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| Xorn; Seeker of Destructive Peace | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 30 2009, 11:15 PM (197 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 30 2009, 11:15 PM Post #1 |
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Name – Xorn Age – 28 Gender – Male Alignment – Neutral Evil Social Class – Dwarven Outcast Occupation – Blacksmith\Siege Crafter Race – Hell's Dwarf Weapons – Emerson, mithril maul from Dwarven Legend. A iron hatchet, mainly used for wood disposal. Physical Appearance – A stout Dwarf with a ash cover and soot smeared beard, he stands mighty at a four-feet, eight-inches. Besides being at such a stature for a full-grown Dwarf, Xorn's skin is a fiery red, the source is yet to be fully explained. As for his messy beard, it's not much of beard to Dwarven standards, burnt and singed from working in the bowels of a forge deprives it from such growth. His arms are like those of tree trunks in comparison to a proportionate humanoid, it's obvious he knows how to throw a maul or hammer around. His chest matched his arms while his legs were stumpy and bulgy. His clothing is normally quite grimy and chalked on with black soot. A large apron made from unidentifiable fabric, but probably was normal leather weaved together with smelted ores to repel a flame's harmful lick. Endlessly black lens inside a pair of goggles, possibly made from the same material as the apron, where fixed around his scalp. The goggles seemed to have never left his neck as whatever scraggly and matted hair overgrew over and in between the leather bindings. Though, when he did peel back those eye-protectors of his, you could possibly see his original skin tone, a vibrant and irritated crimson, that was the hotly color of blood. Around his waste was a tool belt, probably custom for his tools that he never left without, two leather bindings with ruby studs kept grip of a worn, single handled maul that was once gleaming, encrusted and cherished, now in the hands of this dwarf who makes sure it's used as intended. The second studded strap held securely onto a hatchet axe, generic in brand and quality with a simple leather bound handle. His feet were concealed with leather, the tips made from polished diamond that is now chipped and scratched but very much so intact. Personality – Xorn has become quite accustomed to a life of exile, he is like many other Dwarfs, bitter and greedy. Being bitter hasn't granted many friends or long time allies, nor that of any sworn enemies. Doing a nice gesture towards Xorn would simply go without thanks and told that it must of just been fate for it happen, then Xorn would be on his way. If chance brings something beneficiary, he will leap, normally without looking, making him gullible to somethings. His main ambition now is craft the world's best weapon. Best, in his mind, being something that could wipe out an entire city in the blink of an eye. Would he wield it? Of course not, but the highest bidder would. Xorn has come to a simple realization that money and power makes the world go 'round. Weapons and brute force to him are the most simplistic methods for world domination and to possibly grant him his wish of the world's ultimate weapon. History – Xorn was born from the descendant of Dwarfs that once consorted with demons, giving reason to Xorn's cherry red skin and unnatural arm strength. Sometime after his birth, Xorn was abandoned by his mother, on purpose or not is uncertain. The cries of the Dwarf babe was found on the door-steps of a Dwarven Weapon smith, who took in the child, raising him to take on the art of smithing, since this Weapon smith had no wife or off-spring of his own to teach the skill. The Weapon smith knew that Xorn was something unusual and was kept out from public eyes, thinking that he would be deemed a bad omen or some other fabled ghost tale. Xorn soon grew restless of the small quarters of the Weapon smith's and soon wanted to bid him farewell. The Weapon smith thanked his son for the time they shared and presented him with a mithril maul, encrusted upon the head with emeralds and rubies. "We call it, Emerson." the weathered Crafts Dwarf said with a knot in his throat, "Now go and bring peace to the world." Xorn had nodded and proceeded on his journey. Xorn knew nothing of the world but weapons and armor, knowing that the biggest side with the most toys would win, and peace would reign for one side at least, he intended to be on that side. He currently takes roost in one of the few underground prisons in Ashoka, making use of it's abandoned anvils. Daily he peeks his head from his newly claimed fortress in search of battle lost weapons and armor, gathering whatever supplies he could find and returning into the depths where he continued his art. He continues to smelt and redesign weapons, hoping one day to bring hulking war-machines to life. First Five Abilities
This profile has been approved by Teh Woffle! Edited by Andromalius, Dec 30 2009, 11:24 PM.
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