Post by Drakesonian on Sept 5, 2015 21:37:55 GMT
Birthplace: Tordek
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 39
Affiliation: Unknown
Personality: Cocky, Stubborn, Ruthless, Selfish, Loyal, and overall a dwarf that's a dick to all non-dwarf races. Also has schizophrenia 'presumably'.
Physical Description: 4'8"
History: Búrrusk was born into a family with two other half-brothers, and three half-sisters. First of his name, Búrrusk is the only legitimate son to be in the family of 'Blackash' but due to odd circumstances. All his brothers and sisters are of equal right to any legitimate sons and daughters of a noble caste family. Due to his mother-in-blood being killed during a horrific incident of a lava spill from an unforeseen earthquake. Forcing his father to beg to be wedded and granted the chance to hopefully produce more offspring. Causing his entire family to be on a constant strife to see who truly gets the right to the family political powers, and treasure. Being the oldest by only 4 years, Búrrusk found out his powers early due to his already common trait of being a dwarf and 'bold'. He chose the life to live with the Warrior caste to learn how to wield an axe at age 8, and getting his first kill at age 15 in a tunnel combat against orcs. Trying to get shit done and be known as the true heir to the Blackashes family treasure. He would constantly devote his time to reading and going on tunnel patrols, having innate intelligence and being quick footeded compared to the rest. He'd raise the status and play a part in his family in earning a right to rule one of the dwarven fortresses. Thus being at prime at age 28, although at age 29 he was struck down with a crippling disease that would lead his name being dragged along the dirt. And tossed aside as his brothers and sisters seized the opportunity to topple him and split the power for themselves.
Sitting in a ornate chair for five years, spending every single coin that he had to himself to heal himself to life. He would watch as the family continued to plot and administrate the Dwarven Fortress. Ignoring his every word as he sat there reading a book, after book. Buying time hoping that the disease would rid itself and so that he can climb back and show them all that they made the mistake of not killing him. The days were long, as every second felt like a year chipping away at his face. Plucking a strand of hair from his long white beard, until finally at age 35 he was restored to his normal self. Although at a rumored suspicion he prayed to a dark god hoping to seek vengeance and power. But the rumors swept aside as he reigned in the family name and brought it back from being destroyed. Reorganizing the mess that his family has made and setting everything on the right path. Thus beginning to get rid of his family members one by one. Sending away within a years time all his sisters to be wedded into other families. Having favor from other nobles, as well as seen as the 'true' heir. He'd gain vast wealth that he lost from the disease that plagued him every day. Rebuilding himself back to higher heights, time was growing short as he saw his parents slip away closer and closer to death. Seeing his brothers now being a threat to who would truly gain the right of the treasure of the family. Not wanting to share a single coin with half-borns. He'd plot and wait until at age 39, he made a decisive and deadly decision to orchestrate an assassination on his brothers life.
Having one of his brothers as a day passed to be found dead. Having been investigated it was found an accident where he seemed to have tripped over a rock and crushed his head into a spiked rock. The other though alive, and well. Hidden away on a merchant mission to try and gain some coin from a deal he got from a shipment of dwarven weapons. There Búrrusk asked of his leave and responsibilities of the Dwarven Fortress. Saying that he is better suited in Charlemagne to try and gather information as well as possibilities of getting some use from them. Even swaying some of the members or higher ups to grant him the right due to a recent costly attack of an orc raid from one of their other frontal fortresses being damaged. There he was shipped and delivered as an 'ambassador' representing the Dwarven Kingdom. To be seen fit to be used if any occasions arise, but other than that his campaign in Charlemagne is not of political importance. And his stay in Charlegmane is permitted as long as he wishes to stay, and may return to his homeland whenever he wants. Having been found a suitable noble to run the fortress temporarily to see if they are responsible enough to run their own family land. Feeling secured, he set off and now wanders Charlegmane. Plotting, waiting, and killing.
Strength: ●●○○○
Endurance: ●●●○○
Agility: ●●●●○
Intelligence: ●●●●○
Perception: ●●●○○
Willpower: ●●●○○
High Magic: ●○○○○○○○○○
Mana: 10/10
Abilities:
Passive/Active:
Void Born: Búrrusk has the ability at will to hide away from all the magical and supernatural capabilities of being detected or tracked down. Let alone know what his intentions are beneath the great white beard of his. His heart to the ones that rely sorely on magic to hear can only hear the emptiness that dwells within for example.To them he does not exist, but at a price where when activated his footprints leaves a shadowy wisp like mark that can be tracked easily with those that attempt to try and find him. And again at will he can decide whenever to reveal himself, letting others know of his intents, where he is, and such. Dispelling the shadowy wisp to be gone forever.
Active:
Doppelganger: Búrrusk causes another replica image of himself to exist. Mimicing all his abilities, movements, actions, words, or anything at all that comes to his mind. Acting at the same mental capacity at a life like motion. But, in the end it is an illusion and does nothing physically damaging. Causing those with keen eyes to realize that if in a field of grass the image is not moving the grass. But it is phasing through. It does mimic the sound of movement, or voice in general, and only lasts for at most 5 seconds, or enough to do what needed to be done quickly.
