
*fixed for spelling errors but the scentence structure will stay as is. AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!*
Height: average
Build: Strangely you would note that at times, Ivan doesnt look like a warrior at all, then there are points to which his armor can barely contain his hulk like form.
Short Description:
Ivan is the rough and tough type of dwarf. He has a brilliant silver bear which is so long he has to tuck into his belt at the waist. His beard is perserved by the finest oils, and stays very well groomed. When Ivan would remove his adamantium helmet woven in with chain mesh, one would notice that his beard somehow stays perfectly groomed. His favorite pasttime is to blow smoke rings from the eye holes in his helmet. Ivan laughs heartily and fights like a dwarf with a beard as fine as any you have ever seen! He sports references to the foehammer all over his personage.
People would almost immediately notice his typical dwarf attitude. He is straightforward and sometimes outright offensive even though he may not mean it, or even care.
Ivan treats all kin with the utmost amount of respect. But sometimes allows his battlelust to get the best of him. He breaks formation and charges in these instances. He is working on it though.
Ivan fights with a well worn dwarven waraxe, and a shield made from banded wood. This shield would at times give off a very strong smell of Dwarven triple bock, the fumes strong enough to put those with low constitution in an immediate drunken stupor.
Ivan usually attacks his enemies with brute force, he charges into battle and pummels them with his shield delivering bone shattering blows, and finishing up with a swipe of his many notched axe.
His armor is bright gold and very well made. One would note the makers mark. "A,h" just above his right breastplate.
The armor has been magicly woven together and crafted from a fine bar of adamantium.
He is a rough rootin tootin dwarf who proudly proclaims "BWAHAHA" at fart jokes, and finds pleasure in a good song, or a pig roasting over a campfire. You would probably see him hunkering around the pig roast, testing bits here and there, salivating, and rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
More to come.
*fixed for spelling errors but the scentence structure will stay as is. AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!*
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