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The Iron Bear
"War didn't kill me. I'll be damned if this Blight does."

Roderick Pelgriff   ♦    54    ♦   Male   ♦ Neutral Good 

Ω   O R I G I N S:
Roderick’s father, like many others, attempted the economic climb in Ferros. He set himself up as a blacksmith in the city of iron, but his business eventually failed like so many others tend to do. His failed business left his family on the streets with nothing. Roderick learned his first lesson in pride at this stage in his life when his father stubbornly refused to work for any other blacksmith. His pride killed him; it left him, his wife, and Roderick to the streets. There, he died when the Red Plague swept the land. Roderick quickly swallowed whatever pride he had and groveled at each and every blacksmith for an apprenticeship. He worked hard for years, making a meager amount; just enough to barely feed himself and his mother.

Eventually, he lost his mother too. After her death, Roderick joined up with a band of roaming mercenaries who came to Ferros. He offered his service as a smith in exchange for training from them. He spent years and years marching with that band, acting as their smith and a soldier himself. He learned how to fight during his years with them. As his hair grayed, he saw more and more people get cut down and more and more youths join up. The band was unfamiliar to him by then, all his friends long gone in some battle or another. So, he left after training a new smith and commander.

Ω   A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:
//ABILITIES:
◼ No Place for Pride | Years of fighting and surviving have left Roderick with the ability to effectively command men and women. He holds himself with an air of confidence and wisdom that demands respect. His survival has left him with the knowledge that pride can and will most likely get you killed in a fight.

//SKILLS:
◼ Tempered Arm | Roderick has trained since his teen years as a blacksmith. Despite his age, he is still a skilled warrior able to hold his own in a fight. His years of fighting have tempered his arm and made him powerful and resilient to counteract his stiff leg.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ Age is a Bitch | Loathe though he is to admit it, Roderick’s age is a hindrance. He gets sore easier after fighting, he gets colder than he used to, and his joints ache when the weather changes. The world seems a bit bleaker than it did before. His time spent in a mercenary band has made Roderick accustomed to being listened to, so he does not follow authority very well.

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ Scars of Battle | When he was still a young man, Roderick’s leg was injured in a battle. The wound left the leg slightly stiffer than his other, which has slowed him down over the years, though the speed and strength of his arm are surprising for his age. He also suffered a cut across his face that took the sight from his right eye. Roderick can a stubborn bull at times, thinking his way is the best way. Though he would never admit it, Roderick does have nightmares and at times flashbacks of his time spent on battlefields. He also has the memory of each loss of a friend firmly engraved in his mind.

Ω   N O T E S:
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(Add a bear pelt cloak.)

(More of a hammerhead on the back.)
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