Arnbjorn, the Barbearian
Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 9:52 pm
Full Name: Arnbjorn, son of Daeman.
Birthdate: 21st of Hammer, 1322; Year of Lurking Death
Birthplace: A small tribe bordering Lurkwood and Spine of the World
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 6 foot, 2 inches. (1.87 meters)
Weight: ~200 pounds. (90.7 kg)
Eyes: Green in colour with flecks of brown, round.
Hair: Reddish-brown; long and wild, generally unkempt and dirty.
Ears: Round.
Skin: Tanned from exposure to the sun; Rough from the wear and tear of the elements.
Handedness: Right-handed.
Posture: Hunched forward, lumbering; appears bigger than he really is.
Hygiene: Dirt-caked and blood stained hands, mud-streaked hair; Dirty and generally unhygienic.
Scent: Smells of earth and blood and smoke.
Physical Description: Arnbjorn is a man of a tall and proud stature, with a great mass to his physical being. His broad, barreled chest heaves with each great breath that fills his hearty lungs. Two stocky and muscular legs carry his frame as he traverses long distances. His stamina is unrivaled, being a man who can stalk a deer for days on end. His mass is weaponized with two powerful and thick arms, each bearing the strength and ferocity of a mighty black bear. His hands are meaty and gnarled, each finger tapered off with long, claw-like nails. Atop a short and wide neck sat his square head, with an even more square jaw.
His face was not a welcome sight to most, but he was not an ugly man nor outlandish in appearance. His face was ragged with the scruff of natural beard, untrimmed and wild. Small scars, tell-tale signs of the warrior, were visible on his face, though none were too gaping or obvious unless one was looking for them to begin with.
He carries himself with a sense of pride, though each step was a heavy stomp of the foot as his mass was carried forward. He walks with a lumbering stride, his arms rigid at each side and a swiftness to his feet. He stands tall, and wide, for one of the Human race as most are wary of the rather intimidating fighter before them.
Upon the flesh of his back is a wipe and gaping scar. It now serves as an unknown memory to Arnbjorn, the clawmarks of a great beast leaving their sinister and gruesome reminder.
Breakdown of visible items:
- ҉ - A hunting knife made of stone, hand-carved and sharpened.
- ҉ - A heavy, warm pelt from a cave bear.
- ҉ - A dark-brown headband, made of tough cloth. It is crusted with dried blood.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Stocky, very good health.
Accent: Illuskan
Philosophy: "Survival of the fittest, and the fastest."
Deity: Malar (venerates Tempus as well)
Initial Alignment: Neutral
Profession: Woodsman; Tracker
Courting: No one currently.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Barbarian & Bear Warrior.
Languages: Common, Illuskan
RP Tools: Rage, Frenzy, Scent, Track, Blindfight, Knowledge of natural survival and hunting.
Habits/Hobbies: As such with the "savage" peoples of the cold and unforgiving North, Arnbjorn has a tendency to be blunt and forwards, border-line rude to most. He will speak his mind, even if it is unwelcoming. However, he can hold his tongue around those he comes to respect and ally himself with, though he is not easily swayed by the honeyed words of others. Though simple when it comes to the basic knowledges of mathematics, science, and literature, he is rather intelligent when it comes to picking up new concepts. This drives him to be rather curious as to discovering new things, which can also lead to a whole new world of bizarre antics.
He has a habit of 'tasting' his kills. He believes that through consuming the blood of his enemies, he can gain the strength and courage of his foes. He tends to 'size up' potentially foes, always judging his self against those around him.
Strengths: Courageous, Driven, Honourable in battle, Honesty.
Weaknesses: Stubborness, Impatience, Easily Angered, Pride.
Background:
Before the Coast; Before the hunt:
The Sword Coast; A Summary of Tales.
Goals:
- ҉ - Find, follow,and finish off the creature that has carried him far from his woodland home.
- ҉ - Reconnect with people of his own kind.
- ҉ - Discover the one, true gift all of his people live in hope of; The Beserker Rage.
- ҉ - Survive.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas:
- ҉ - Straying from the path of rage or plunging into the blood-lust that comes with it.
- ҉ - Working for a local settlement as a tanner of hides and a skilled hunter.
- ҉ - Learning to live with 'civil' life.
Misc Facts:
- ҉ - He is self-taught, with most of his knowledge stemming from experience.
- ҉ - He has a vast wealth of knowledge about bears.
- ҉ - He can cook rather well, and he knows this.
- ҉ - Underneath that tough exterior, he is soft and caring to those he loves.
