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A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Brom Stronghammer

Name: Brom Stronghammer
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf

Appearance:

Credit: jabberwockyface

Height: 4'10 or 147.32 cm
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Brown

Personality:
A jovial man with a thirst for life and an insatiable hunger for food, Brom comes across as a warm and friendly person ready to offer a hand if needed. Sharp of wit and perceptive, he is sociable and attentive to the needs of others. He is always on the lookout for the freshest ingredients and even try things that maybe most people wouldn't dare out of typical convention just to see if it tastes good, or at least to see if it's lethal or not. Hell, he'll go out himself to find these ingredients happily.

He is a creative soul, constantly experimenting with his cooking to find the best possible flavors even if there are some less than tasty results in the mix at times. Each failure is a lesson to learn, and he never makes the same mistake twice, at least when it comes to cooking. His mind tends to wander from time to time, but when the time comes, he knows the value of hard work.

Quirks:

- Nicknames his kitchen equipment: Pretty self-explanatory. He nicknames his tools and fondly takes extra care of them, liking them as extensions of himself.
- Flavor seeking freak: In the pursuit of flavor, there is no depths he won't go to find it even if it's absolutely a terrible idea. He has tasted and cooked some terrible food from things that could only be described as edible as a technicality.
- Shaves everyday: As a chef having a big, luscious beard that dwarves are known for is considered unsanitary in the kitchen, so Brok shaves once a day. Still doesn't prevent him from having a small beard though.

Brief History:
When Brom was born there was a single driving desire the fueled him: food. There was nothing he wanted more than food under the mountain, but he was not satisfied with dwarven cuisine. He wanted to experience more, to taste more, to understand what made things taste the way they do. It was quite a conundrum for a family of blacksmiths to have a child more interested in eating and cooking than continuing the family tradition.

At the ripe age of thirteen with a half a foot long beard and some savings from his parents, Brom went off to live with his uncle in much more populated city with hopes to get an apprenticeship in a restaurant, maybe something even upscale. Instead, he got his start working in a tavern washing dishes though over time they taught him cooking techniques and even let him cook. Once he got older, he would then go to one job to the next, each one a higher establishment until he was working in a nobleman's house as one of his personal chefs.

One would think that Brom would've been happy with his predicament; he got to cook delicious food every day and at first, he was. However, it was the same food, seasoned the same way, plated the same way, every single time. This was not why he left home and certainly not why he became a chef. At twenty years old, he just left with a new goal in mind; to adventure the world and find all the unique, delicious things. So, he became an adventurer. Not a very good one, at least at first, but an adventurer, nonetheless.

Brom joined various different groups though he never really stayed for long. He was always hopping to the next thing, the next village cuisine, or the next beast or herb to cook. There was something else though. Something that was drawing him in, a desire, but he was not sure what for. The only way he would ever figure it out was if he went out to seek it, so that's what he did.

After months of traveling, he ended up in run down village and there he stood before a less than stellar building, but something screamed out at him that this was what he was looking for. It was then he understood why he sought this place out. It was the perfect place to start a tavern.

-- Skills/Spells, Stats & Items ---

Occupation: Chef

Social Status: Commoner

Skills:

- Cooking (Expert): Has advanced cooking knowledge and techniques from his time working in restaurants and his own experimentation. Just ignore the failures.
- Foraging (Adept): Can identify most documented wild fungi, herbs, and produce. Has enough knowledge and common sense to tell when something is dangerous to eat.
- Swordsmanship (Adept): A sword is just an oversized knife when you think about it, so one would think that knowledge would transfer over. It really doesn't. Over his adventures, he cooked meals for swordsman in exchange for lessons. His swordsmanship is just a hodgepodge of different styles, but he can at least fend for himself.

Equipment:

- Kitchen knives set
- Cast iron skillet
- A cast iron pot
- Copper great sword
- Spatula
- Wooden ladle
- Simple Backpack
- Flint
- Wooden utensils
- A collection of herbs, spices, and salt
- Olive oil

--- My House ---

Until the RP actually starts and you guys get a feel for what the village looks and feels like, please leave this section alone.

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling articularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Cozy Fantasy Village-Life RP

Remember, we can learn these skills down the line too.

Cozy Fantasy Village-Life RP

@Xaltwind
Fixed it and yeah he’s quirky alright. Gotta have some weirdos to spice things up.

Cozy Fantasy Village-Life RP

We also need someone to taste test Brom's experiments. A sacrifice most noble.

Cozy Fantasy Village-Life RP

@Sho Minazuki

Eh, if they both get accepted, I'd be cool having Brom teach Everett how to cook. Brom would need help managing a tavern.

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Made this dude up on the fly. If this gets accepted, I'll draft some drawings for this dude up then.

Brom Stronghammer

Name: Brom Stronghammer
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf

Appearance:

Credit: jabberwockyface

Height: 4'10 or 147.32 cm
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Brown

Personality:
A jovial man with a thirst for life and an insatiable hunger for food, Brom comes across as a warm and friendly person ready to offer a hand if needed. Sharp of wit and perceptive, he is sociable and attentive to the needs of others. He is always on the lookout for the freshest ingredients and even try things that maybe most people wouldn't dare out of typical convention just to see if it tastes good, or at least to see if it's lethal or not. Hell, he'll go out himself to find these ingredients happily.

