Post by Droark on May 6, 2020 3:35:38 GMT -5
Name: Bronn
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown (Mid-Upper 20s)
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 250 lbs
Golden blonde hair unkept flows down this man's shoulders, going so far as to cloud his eyes from view at times. When not so obscured by hair or his dark hood, his piercing blue eyes glance about every so often. Even when at ease, this tic seems to go on without being suppressed. Typically the swordsman is found garbed in a simple but roomy brown outfit consisting of loose flowing trousers and a high collared tunic with a tight undershirt beneath. Otherwise he can be found wearing unadorned adamantine armor, the plates clanking and moving as he travels from one place to another. Two sheathes hang loosely from his right shoulder, ready to be drawn from or dropped as the battle demands. One is curved in the style of Kara-Turan blades, while the other is a simple but heavy blade.
While at rest, the warrior is often on the quieter side, listening to others talk and doing his best not to loom. When engaged, however, he proves to be thoughtful, if a bit crass. His careful eye seems to wander often, however, looking off at different points in a room or even off in the distance at times.
If anything, stepping on the battlefield only makes him more talkative. Swapping from idle banter to barking warnings at the tip of a hat, he only falls silent when in the company of those who are themselves as such.
Raised in Waterdeep, Bronn doesn't go into much detail on his upbringing except being raised in the Dock Ward and not much liking life in the metropolis. Though if one were to guess, the copious number of small white scars from wounds forced to naturally heal, rather than through magic, would lead to mind a lower and violent upbringing.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown (Mid-Upper 20s)
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 250 lbs
Golden blonde hair unkept flows down this man's shoulders, going so far as to cloud his eyes from view at times. When not so obscured by hair or his dark hood, his piercing blue eyes glance about every so often. Even when at ease, this tic seems to go on without being suppressed. Typically the swordsman is found garbed in a simple but roomy brown outfit consisting of loose flowing trousers and a high collared tunic with a tight undershirt beneath. Otherwise he can be found wearing unadorned adamantine armor, the plates clanking and moving as he travels from one place to another. Two sheathes hang loosely from his right shoulder, ready to be drawn from or dropped as the battle demands. One is curved in the style of Kara-Turan blades, while the other is a simple but heavy blade.
While at rest, the warrior is often on the quieter side, listening to others talk and doing his best not to loom. When engaged, however, he proves to be thoughtful, if a bit crass. His careful eye seems to wander often, however, looking off at different points in a room or even off in the distance at times.
If anything, stepping on the battlefield only makes him more talkative. Swapping from idle banter to barking warnings at the tip of a hat, he only falls silent when in the company of those who are themselves as such.
Raised in Waterdeep, Bronn doesn't go into much detail on his upbringing except being raised in the Dock Ward and not much liking life in the metropolis. Though if one were to guess, the copious number of small white scars from wounds forced to naturally heal, rather than through magic, would lead to mind a lower and violent upbringing.
A Quiet Night
Debt unpaid
Bloodless mother, Orphaned son
Unheard cries
Blade Taken
Fury Unbound