Post by flame on Sept 18, 2009 20:31:12 GMT -5
Name:
Age: 35
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Animus is a moderate height for being a dwarf and averages out at about 4 ft. 8 inches or so. His brown hair is combed back and is grown out long so that when he walks it flows behind him as was the custom of his clan. He has green eyes that seem to glow when he laughs, and his face is angular. His chin juts out a tad, and his nose is rather wide and is a defining characteristic of his face. When he fights he dons his armor which consists of steel mail, greaves of the finest leather, and Ascudgamln or the fists of steel. Like most dwarves he has a beard. However, he doesn’t adorn it with beads or jewelry, for he feels that it is a waste of time to do so.
Instead, he spends his time ensuring that his hair (on his head) and his clothes are kept in good order. His armor shines when he goes out in battle, because he spends hours cleaning it. On his index finger he bears a ring that is pure gold. He smelt it when he was but a youngling, with the help of his father. On top of the ring is an emerald that is enchanted with magic. Upon his neck he also carries a simple chain.
RP: Example
It was dark, totally dark. No light crept through the mines at all, and as Animus worked his thoughts dwelt on nothing but the day’s labor. In the mines that is all that one would dwell upon, for there was naught else to be concerned with. Why tarry at making friendships when your fellow “clan mate” was busy taking your gold? “Never lose sight of the ball” Animus’s father would always say to him. “I intend to keep that goal.” Said Animus to himself as he hit the gold rock with his pick and tried to pry some of the elusive ore from it.
Long ago Animus had made a pact with his father (Brishnar) that he would do all he could to honor the family. Every previous dwarf had made that pact in his clan and now that he was the eldest in the family it was his turn. Animus knew that the only way that he could do this was by staying on top of the current issues going on in the land. He had heard about the Varden and the struggle for all of the realm’s freedoms. Animus’s only problem was he wasn’t quite sure where to stand. He knew that Galbatorix was not perfect, however under his reign his clan had not been troubled by the so-called mad king. “Why should I fight against that which has not caused me harm?” This was an old adage that also ran through Animus’s clan and he wanted to heed it well.
“I don’t know what to do.” Animus thought silently to himself. “Please Sindri Goddess of the earth give me strength to do what is right! I don’t know left to right out of the entire Beor Mountains!!” Life carried on and that was one part that Animus knew for sure will always stay the same. Whether or not he fought for or against King Galbatorix was another matter but what he was mostly concerned about was that he honor the Gods and Goddesses. He knew that they existed, despite the doubt of many that they were fictitious. That was why he cried out now to Sindri and Helzvog desperately.
Rank: Miner and a first rank guard.
Country: Farthen Dur
Personality: Animus is a mixed bag of traits. He is intensely interesting for many reasons. First off, he was born in a huge family of about 5 dwarves. Most dwarves barely even have 2 children let alone 5. So he stood out among his fellow dwarves for that reason. Moreover, he has extreme bouts of depression. At times when things are just going swell in his life he is happy as a clam. But when disaster strikes or he can’t find the right ore or he can’t learn how to play a certain instrument, he gets intently depressed and that wears on him. Most of the time he is just in a normal mood though. He has a vice of being a craven because at the first sight of an impossible obstacle Animus will try to run away from it if he can. He is not fond of facing his fears.
Yet even though he is a craven that does not mean that he is disloyal. He would die for his clan mates and his family when push comes to shove. Even some of his brothers who annoy the heck out of him, he would give his life for them too. Animus has the great attribute of charm, which is a rarity for a dwarf. He has this aura about him that enables him to persuade those around him for his cause, whatever it may be. This has made him popular among his fellow dwarves and he is rising in rank because of it. He has high aspirations of going into politics because part of his persona is the will to help others and put them before him. Yet sometimes the craven side of him can still come out and be a thorn in his side.
History: Animus was born into the clan Durgrist Ingeitum. He still remembers the day his parents told him the history of their great clan and its role in the Dwarven community. His father Talmunde Garbatstul was a prominent Dwarf mining member and he played great influence on Dwarf politics. Animus’s family has been very active against Galbatorix for much of their life, and whenever the issue came up around the halls and at election time they would always cast their ballot for a candidate who pledged to fight Galbatorix and his men and was sympathetic to the cause of the Varden. His mother also encouraged him in this area of his life, because it was his great struggle. His parents did not know that he suffered from extreme depression but often times they would ask him why he was so sad and he would respond with a noncommittal shrug.
Animus had many friends. This was great for him in his life and he had an active social life as a dwarf. The same friends that he sat at the table with at lunch during school were the same friends that he drank at the table with when he got older. When he got old enough to learn how to mine it became his passion. It enveloped him and he loved it. That love could not quench his depression. One night after an unsuccessful mining trip, whereupon he had stubbed his toe, been betrayed by one of his friends, and had been having family fights, he was so close to going into the void. His own knife was at his throat but by the grace of the Gods he managed to overcome his pain.
His family clan trained him in wrestling from a young age. They realized that he had a talent for it when he would go to the wring and take a dwarf down that was twice his size. At the election games he performed for the crowd and it was one of the few activities in which he was able to overcome his cowardice. He could siphon off his anger by throwing another dwarf five feet. In school, he enjoyed reading and writing; some of the more mathematical problems perplexed him and annoyed him. Yet because of his parents belief in hard work he carried on and worked on math anyway. When they had instilled that in him they also gave him many good traits. Perseverance, honesty, and they tried as best as they could to train him to forgive. Yet another vice of many dwarves is their bitterness towards those that cause them harm.
