Kiran of Roaringshore
Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 9:42 am
First Name: Kiran
Last Name:
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: In his fourties
Height 6 foot
Weight: Average
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black/Grey
Facial Hair Style: Black/Grey slight stubble
Personality Profile:
General Health: Looks to be in good health, perhaps some bruises and recent injuries but nothing serious
Deity: Silvanas
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neautral
Profession: Bartender/Bouncer - Recently Hired as a Merc for the Ebon Blade
Base Class & Proposed Development: Used to work as a bouncer, so a mixture of cleric and fighter as he is used to healing and curing himself not only of damage but plenty of hangovers too, not the most devout of Clerics..
Habits/Hobbies: Quite a nervous man, a bit out of his depth currently as he used to be a bartender and now hangs around cut throat mercenaries who seem to take on most jobs as long as the pay is right, some would say he is very green... in regards to hobbies he always enjoyed mixing drinks and indeed tasting them, as well as a fondness for the occasional racketeering and blackmail, having run for some years with his friend Harthyr Grimhand a slight side business, but more about that later...
Languages: Human/Dwarven
Weapon of Choice:Clubs/bashing things.
Background:
"I told you! For the bloody last time! you goat sodomising son of a harlot!"
These words echoed in Kiran's mind as he was being beaten to a pulp in Roaringshore just outside of the tavern he worked in... or rather used to work in considering the current circumstances that was having him trounced upon by three pirates, one (germbag) and perhaps a goblin of some kind? Hard to see when your face is being covered by four pair of stomping boots.. in retrospect, Had he deserved this? Not really... Roaringshore was a cesspool of filth, corruption and daily not-to-good-so-doer-wellers swindling one and another, so who was he not to play this game?
But one job became one too many as the smuggling business happening in the basement become a bit slightly too vast, having hired on mercenaries himself now to keep things contained Kiran knew it was only a matter of time before things keeled over and he would be spotted by the people who had a interest in the tavern, but gold is gold..
So as he was being stomped upon by three pirates, a goblin and a lovely lady, Kiran was surprised to see a small dwarf jump in and challenge the men, shouting outrage at what they were doing to this defenceless man... it was non other than the mercenary he had hired, Harthyr Grimhand, a dwarf of... well, manners was lacking, and his odour was a bit on the hefty side, but he had come to rescue Kiran, him and his weird brothers... one a human cleric, the other some kind of sorcerer... Kiran never got the full explanation, brother must mean something different in dwarfish...
But back to the matter at hand... he saved Kiran, getting the people off and making them go on their way. However suddenly now Kiran was being kicked in the face and body by a dwarf and his two brothers who surely cant be his brothers, being human and all. With this and their boots going through his mind it was a couple of minutes more till they stopped, his nose a bit more broken and ribs a bit more bruised... They then helped him up...
"Sorry yer old bastard, had to make it look like yer owed us coin... there is a whole queue forming to beat yer stupid head in... so eh' lets make it look like we went a bit too far and get yer away from here eh?!"
Unable to really reply to this idea or generally reply at all Kiran was thrown aboard a small dingy which shortly afterwards set its sails off to Baldurs gate.
Some days later waking up a tavern that can only be described as friendly to pirates, Kiran's wounds were mostly healed and at least his debtors and other folk who wanted him dead were far behind...
Days went by which had him firstly meeting up with Harthyr Grimhand and his brothers, they had been paid to do a job for some local Sergeant to kill some nasty orc or some such, with nothing better to do and no coin Kiran figured he would tag along with these mercenaries he only recently had hired himself...
More days went by in a storm of going into crypts, dungeons, cutting out a orcs heart only to have it stolen by a madman with a trident who wanted to sacrifice the part to his god... the drinking before and after these adventures did not help memory much... but then one evening Kiran came across a new tavern and on the road he met his next bizarre confrontation, a man who was hiring people for their very own mercenary force, the Ebon Blade, thinking coins were low and morale even lower Kiran struck up a conversation with the Captain and shortly afterwards signed some papers which he probably should have read twice...
Shortly following that he met some of his new colleagues who may.. no, they 100% saw that he was very green and new to the mercenary life... some hours later after a pint of stout and some whiskeys courtesy of the Captain Kiran would find his life changed once more... dramatically
Goals: Kiran is at heart a criminal, perhaps not a bad person, but he like to get ahead in life by taking a bit extra under the table. His dream would be to start working with local gangs and groups to take this dream further, perhaps even operating or joining a small criminal empire whilst his front would still be that of a mercenary in a respected order such as the Ebon Blade
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Kiran left his child and wife behind, because he is just that kind of guy, so they are still back in Roaringshore probably not doing so well without his earnings... furthermore anything criminal related is very welcome, meeting some non to good people and starting up some business. Kiran aint the usual "Mugging" type of criminal, more the sell out information and work behind the covers so to speak. Kiran furthermore is a bit crazy, his mood and sometimes actions which have a consequence or not so big consequence I roll a dice to see on a chart how he would behave, the smaller the number, the more obscure/nuts, the higher the number the more kind/proper action... So thats just a quick fact and some background.
