Post by Kodaka on Feb 21, 2007 20:36:21 GMT -5
Name: Gleadrith Goldhammer
Age: Around late 30s, I believe...
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is about four feet tall, with muscular arms, and stubby legs. He has red hair, with a beard and mustache of course. He also has brilliant apple-green-colored eyes. During a battle he wears darkish, iron armor, complete with a breastplate, and somewhat of a medium helm. He also wears large, iron shoulder armor(Its like a large set of shoulder pads) just to add more protection. He wears his armor almost all the time, and ALWAYS has Demolisher by his side.
When hes not wearing armor, he is usually seen wearing his 'work clothes.' They include a sleeveless shirt, made of a kind of brownish material. His pants- which are made of the same brownish material - cover both his little legs, and are fitted with a black belt(Which is also used to buckle on Demoliser...).
RP Example: Gleadrith Goldhammer urgently pulled out Demolisher from its sheath upon his back. The golden hammer was indeed an impressive weapon. It was fairly larger then himself, but with strong arms, its weight seemed no more then a small sword. He smirked as his opponent opposite of him drew his Axe shortly after Gleadrith had, beckoning him to swing the first blow. Gleadrith grunted, and ran forward, swinging his hammer to wards the his foe.
The other figure parried the blow, and swung his Axe at Gleadrith's side. Gleadrith however saw this coming, and he easily parried it. While the two weapons collided, he used his own brute strength to knock the Axe right out of the figures hands. The dwarf that had been wielding the Axe grinned,"Well done Gleadrith! I think you have truly mastered your hammer." Gleadrith nodded with satisfaction,"Aye, it sure took me long enough... Now I'm ready to fight along side the Varden and claim what should have been ours long ago!" His dwarf companion raised an eyebrow,"And what would that be Goldhammer?" Gleadrith sheathed Demolisher and chuckled,"Why peace of course... And not to mention any rum still left in the Kitchen...."
Rank: Dwarf
Country: Alagaësia
Personality:
Heh, Gleadrith is quite a cheerful little fellow. Yet sometimes, he seems to add a hint of craziness as well. He is happy almost all the time, liking to look at the bright side of things in life. Of course, he can't help but show his dwarfy ways(If 'dwarfy is a word...). He enjoys spending time with his friends, and cherishes every moment of it.
Gleadrith can be serious at times though, looking more grim then anything else. Did I mention he is stubborn? Perhaps not... Yet, he is loyal to his friends, and comrades, and will stick with them through the end.
He seems to have a rock-solid determination, that helps him reach his goals in life. Oh, and did I mention he can be terribly stubborn at times?
History:
Gleadrith was born in Farthen-Dur, and had grown up there as well. When he had reached his mid-30s, Gleadrith was given a family heirloom that had been passed down for many generations. He nearly fainted when his father had given it to him. For the great war hammer had immense power, and simply holding it was an Honor.
He was told to Tronjheim, where he would learn the arts of hand-to-hand combat. He spend many years there, sparing everyday at the training field. He practiced hard and true until his instructor had told him there was no more to learn, for he had mastered everything that was thrown at him. Now he is with the Varden, spending his days in Farthen-Dur. Now, Gleadrith has oddly grown bored of his surroundings, and sometimes travels to different allied towns, and cities. Although he doesn't seem to do that much anymore, since the clouds of war have risen.
Codeword:
Age: Around late 30s, I believe...
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is about four feet tall, with muscular arms, and stubby legs. He has red hair, with a beard and mustache of course. He also has brilliant apple-green-colored eyes. During a battle he wears darkish, iron armor, complete with a breastplate, and somewhat of a medium helm. He also wears large, iron shoulder armor(Its like a large set of shoulder pads) just to add more protection. He wears his armor almost all the time, and ALWAYS has Demolisher by his side.
When hes not wearing armor, he is usually seen wearing his 'work clothes.' They include a sleeveless shirt, made of a kind of brownish material. His pants- which are made of the same brownish material - cover both his little legs, and are fitted with a black belt(Which is also used to buckle on Demoliser...).
RP Example: Gleadrith Goldhammer urgently pulled out Demolisher from its sheath upon his back. The golden hammer was indeed an impressive weapon. It was fairly larger then himself, but with strong arms, its weight seemed no more then a small sword. He smirked as his opponent opposite of him drew his Axe shortly after Gleadrith had, beckoning him to swing the first blow. Gleadrith grunted, and ran forward, swinging his hammer to wards the his foe.
The other figure parried the blow, and swung his Axe at Gleadrith's side. Gleadrith however saw this coming, and he easily parried it. While the two weapons collided, he used his own brute strength to knock the Axe right out of the figures hands. The dwarf that had been wielding the Axe grinned,"Well done Gleadrith! I think you have truly mastered your hammer." Gleadrith nodded with satisfaction,"Aye, it sure took me long enough... Now I'm ready to fight along side the Varden and claim what should have been ours long ago!" His dwarf companion raised an eyebrow,"And what would that be Goldhammer?" Gleadrith sheathed Demolisher and chuckled,"Why peace of course... And not to mention any rum still left in the Kitchen...."
Rank: Dwarf
Country: Alagaësia
Personality:
Heh, Gleadrith is quite a cheerful little fellow. Yet sometimes, he seems to add a hint of craziness as well. He is happy almost all the time, liking to look at the bright side of things in life. Of course, he can't help but show his dwarfy ways(If 'dwarfy is a word...). He enjoys spending time with his friends, and cherishes every moment of it.
Gleadrith can be serious at times though, looking more grim then anything else. Did I mention he is stubborn? Perhaps not... Yet, he is loyal to his friends, and comrades, and will stick with them through the end.
He seems to have a rock-solid determination, that helps him reach his goals in life. Oh, and did I mention he can be terribly stubborn at times?
History:
Gleadrith was born in Farthen-Dur, and had grown up there as well. When he had reached his mid-30s, Gleadrith was given a family heirloom that had been passed down for many generations. He nearly fainted when his father had given it to him. For the great war hammer had immense power, and simply holding it was an Honor.
He was told to Tronjheim, where he would learn the arts of hand-to-hand combat. He spend many years there, sparing everyday at the training field. He practiced hard and true until his instructor had told him there was no more to learn, for he had mastered everything that was thrown at him. Now he is with the Varden, spending his days in Farthen-Dur. Now, Gleadrith has oddly grown bored of his surroundings, and sometimes travels to different allied towns, and cities. Although he doesn't seem to do that much anymore, since the clouds of war have risen.
Codeword:
Zar'roc
Cool Dwarf.