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 39
Affiliation: Unknown
Personality: Cocky, Stubborn, Ruthless, Selfish, Loyal, and overall a dwarf that's a dick to all non-dwarf races. Also has schizophrenia 'presumably'.
Physical Description: 4'8"
History: Búrrusk was born into a family with two other half-brothers, and three half-sisters. First of his name, Búrrusk is the only legitimate son to be in the family of 'Blackash' but due to odd circumstances. All his brothers and sisters are of equal right to any legitimate sons and daughters of a noble caste family. Due to his mother-in-blood being killed during a horrific incident of a lava spill from an unforeseen earthquake. Forcing his father to beg to be wedded and granted the chance to hopefully produce more offspring. Causing his entire family to be on a constant strife to see who truly gets the right to the family political powers, and treasure. Being the oldest by only 4 years, Búrrusk found out his powers early due to his already common trait of being a dwarf and 'bold'. He chose the life to live with the Warrior caste to learn how to wield an axe at age 8, and getting his first kill at age 15 in a tunnel combat against orcs. Trying to get shit done and be known as the true heir to the Blackashes family treasure. He would constantly devote his time to reading and going on tunnel patrols, having innate intelligence and being quick footeded compared to the rest. He'd raise the status and play a part in his family in earning a right to rule one of the dwarven fortresses. Thus being at prime at age 28, although at age 29 he was struck down with a crippling disease that would lead his name being dragged along the dirt. And tossed aside as his brothers and sisters seized the opportunity to topple him and split the power for themselves.
Sitting in a ornate chair for five years, spending every single coin that he had to himself to heal himself to life. He would watch as the family continued to plot and administrate the Dwarven Fortress. Ignoring his every word as he sat there reading a book, after book. Buying time hoping that the disease would rid itself and so that he can climb back and show them all that they made the mistake of not killing him. The days were long, as every second felt like a year chipping away at his face. Plucking a strand of hair from his long white beard, until finally at age 35 he was restored to his normal self. Although at a rumored suspicion he prayed to a dark god hoping to seek vengeance and power. But the rumors swept aside as he reigned in the family name and brought it back from being destroyed. Reorganizing the mess that his family has made and setting everything on the right path. Thus beginning to get rid of his family members one by one. Sending away within a years time all his sisters to be wedded into other families. Having favor from other nobles, as well as seen as the 'true' heir. He'd gain vast wealth that he lost from the disease that plagued him every day. Rebuilding himself back to higher heights, time was growing short as he saw his parents slip away closer and closer to death. Seeing his brothers now being a threat to who would truly gain the right of the treasure of the family. Not wanting to share a single coin with half-borns. He'd plot and wait until at age 39, he made a decisive and deadly decision to orchestrate an assassination on his brothers life.
Having one of his brothers as a day passed to be found dead. Having been investigated it was found an accident where he seemed to have tripped over a rock and crushed his head into a spiked rock. The other though alive, and well. Hidden away on a merchant mission to try and gain some coin from a deal he got from a shipment of dwarven weapons. There Búrrusk asked of his leave and responsibilities of the Dwarven Fortress. Saying that he is better suited in Charlemagne to try and gather information as well as possibilities of getting some use from them. Even swaying some of the members or higher ups to grant him the right due to a recent costly attack of an orc raid from one of their other frontal fortresses being damaged. There he was shipped and delivered as an 'ambassador' representing the Dwarven Kingdom. To be seen fit to be used if any occasions arise, but other than that his campaign in Charlemagne is not of political importance. And his stay in Charlegmane is permitted as long as he wishes to stay, and may return to his homeland whenever he wants. Having been found a suitable noble to run the fortress temporarily to see if they are responsible enough to run their own family land. Feeling secured, he set off and now wanders Charlegmane. Plotting, waiting, and killing.
Strength: ●●○○○
Endurance: ●●●○○
Agility: ●●●●○
Intelligence: ●●●●○
Perception: ●●●○○
Willpower: ●●●○○
High Magic: ●○○○○○○○○○
Mana: 10/10
Abilities:
Passive/Active:
Void Born: Búrrusk has the ability at will to hide away from all the magical and supernatural capabilities of being detected or tracked down. Let alone know what his intentions are beneath the great white beard of his. His heart to the ones that rely sorely on magic to hear can only hear the emptiness that dwells within for example.To them he does not exist, but at a price where when activated his footprints leaves a shadowy wisp like mark that can be tracked easily with those that attempt to try and find him. And again at will he can decide whenever to reveal himself, letting others know of his intents, where he is, and such. Dispelling the shadowy wisp to be gone forever.
Active:
Doppelganger: Búrrusk causes another replica image of himself to exist. Mimicing all his abilities, movements, actions, words, or anything at all that comes to his mind. Acting at the same mental capacity at a life like motion. But, in the end it is an illusion and does nothing physically damaging. Causing those with keen eyes to realize that if in a field of grass the image is not moving the grass. But it is phasing through. It does mimic the sound of movement, or voice in general, and only lasts for at most 5 seconds, or enough to do what needed to be done quickly.