Last Name:
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: In his fourties
Height 6 foot
Weight: Average
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black/Grey
Facial Hair Style: Black/Grey slight stubble
Personality Profile:
General Health: Looks to be in good health, perhaps some bruises and recent injuries but nothing serious
Deity: Silvanas
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neautral
Profession: Bartender/Bouncer - Recently Hired as a Merc for the Ebon Blade
Base Class & Proposed Development: Used to work as a bouncer, so a mixture of cleric and fighter as he is used to healing and curing himself not only of damage but plenty of hangovers too, not the most devout of Clerics..
Habits/Hobbies: Quite a nervous man, a bit out of his depth currently as he used to be a bartender and now hangs around cut throat mercenaries who seem to take on most jobs as long as the pay is right, some would say he is very green... in regards to hobbies he always enjoyed mixing drinks and indeed tasting them, as well as a fondness for the occasional racketeering and blackmail, having run for some years with his friend Harthyr Grimhand a slight side business, but more about that later...
Languages: Human/Dwarven
Weapon of Choice:Clubs/bashing things.
Background:
"I told you! For the bloody last time! you goat sodomising son of a harlot!"
These words echoed in Kiran's mind as he was being beaten to a pulp in Roaringshore just outside of the tavern he worked in... or rather used to work in considering the current circumstances that was having him trounced upon by three pirates, one (germbag) and perhaps a goblin of some kind? Hard to see when your face is being covered by four pair of stomping boots.. in retrospect, Had he deserved this? Not really... Roaringshore was a cesspool of filth, corruption and daily not-to-good-so-doer-wellers swindling one and another, so who was he not to play this game?
But one job became one too many as the smuggling business happening in the basement become a bit slightly too vast, having hired on mercenaries himself now to keep things contained Kiran knew it was only a matter of time before things keeled over and he would be spotted by the people who had a interest in the tavern, but gold is gold..
So as he was being stomped upon by three pirates, a goblin and a lovely lady, Kiran was surprised to see a small dwarf jump in and challenge the men, shouting outrage at what they were doing to this defenceless man... it was non other than the mercenary he had hired, Harthyr Grimhand, a dwarf of... well, manners was lacking, and his odour was a bit on the hefty side, but he had come to rescue Kiran, him and his weird brothers... one a human cleric, the other some kind of sorcerer... Kiran never got the full explanation, brother must mean something different in dwarfish...
But back to the matter at hand... he saved Kiran, getting the people off and making them go on their way. However suddenly now Kiran was being kicked in the face and body by a dwarf and his two brothers who surely cant be his brothers, being human and all. With this and their boots going through his mind it was a couple of minutes more till they stopped, his nose a bit more broken and ribs a bit more bruised... They then helped him up...
"Sorry yer old bastard, had to make it look like yer owed us coin... there is a whole queue forming to beat yer stupid head in... so eh' lets make it look like we went a bit too far and get yer away from here eh?!"
Unable to really reply to this idea or generally reply at all Kiran was thrown aboard a small dingy which shortly afterwards set its sails off to Baldurs gate.
Some days later waking up a tavern that can only be described as friendly to pirates, Kiran's wounds were mostly healed and at least his debtors and other folk who wanted him dead were far behind...
Days went by which had him firstly meeting up with Harthyr Grimhand and his brothers, they had been paid to do a job for some local Sergeant to kill some nasty orc or some such, with nothing better to do and no coin Kiran figured he would tag along with these mercenaries he only recently had hired himself...
More days went by in a storm of going into crypts, dungeons, cutting out a orcs heart only to have it stolen by a madman with a trident who wanted to sacrifice the part to his god... the drinking before and after these adventures did not help memory much... but then one evening Kiran came across a new tavern and on the road he met his next bizarre confrontation, a man who was hiring people for their very own mercenary force, the Ebon Blade, thinking coins were low and morale even lower Kiran struck up a conversation with the Captain and shortly afterwards signed some papers which he probably should have read twice...
Shortly following that he met some of his new colleagues who may.. no, they 100% saw that he was very green and new to the mercenary life... some hours later after a pint of stout and some whiskeys courtesy of the Captain Kiran would find his life changed once more... dramatically
Goals: Kiran is at heart a criminal, perhaps not a bad person, but he like to get ahead in life by taking a bit extra under the table. His dream would be to start working with local gangs and groups to take this dream further, perhaps even operating or joining a small criminal empire whilst his front would still be that of a mercenary in a respected order such as the Ebon Blade
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Kiran left his child and wife behind, because he is just that kind of guy, so they are still back in Roaringshore probably not doing so well without his earnings... furthermore anything criminal related is very welcome, meeting some non to good people and starting up some business. Kiran aint the usual "Mugging" type of criminal, more the sell out information and work behind the covers so to speak. Kiran furthermore is a bit crazy, his mood and sometimes actions which have a consequence or not so big consequence I roll a dice to see on a chart how he would behave, the smaller the number, the more obscure/nuts, the higher the number the more kind/proper action... So thats just a quick fact and some background.