He is a creative soul, constantly experimenting with his cooking to find the best possible flavors even if there are some less than tasty results in the mix at times. Each failure is a lesson to learn, and he never makes the same mistake twice, at least when it comes to cooking. His mind tends to wander from time to time, but when the time comes, he knows the value of hard work.

Quirks:

- Nicknames his kitchen equipment: Pretty self-explanatory. He nicknames his tools and fondly takes extra care of them, liking them as extensions of himself.
- Flavor seeking freak: In the pursuit of flavor, there is no depths he won't go to find it even if it's absolutely a terrible idea. He has tasted and cooked some terrible food from things that could only be described as edible as a technicality.
- Shaves everyday: As a chef having a big, luscious beard that dwarves are known for is considered unsanitary in the kitchen, so Brok shaves once a day. Still doesn't prevent him from having a small beard though.

Brief History:
When Brom was born there was a single driving desire the fueled him: food. There was nothing he wanted more than food under the mountain, but he was not satisfied with dwarven cuisine. He wanted to experience more, to taste more, to understand what made things taste the way they do. It was quite a conundrum for a family of blacksmiths to have a child more interested in eating and cooking than continuing the family tradition.

At the ripe age of thirteen with a half a foot long beard and some savings from his parents, Brom went off to live with his uncle in much more populated city with hopes to get an apprenticeship in a restaurant, maybe something even upscale. Instead, he got his start working in a tavern washing dishes though over time they taught him cooking techniques and even let him cook. Once he got older, he would then go to one job to the next, each one a higher establishment until he was working in a nobleman's house as one of his personal chefs.

One would think that Brom would've been happy with his predicament; he got to cook delicious food every day and at first, he was. However, it was the same food, seasoned the same way, plated the same way, every single time. This was not why he left home and certainly not why he became a chef. At twenty years old, he just left with a new goal in mind; to adventure the world and find all the unique, delicious things. So, he became an adventurer. Not a very good one, at least at first, but an adventurer, nonetheless.

Brom joined various different groups though he never really stayed for long. He was always hopping to the next thing, the next village cuisine, or the next beast or herb to cook. There was something else though. Something that was drawing him in, a desire, but he was not sure what for. The only way he would ever figure it out was if he went out to seek it, so that's what he did.

After months of traveling, he ended up in run down village and there he stood before a less than stellar building, but something screamed out at him that this was what he was looking for. It was then he understood why he sought this place out. It was the perfect place to start a tavern.

-- Skills/Spells, Stats & Items ---

Occupation: Chef

Social Status: Commoner

Skills:

- Cooking (Expert): Has advanced cooking knowledge and techniques from his time working in restaurants and his own experimentation. Just ignore the failures.
- Foraging (Adept): Can identify most documented wild fungi, herbs, and produce. Has enough knowledge and common sense to tell when something is dangerous to eat.
- Swordsmanship (Adept): A sword is just an oversized knife when you think about it, so one would think that knowledge would transfer over. It really doesn't. Over his adventures, he cooked meals for swordsman in exchange for lessons. His swordsmanship is just a hodgepodge of different styles, but he can at least fend for himself.

Equipment:

- Kitchen knives set
- Cast iron skillet
- A cast iron pot
- Copper great sword
- Spatula
- Wooden ladle
- Simple Backpack
- Flint
- Wooden utensils
- A collection of herbs, spices, and salt
- Olive oil

--- My House ---

Until the RP actually starts and you guys get a feel for what the village looks and feels like, please leave this section alone.

Location: Where in, or outsde, the village is your home located.
Type: Is it just a residence? SOme kind of shop? A facility of some kind?
Floors: Is it a single or multi-storey building?

Description:
Here you can describe the out and inside of yoour building, along with any special or notewrothy aspects of it. If you're feeling articularly creative, you could even include a floor-plan for others to look at, if you're into the artsy drawing biz.

Cozy Fantasy Village-Life RP

Wow, can't believe I missed this. Any room still?

Magic in the Park

Sorry for the short post. Kinda had a hard time trying to figure out what to do in this situation.

Magic in the Park

Great, intangibility. As if it could have gotten any worse. Still, they were not out of luck; manifestations all revolve around some kind of logic even if they don't appear to do so on the first glance. These battles were always a puzzle to solve, each one with their own pieces that they had to put together with quick trial and error.

However, trial and error would have to wait. For a split second, Mathias saw that the greater pattern of the smoke shifted. He could feel it, the rush of fangs and claws descending upon him. There was no thinking, only reacting. He could feel it. The magecraft coursing through his body, through his legs. In a split second, one would have thought he flickered out of the way of the incoming assault.

In the brief window of time that Mathias dodged out of the way, he pointed the barrel of his gun where he assumed the Manifestation would be and peppered it with arcane bullets though he doubted that it would even harm the creature. If only he had the schematics for some magical weapon that could kill intangible manifestations, but life was never that easy.

Over the hail of gunfire Mathias shouted, "Raf, coordinate with Emma and find an opening for her pup to attack the bastard! Cid, Dirk! Provide cover fire!"

What was he going to do? He needed to figure out the nature of this creature and fast because he was not certain that Emma's manifestation was going to be enough to even put that thing down on its own.