Post by scatmanscott on Jun 7, 2016 4:22:38 GMT -7
Character Name: Fienan Gawihl
Character & Description:
Fienan is a real giant of a man, what with standing at an impressive 6 foot 9 inches and having been a blacksmith for most of his life. While his hair has started to bald on top a fierce black beard still claims his facial features, including his thoughtful green eyes. Deeply tanned and never seen without his leather apron or his tools, Fienan is a man of principle and thought, protecting those dear to him and letting life pass as it may. His outlook on life has soured a bit lately, due to his unfortunate background. Wielding his personally forged warhammer, his massive tower shield(which is actually his old front door) and carrying a few hidden weapons just in case, this old bear is one people do best not to get in the way of.
Background Information:
Born in a small village slightly north of the great city of Lin'Rah, Fienan's life flowed as one would expect for a massive blacksmith in a rural village: waking up in the morning, doing repairs and some general smithing until lunch, and then continuing until supper. Like his father before him, Fienan had always loved the way of smithing, seeing fantastical patterns as the sparks flew while he made something of his own. All of this changed, however, as the realms relationship with the neighbouring nation of Tog Nar began to escalate. In the midst of winter, Fienan's hometown was hit by an orc raiding party. Knowing that the town was no match for the foreign force, Fienan attempted to evacuate as many of the towns inhabitants as he possibly could. Picking up his warhammer and wrenching his own front door of its hinges to use as cover, he escorted men, women and children out of the village. Little did he know that the raiding party had taken the long way around, which led to the villagers running straight to them. Running to their aid, Fienan was swiftly struck down, the orcs leaving him for dead. Waking up hours later surrounded by the bodies of the few people he had called friends, he swore vengeance. Picking up his tools, weapons and the now slightly smaller door, Fienan started toward the one place he knew was safe from the orcs, a place where he could find work and hone his skills as a fighter for the coming war, a location which was only an echo in his mind: Rook.
Character & Description:
Fienan is a real giant of a man, what with standing at an impressive 6 foot 9 inches and having been a blacksmith for most of his life. While his hair has started to bald on top a fierce black beard still claims his facial features, including his thoughtful green eyes. Deeply tanned and never seen without his leather apron or his tools, Fienan is a man of principle and thought, protecting those dear to him and letting life pass as it may. His outlook on life has soured a bit lately, due to his unfortunate background. Wielding his personally forged warhammer, his massive tower shield(which is actually his old front door) and carrying a few hidden weapons just in case, this old bear is one people do best not to get in the way of.
Background Information:
Born in a small village slightly north of the great city of Lin'Rah, Fienan's life flowed as one would expect for a massive blacksmith in a rural village: waking up in the morning, doing repairs and some general smithing until lunch, and then continuing until supper. Like his father before him, Fienan had always loved the way of smithing, seeing fantastical patterns as the sparks flew while he made something of his own. All of this changed, however, as the realms relationship with the neighbouring nation of Tog Nar began to escalate. In the midst of winter, Fienan's hometown was hit by an orc raiding party. Knowing that the town was no match for the foreign force, Fienan attempted to evacuate as many of the towns inhabitants as he possibly could. Picking up his warhammer and wrenching his own front door of its hinges to use as cover, he escorted men, women and children out of the village. Little did he know that the raiding party had taken the long way around, which led to the villagers running straight to them. Running to their aid, Fienan was swiftly struck down, the orcs leaving him for dead. Waking up hours later surrounded by the bodies of the few people he had called friends, he swore vengeance. Picking up his tools, weapons and the now slightly smaller door, Fienan started toward the one place he knew was safe from the orcs, a place where he could find work and hone his skills as a fighter for the coming war, a location which was only an echo in his mind: Rook.
