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Lurking KrogName: Mogun
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Race Description:
Appearance:
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Mogun is a big man, measuring 190cm in length and 120kg in weight. He is muscular and broad, not defined like a bodybuilder but thick and tough like a proper strong man. He has vivid green eyes and fiery red hair, both traits of his Karlandish ancestry. Mogun has a several tattoos on his body, most in the shapes of animals traditional to Karlandish warriors. He is usually dressed in warm and durable clothes of his own making.
Notable Equipment:
An old and well-worn longaxe with several notches carved in the the handle, a fur coat made from a bear he once slew, a drinking horn carved from a bull-man he once bested.
Background:
Mogun is a big bastard and always was. Both his parents were, too, and warriors at that. It wasn't particularly odd, then, that Mogun and his four siblings all became warriors themselves. It is actually a pretty common trade in the Karlands, where life always seems a little harsher than everywhere else. Mogun lost all his family and everyone he knew when his tribe lost to another in a feud. He was banished from his homeland on pain of death and thus had to make a living elsewhere. He didn't know a lot about life outside the Karlands; hell, he didn't know much about life there either (apart from fighting), so he decided to go with what he did know. He became a mercenary, a thug, a killer and a sword for hire. He has been on one or both sides of a battle for most of his adult life, never staying in one place for too long. In the quiet years between wars he helps with pest-removal in villages, rooting out beasts and monsters for villages and towns. He'd had made a fortune for himself if it wasn't for his terrible hand with money; he just can't seem to hold onto it for more than a fortnight.
These days Mogun stays out of the battles as much as possible and is more inclined to deal with the troubles of the villages and towns. He's fed up with politics and always find himself in arguments or fights over old struggles he doesn't even remember anymore. He has become tired and bored with the endless killing and is looking for some meaning in his life, but has trouble finding it.
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Race Description:
Appearance:
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/center]Mogun is a big man, measuring 190cm in length and 120kg in weight. He is muscular and broad, not defined like a bodybuilder but thick and tough like a proper strong man. He has vivid green eyes and fiery red hair, both traits of his Karlandish ancestry. Mogun has a several tattoos on his body, most in the shapes of animals traditional to Karlandish warriors. He is usually dressed in warm and durable clothes of his own making.
Notable Equipment:
An old and well-worn longaxe with several notches carved in the the handle, a fur coat made from a bear he once slew, a drinking horn carved from a bull-man he once bested.
Background:
Mogun is a big bastard and always was. Both his parents were, too, and warriors at that. It wasn't particularly odd, then, that Mogun and his four siblings all became warriors themselves. It is actually a pretty common trade in the Karlands, where life always seems a little harsher than everywhere else. Mogun lost all his family and everyone he knew when his tribe lost to another in a feud. He was banished from his homeland on pain of death and thus had to make a living elsewhere. He didn't know a lot about life outside the Karlands; hell, he didn't know much about life there either (apart from fighting), so he decided to go with what he did know. He became a mercenary, a thug, a killer and a sword for hire. He has been on one or both sides of a battle for most of his adult life, never staying in one place for too long. In the quiet years between wars he helps with pest-removal in villages, rooting out beasts and monsters for villages and towns. He'd had made a fortune for himself if it wasn't for his terrible hand with money; he just can't seem to hold onto it for more than a fortnight.
These days Mogun stays out of the battles as much as possible and is more inclined to deal with the troubles of the villages and towns. He's fed up with politics and always find himself in arguments or fights over old struggles he doesn't even remember anymore. He has become tired and bored with the endless killing and is looking for some meaning in his life, but has trouble finding it.
