Post by Dragonis on Oct 5, 2014 14:40:29 GMT -6
Character Name:
Garoll Haver
Age:
52
Sex:
Male
Race:
Dwarf
Class:
Warrior
Specializations:
Champion, Guardian
Favored skills:
Shield Bash
Hobbies:
Garoll loves drinking and swearing. Those two are simply his hobbies in life. He also collects the left ears off of his Darkspawn foes, threading them onto a length of string, and when that string is completed, he moves on to a new string. He also loves to sing drinking shanties when he is hammered. Or sober.
Background:
Garoll was born from the Warrior Caste, and thus had to serve the Noble Caste early on in his life. He was assigned to a member of the Dace family for his first twenty years of life, and served him well in all of that time. Garoll gained a reputation as a heavy drinker (even by Dwarven standards) an very crude in speech, and was eventually banished to the Deep Roads due to his attitude unfitting of the guard of a noble. He happily joined the Legion of the Dead, seeking out Darkspawn and extinguishing them whenever they came up. As the years went by, Garoll found himself the sole survivor of his original unit, having stood the test of time down in the Deep Roads longer than any other member of the Legion before him.
For over twenty years he fought in the dark, occasionally returning to Orzammar for some hard drinks and romps with prostitutes (which was known to creep people out as no member of the Legion returns home because they're 'dead'). He became the Commander of the Legion in his area of the Deep Roads, but grew bored of fighting Darkspawn in the darkness and decided to try his hand at the surface, even if it meant falling into the sky.
Personality:
Garoll is simply rude, crude and lowbrow with his people skills. He swears in every sentence and spits often whenever he mentions Darkspawn, but he also has a good heart, if a little hardened from years in the darkness. He drinks heavily and often smells like he grew up in a brewery. He enjoys a good laugh, and loves to ridicule humans and Elves on their frailty.
Weapons/Armor:
Garoll wears a full suit of armor from his days as a Legionnaire, and it has seen decades of combat, as evidenced by its gashes and scratches. He also uses a Legion shield, which is dented and scarred like his armor. He wields a longsword made of White Steel, a very rare metal.
Appearance: A grizzled-looking Dwarf with a head of fiery orange hair and a thick beard tied into tails on two ends. His dark eyes are hidden under a constantly-furrowed brow with thick orange eyebrows. It makes it look like he's constantly glaring, but he isn't really. There are multiple scars on him from his decades spent in the legion, and he is also missing a pinkie finger on his right hand, lost in a fight one time.
Garoll Haver
Age:
52
Sex:
Male
Race:
Dwarf
Class:
Warrior
Specializations:
Champion, Guardian
Favored skills:
Shield Bash
Hobbies:
Garoll loves drinking and swearing. Those two are simply his hobbies in life. He also collects the left ears off of his Darkspawn foes, threading them onto a length of string, and when that string is completed, he moves on to a new string. He also loves to sing drinking shanties when he is hammered. Or sober.
Background:
Garoll was born from the Warrior Caste, and thus had to serve the Noble Caste early on in his life. He was assigned to a member of the Dace family for his first twenty years of life, and served him well in all of that time. Garoll gained a reputation as a heavy drinker (even by Dwarven standards) an very crude in speech, and was eventually banished to the Deep Roads due to his attitude unfitting of the guard of a noble. He happily joined the Legion of the Dead, seeking out Darkspawn and extinguishing them whenever they came up. As the years went by, Garoll found himself the sole survivor of his original unit, having stood the test of time down in the Deep Roads longer than any other member of the Legion before him.
For over twenty years he fought in the dark, occasionally returning to Orzammar for some hard drinks and romps with prostitutes (which was known to creep people out as no member of the Legion returns home because they're 'dead'). He became the Commander of the Legion in his area of the Deep Roads, but grew bored of fighting Darkspawn in the darkness and decided to try his hand at the surface, even if it meant falling into the sky.
Personality:
Garoll is simply rude, crude and lowbrow with his people skills. He swears in every sentence and spits often whenever he mentions Darkspawn, but he also has a good heart, if a little hardened from years in the darkness. He drinks heavily and often smells like he grew up in a brewery. He enjoys a good laugh, and loves to ridicule humans and Elves on their frailty.
Weapons/Armor:
Garoll wears a full suit of armor from his days as a Legionnaire, and it has seen decades of combat, as evidenced by its gashes and scratches. He also uses a Legion shield, which is dented and scarred like his armor. He wields a longsword made of White Steel, a very rare metal.
Appearance: A grizzled-looking Dwarf with a head of fiery orange hair and a thick beard tied into tails on two ends. His dark eyes are hidden under a constantly-furrowed brow with thick orange eyebrows. It makes it look like he's constantly glaring, but he isn't really. There are multiple scars on him from his decades spent in the legion, and he is also missing a pinkie finger on his right hand, lost in a fight one time.