Post by Gilraen of Dorthonion on Aug 20, 2007 14:13:26 GMT -5
Name: Garrod son of Dorrag
Age: 46
Personality: He's quite gruff with people he doesn't like, and likes to re-enact battles his father told him about. He doesn't like elves as a rule. He likes to go fishing, which is quite unusual for a dwarf. He's not too bright, but he knows how to hunt very well. All in all, he's an average dwarf with a few quirks.
Skin Color: Ruddy
Eye Color: Small, rather beady black eyes
Hair Color: He has long tangled brown hair and beard
Clothing: He has some specially made armour which he polishes and oils every day in case there's a battle. He always wears skins of dead animals. His favourite clothes (besides the armour) are some deerskin trousers and a shirt made out of some oliphaunt skin from an oliphaunt his father killed. His favourite hat is made out a rabbit he killed when he was only 23. All his shoes are made of either deer or fox with metal on the bottom. He always wears a chain-mail shirt underneath his other shirt, just in case.
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Where you are from: The mountain of Miador
Friends: Gramick and Gramock sons of Grigly
Family: Dorrag, his father
History: He has been good at hunting since he was 10. His mother died when he was only 3, so he never really knew her. His father has been in many battles and boasts about them all the time. The mountain on which he lives, Miador, is quite close to Moria, just two mountains away. He hopes that one day he can fight in as many batttles as his father.
Roleplay Example: Garrod was sharpening his axe when he heard it. A sort of Scritch scritch coming from outside the cosy cave that he lived in. He picked up his axe and crept outside. A thin mouse was eating a nut some way behind his horse. Garrod hated mice. This one looked as though it hadn't seen the light of day for weeks, but Garrod didn't care. He raised his axe. He heard a small voice in the back of his mind. What did it ever do to you? Why kill it? Garrod thought about this for a while. Why should he kill it? Because it's a mouse, he heard from the front of his mind. He shrugged and swung the axe downwards, but the mouse had ran away while was thinking, so he just cut the nut cleanly in two. Garrod swore. "Dangerous business, thinking. That's why I usually don't," he muttered, throwing down his axe and going to polish his armour.
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Name: Gilgrack
Age: 3
Color: It was light brown when Garrod bought it, but now it's sooty black.
Species: Small horse
Other: Garrod doesn't know if it's a boy or girl, but he doesn't really care.
Owner: Garrod
Age: 46
Personality: He's quite gruff with people he doesn't like, and likes to re-enact battles his father told him about. He doesn't like elves as a rule. He likes to go fishing, which is quite unusual for a dwarf. He's not too bright, but he knows how to hunt very well. All in all, he's an average dwarf with a few quirks.
Skin Color: Ruddy
Eye Color: Small, rather beady black eyes
Hair Color: He has long tangled brown hair and beard
Clothing: He has some specially made armour which he polishes and oils every day in case there's a battle. He always wears skins of dead animals. His favourite clothes (besides the armour) are some deerskin trousers and a shirt made out of some oliphaunt skin from an oliphaunt his father killed. His favourite hat is made out a rabbit he killed when he was only 23. All his shoes are made of either deer or fox with metal on the bottom. He always wears a chain-mail shirt underneath his other shirt, just in case.
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Where you are from: The mountain of Miador
Friends: Gramick and Gramock sons of Grigly
Family: Dorrag, his father
History: He has been good at hunting since he was 10. His mother died when he was only 3, so he never really knew her. His father has been in many battles and boasts about them all the time. The mountain on which he lives, Miador, is quite close to Moria, just two mountains away. He hopes that one day he can fight in as many batttles as his father.
Roleplay Example: Garrod was sharpening his axe when he heard it. A sort of Scritch scritch coming from outside the cosy cave that he lived in. He picked up his axe and crept outside. A thin mouse was eating a nut some way behind his horse. Garrod hated mice. This one looked as though it hadn't seen the light of day for weeks, but Garrod didn't care. He raised his axe. He heard a small voice in the back of his mind. What did it ever do to you? Why kill it? Garrod thought about this for a while. Why should he kill it? Because it's a mouse, he heard from the front of his mind. He shrugged and swung the axe downwards, but the mouse had ran away while was thinking, so he just cut the nut cleanly in two. Garrod swore. "Dangerous business, thinking. That's why I usually don't," he muttered, throwing down his axe and going to polish his armour.
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Name: Gilgrack
Age: 3
Color: It was light brown when Garrod bought it, but now it's sooty black.
Species: Small horse
Other: Garrod doesn't know if it's a boy or girl, but he doesn't really care.
Owner: Garrod