Layout shamelessly stolen from Hidennka.
Birthdate: 21st of Hammer, 1322; Year of Lurking Death
Birthplace: A small tribe bordering Lurkwood and Spine of the World
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 6 foot, 2 inches. (1.87 meters)
Weight: ~200 pounds. (90.7 kg)
Eyes: Green in colour with flecks of brown, round.
Hair: Reddish-brown; long and wild, generally unkempt and dirty.
Ears: Round.
Skin: Tanned from exposure to the sun; Rough from the wear and tear of the elements.
Handedness: Right-handed.
Posture: Hunched forward, lumbering; appears bigger than he really is.
Hygiene: Dirt-caked and blood stained hands, mud-streaked hair; Dirty and generally unhygienic.
Scent: Smells of earth and blood and smoke.
Physical Description: Arnbjorn is a man of a tall and proud stature, with a great mass to his physical being. His broad, barreled chest heaves with each great breath that fills his hearty lungs. Two stocky and muscular legs carry his frame as he traverses long distances. His stamina is unrivaled, being a man who can stalk a deer for days on end. His mass is weaponized with two powerful and thick arms, each bearing the strength and ferocity of a mighty black bear. His hands are meaty and gnarled, each finger tapered off with long, claw-like nails. Atop a short and wide neck sat his square head, with an even more square jaw.
His face was not a welcome sight to most, but he was not an ugly man nor outlandish in appearance. His face was ragged with the scruff of natural beard, untrimmed and wild. Small scars, tell-tale signs of the warrior, were visible on his face, though none were too gaping or obvious unless one was looking for them to begin with.
He carries himself with a sense of pride, though each step was a heavy stomp of the foot as his mass was carried forward. He walks with a lumbering stride, his arms rigid at each side and a swiftness to his feet. He stands tall, and wide, for one of the Human race as most are wary of the rather intimidating fighter before them.
Upon the flesh of his back is a wipe and gaping scar. It now serves as an unknown memory to Arnbjorn, the clawmarks of a great beast leaving their sinister and gruesome reminder.
Breakdown of visible items:
- ҉ - A hunting knife made of stone, hand-carved and sharpened.
- ҉ - A heavy, warm pelt from a cave bear.
- ҉ - A dark-brown headband, made of tough cloth. It is crusted with dried blood.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Stocky, very good health.
Accent: Illuskan
Philosophy: "Survival of the fittest, and the fastest."
Deity: Malar (venerates Tempus as well)
Initial Alignment: Neutral
Profession: Woodsman; Tracker
Courting: No one currently.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Barbarian & Bear Warrior.
Languages: Common, Illuskan
RP Tools: Rage, Frenzy, Scent, Track, Blindfight, Knowledge of natural survival and hunting.
Habits/Hobbies: As such with the "savage" peoples of the cold and unforgiving North, Arnbjorn has a tendency to be blunt and forwards, border-line rude to most. He will speak his mind, even if it is unwelcoming. However, he can hold his tongue around those he comes to respect and ally himself with, though he is not easily swayed by the honeyed words of others. Though simple when it comes to the basic knowledges of mathematics, science, and literature, he is rather intelligent when it comes to picking up new concepts. This drives him to be rather curious as to discovering new things, which can also lead to a whole new world of bizarre antics.
He has a habit of 'tasting' his kills. He believes that through consuming the blood of his enemies, he can gain the strength and courage of his foes. He tends to 'size up' potentially foes, always judging his self against those around him.
Strengths: Courageous, Driven, Honourable in battle, Honesty.
Weaknesses: Stubborness, Impatience, Easily Angered, Pride.
Background:
Before the Coast; Before the hunt:
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- ҉ - Find, follow,and finish off the creature that has carried him far from his woodland home.
- ҉ - Reconnect with people of his own kind.
- ҉ - Discover the one, true gift all of his people live in hope of; The Beserker Rage.
- ҉ - Survive.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas:
- ҉ - Straying from the path of rage or plunging into the blood-lust that comes with it.
- ҉ - Working for a local settlement as a tanner of hides and a skilled hunter.
- ҉ - Learning to live with 'civil' life.
Misc Facts:
- ҉ - He is self-taught, with most of his knowledge stemming from experience.
- ҉ - He has a vast wealth of knowledge about bears.
- ҉ - He can cook rather well, and he knows this.
- ҉ - Underneath that tough exterior, he is soft and caring to those he loves.
Layout shamelessly stolen from Hidennka.