Post by Cirrus on Jun 20, 2007 18:13:24 GMT -5
Name:Krorr Skrader
Gender:Male
Age:21
Species:Dwarf
Personality:Krorr, is straight and to the point, he disapproves of 'beating around the bush' and those who do often are cut short by a rude comment from him. Hes tough, enjoys getting drunk (when He's just gotten paid from a catch) and makes a habit of disrespecting those who seem to be high and mighty. Probably the only reason he hasn't been persecuted for indolence and disobedience to those of substantial social status is the fact hes respected by most and that he would probably just as soon take of the heads of whoever tried to get him locked up. BUT when in the company of friends or companions hes a very enjoyable sort, singing tunes and cracking jokes in a kind natured matter.
History:Krorr Skrader grew up in the mountains with his village around him and left around the age of eighteen. He's learned the trade of a hunter and made quiet a reputation for himself. Now and then hell fight in the arenas but he prefers income from hunting. Though hes fairly certain the armor he is so proud of could keep him safe from any weapon. Though he calls magic work cheating and foolery.
Roleplay Sample:Krorr grunted softly as he worked on one of his broken traps. Long brown beard trailing down his armor clad stomach. His small fingers worked deftly over the aged wood, chisel in hand he slowly carved out a new hole for the spring. He glanced up as a pair of boots entered his vision and stopped in front of him. He looked up at the stranger for a moment before spitting to one side and continuing his work. "If its not business I'm busy."He said gruffly as he continued to pointedly ignore the stranger.
"What about a drink? I'll pay for it dwarven." The voice was definitely one of an elf, like song. Krorr looked up again hand moving from the chisel to the mace laid across his back.
"Although I dearly love the brew round these part, you'll have to excuse me if i deny your offer. Whats your business? because i can arrange something for you if you like." He said grumpily as he stood up, which didn't really adjust his height as he had been sitting on a taller barrel of some good or another. The stranger chuckled softly and a bag of coins fell, clinking to the ground between Krorr's feet, it would take an elf's work to make it look as though the stranger had not moved at all. "very well then." He muttered rather reluctantly taking his hand from the mace on his back.
"Good, thought you may be interested. Now, I'm after a special..something."
Other: Well established hunter.
Scillion, his pet-
Her webs are most useful to his work, and shes the only one of her kind aroiund these parts, she was given to him by a friend as an egg his freind has since left for awhile, on some business venture into the marshes on the far side of the mountains where Krorr came from.
Gender:Male
Age:21
Species:Dwarf
Personality:Krorr, is straight and to the point, he disapproves of 'beating around the bush' and those who do often are cut short by a rude comment from him. Hes tough, enjoys getting drunk (when He's just gotten paid from a catch) and makes a habit of disrespecting those who seem to be high and mighty. Probably the only reason he hasn't been persecuted for indolence and disobedience to those of substantial social status is the fact hes respected by most and that he would probably just as soon take of the heads of whoever tried to get him locked up. BUT when in the company of friends or companions hes a very enjoyable sort, singing tunes and cracking jokes in a kind natured matter.
History:Krorr Skrader grew up in the mountains with his village around him and left around the age of eighteen. He's learned the trade of a hunter and made quiet a reputation for himself. Now and then hell fight in the arenas but he prefers income from hunting. Though hes fairly certain the armor he is so proud of could keep him safe from any weapon. Though he calls magic work cheating and foolery.
Roleplay Sample:Krorr grunted softly as he worked on one of his broken traps. Long brown beard trailing down his armor clad stomach. His small fingers worked deftly over the aged wood, chisel in hand he slowly carved out a new hole for the spring. He glanced up as a pair of boots entered his vision and stopped in front of him. He looked up at the stranger for a moment before spitting to one side and continuing his work. "If its not business I'm busy."He said gruffly as he continued to pointedly ignore the stranger.
"What about a drink? I'll pay for it dwarven." The voice was definitely one of an elf, like song. Krorr looked up again hand moving from the chisel to the mace laid across his back.
"Although I dearly love the brew round these part, you'll have to excuse me if i deny your offer. Whats your business? because i can arrange something for you if you like." He said grumpily as he stood up, which didn't really adjust his height as he had been sitting on a taller barrel of some good or another. The stranger chuckled softly and a bag of coins fell, clinking to the ground between Krorr's feet, it would take an elf's work to make it look as though the stranger had not moved at all. "very well then." He muttered rather reluctantly taking his hand from the mace on his back.
"Good, thought you may be interested. Now, I'm after a special..something."
Other: Well established hunter.
Scillion, his pet-
Her webs are most useful to his work, and shes the only one of her kind aroiund these parts, she was given to him by a friend as an egg his freind has since left for awhile, on some business venture into the marshes on the far side of the mountains where Krorr came from.
