Dain "Xombii" Ungart
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
ALIGNMENT
Lawful Neutral
GENDER
Male
EYES
Gold
SIZE
Medium
HEIGHT
4½ feet tall
WEIGHT
180lb.
War has been his life for as long as he cares to remember. He trained as a youth, studied the use of weapons and armor, learned basic survival techniques, including how to stay alive on the battlefield. Part of The Knights of the Black Ice. Leaning toward adventures of his own cause, mostly eating and drinking. Though if he had thought his role seriously, he would be a Barbarian, earning quite the upkeep with his trusty weapons and own crafted armor. Now is currently roaming lands for the life of luxury. Foods that he has never tried, bars that he would frequent if the ale had been good enough.
The combination of his current attractions have chizeled him into an observer, quite thankful for the people who had helped him during his drunken slumbers. Working odd jobs that had been offered, had it been crafting weapons, armor or mucking out farms he was just happy to earn his drinking money.
He is fond of speaking tales of his exploits with his employer, however mostly never finds a listener. He has long black hair with a faded black beard. He carries camping equipment, A War axe etched in blue runes, often food for his travels and plenty of coin to Purchase from the next Inn. He will turn a blind eye to most things that do not include him, unless hired to stop actions or express his views. He is fond of breads of all kinds as the starch was good for his weight.
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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
ALIGNMENT
Lawful Neutral
GENDER
Male
EYES
Gold
SIZE
Medium
HEIGHT
4½ feet tall
WEIGHT
180lb.
War has been his life for as long as he cares to remember. He trained as a youth, studied the use of weapons and armor, learned basic survival techniques, including how to stay alive on the battlefield. Part of The Knights of the Black Ice. Leaning toward adventures of his own cause, mostly eating and drinking. Though if he had thought his role seriously, he would be a Barbarian, earning quite the upkeep with his trusty weapons and own crafted armor. Now is currently roaming lands for the life of luxury. Foods that he has never tried, bars that he would frequent if the ale had been good enough.
The combination of his current attractions have chizeled him into an observer, quite thankful for the people who had helped him during his drunken slumbers. Working odd jobs that had been offered, had it been crafting weapons, armor or mucking out farms he was just happy to earn his drinking money.
He is fond of speaking tales of his exploits with his employer, however mostly never finds a listener. He has long black hair with a faded black beard. He carries camping equipment, A War axe etched in blue runes, often food for his travels and plenty of coin to Purchase from the next Inn. He will turn a blind eye to most things that do not include him, unless hired to stop actions or express his views. He is fond of breads of all kinds as the starch was good for his weight.
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