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Zoie HartAfter giving it some thought, I've decided to scrap the magic fisticuffs boi and have gone with a dwarf warrior and engineer! Here is Odran, let me know if anything needs changing:
Credit: Paul Rozhkov
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Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 5'1", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's often denser than most humans, and certainly weighs an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.
His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively diminutive frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, chain, leather underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and hard eyes of steel gray. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and a camaraderie-filled twinkle in his eye.
Personality:
A loud and boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. Untrusting of magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of architecture, engineering, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.
While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others.
Despite his affable nature, when its time to get serious, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and quiet efficiency, and only rarely allows himself emotional outbursts.
Strengths:
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing a heavy crossbow from a fixed position or charging in with axe and shield. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft with his hands. Odran is also a capable smith and craftsman- able to make repairs to weapons and armor as well as build new ones if given the proper materials.
Weaknesses:
While dexterous and strong, Odran's size and stature does him no favors, and his heavy armor slows him down and reduces his overall movement speed. Odran also prefers fighting on solid ground and would likely sink in the water- on account of his heavy armor and stature. Odran is also incapable of using magic, and must rely on others capable of doing so. Odran is also not a fan of flying, and has a slight fear of heights.
Brief Bio:
A career soldier, engineer, siege specialist, and tinker, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor of weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.
Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a combat engineer in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's engineers, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.
Other:
None for now.
Credit: Paul Rozhkov
wild_artist.artstation.com
Odran Stormweaver
Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 5'1", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's often denser than most humans, and certainly weighs an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.
His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively diminutive frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, chain, leather underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and hard eyes of steel gray. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and a camaraderie-filled twinkle in his eye.
Personality:
A loud and boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. Untrusting of magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of architecture, engineering, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.
While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others.
Despite his affable nature, when its time to get serious, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and quiet efficiency, and only rarely allows himself emotional outbursts.
Strengths:
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing a heavy crossbow from a fixed position or charging in with axe and shield. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft with his hands. Odran is also a capable smith and craftsman- able to make repairs to weapons and armor as well as build new ones if given the proper materials.
Weaknesses:
While dexterous and strong, Odran's size and stature does him no favors, and his heavy armor slows him down and reduces his overall movement speed. Odran also prefers fighting on solid ground and would likely sink in the water- on account of his heavy armor and stature. Odran is also incapable of using magic, and must rely on others capable of doing so. Odran is also not a fan of flying, and has a slight fear of heights.
Brief Bio:
A career soldier, engineer, siege specialist, and tinker, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor of weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.
Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a combat engineer in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's engineers, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.
Other:
None for now.