Codeword: Zar'roc
Animus Garbatstul
Age: 35
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Animus is a moderate height for being a dwarf and averages out at about 4 ft. 8 inches or so. His brown hair is combed back and is grown out long so that when he walks it flows behind him as was the custom of his clan. He has green eyes that seem to glow when he laughs, and his face is angular. His chin juts out a tad, and his nose is rather wide and is a defining characteristic of his face. When he fights he dons his armor which consists of steel mail, greaves of the finest leather, and Ascudgamln or the fists of steel. Like most dwarves he has a beard. However, he doesn’t adorn it with beads or jewelry, for he feels that it is a waste of time to do so.
Instead, he spends his time ensuring that his hair (on his head) and his clothes are kept in good order. His armor shines when he goes out in battle, because he spends hours cleaning it. On his index finger he bears a ring that is pure gold. He smelt it when he was but a youngling, with the help of his father. On top of the ring is an emerald that is enchanted with magic. Upon his neck he also carries a simple chain.
RP: Example
It was dark, totally dark. No light crept through the mines at all, and as Animus worked his thoughts dwelt on nothing but the day’s labor. In the mines that is all that one would dwell upon, for there was naught else to be concerned with. Why tarry at making friendships when your fellow “clan mate” was busy taking your gold? “Never lose sight of the ball” Animus’s father would always say to him. “I intend to keep that goal.” Said Animus to himself as he hit the gold rock with his pick and tried to pry some of the elusive ore from it.
Long ago Animus had made a pact with his father (Brishnar) that he would do all he could to honor the family. Every previous dwarf had made that pact in his clan and now that he was the eldest in the family it was his turn. Animus knew that the only way that he could do this was by staying on top of the current issues going on in the land. He had heard about the Varden and the struggle for all of the realm’s freedoms. Animus’s only problem was he wasn’t quite sure where to stand. He knew that Galbatorix was not perfect, however under his reign his clan had not been troubled by the so-called mad king. “Why should I fight against that which has not caused me harm?” This was an old adage that also ran through Animus’s clan and he wanted to heed it well.
“I don’t know what to do.” Animus thought silently to himself. “Please Sindri Goddess of the earth give me strength to do what is right! I don’t know left to right out of the entire Beor Mountains!!” Life carried on and that was one part that Animus knew for sure will always stay the same. Whether or not he fought for or against King Galbatorix was another matter but what he was mostly concerned about was that he honor the Gods and Goddesses. He knew that they existed, despite the doubt of many that they were fictitious. That was why he cried out now to Sindri and Helzvog desperately.
Rank: Miner and a first rank guard.
Country: Farthen Dur
Personality: Animus is a mixed bag of traits. He is intensely interesting for many reasons. First off, he was born in a huge family of about 5 dwarves. Most dwarves barely even have 2 children let alone 5. So he stood out among his fellow dwarves for that reason. Moreover, he has extreme bouts of depression. At times when things are just going swell in his life he is happy as a clam. But when disaster strikes or he can’t find the right ore or he can’t learn how to play a certain instrument, he gets intently depressed and that wears on him. Most of the time he is just in a normal mood though. He has a vice of being a craven because at the first sight of an impossible obstacle Animus will try to run away from it if he can. He is not fond of facing his fears.
Yet even though he is a craven that does not mean that he is disloyal. He would die for his clan mates and his family when push comes to shove. Even some of his brothers who annoy the heck out of him, he would give his life for them too. Animus has the great attribute of charm, which is a rarity for a dwarf. He has this aura about him that enables him to persuade those around him for his cause, whatever it may be. This has made him popular among his fellow dwarves and he is rising in rank because of it. He has high aspirations of going into politics because part of his persona is the will to help others and put them before him. Yet sometimes the craven side of him can still come out and be a thorn in his side.
History: Animus was born into the clan Durgrist Ingeitum. He still remembers the day his parents told him the history of their great clan and its role in the Dwarven community. His father Talmunde Garbatstul was a prominent Dwarf mining member and he played great influence on Dwarf politics. Animus’s family has been very active against Galbatorix for much of their life, and whenever the issue came up around the halls and at election time they would always cast their ballot for a candidate who pledged to fight Galbatorix and his men and was sympathetic to the cause of the Varden. His mother also encouraged him in this area of his life, because it was his great struggle. His parents did not know that he suffered from extreme depression but often times they would ask him why he was so sad and he would respond with a noncommittal shrug.
Animus had many friends. This was great for him in his life and he had an active social life as a dwarf. The same friends that he sat at the table with at lunch during school were the same friends that he drank at the table with when he got older. When he got old enough to learn how to mine it became his passion. It enveloped him and he loved it. That love could not quench his depression. One night after an unsuccessful mining trip, whereupon he had stubbed his toe, been betrayed by one of his friends, and had been having family fights, he was so close to going into the void. His own knife was at his throat but by the grace of the Gods he managed to overcome his pain.
His family clan trained him in wrestling from a young age. They realized that he had a talent for it when he would go to the wring and take a dwarf down that was twice his size. At the election games he performed for the crowd and it was one of the few activities in which he was able to overcome his cowardice. He could siphon off his anger by throwing another dwarf five feet. In school, he enjoyed reading and writing; some of the more mathematical problems perplexed him and annoyed him. Yet because of his parents belief in hard work he carried on and worked on math anyway. When they had instilled that in him they also gave him many good traits. Perseverance, honesty, and they tried as best as they could to train him to forgive. Yet another vice of many dwarves is their bitterness towards those that cause them harm.
Codeword: Zar'roc
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