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Slot taking - Male Slot 3
Name - Thrask
Race - Dwarf
Age - 189
Gender - Male
Height/Weight - 4'0 Feet, 178 Pounds
Place of residence - Mount Gundabad
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Appearance
Thrask is a very dwarf-like dwarf when it comes to physique. His whole body is thick, broad and tough with wide shoulders and a heavily muscled frame. As is the want of dwarfs, his limbs and body is short and stocky while his skin is rough and leathery with a slightly dark pigment to it. Surprisingly his beard is rather short even though it is obvious he is no youngling dwarf. In fact, from the grey in his mane and the lines on his dramatically featured face, one would accurately assume he was a dwarf passing his prime, though indeed he seems no less healthy for the aging. His body is also covered in scars and tattoos, dwarvish lettering peppering his chest and arms in clearly defined horizontal and vertical lines that are marred in some places by huge gashes from wounds long gone.
Weapons
One-Handed Dwarven Battleaxe
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Dwarven Dagger
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Dwarven Shield
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Other supplies
200 gold pieces
Bedroll and Blankets
Cast Iron Pot
Clotting and Disinfectant salves
Skinning Knife
Water Skin
Greatest Strength - Endurance
Greatest Weakness - Diplomacy
Personality
Loyal//Determined//Trustworthy
If Thrask gives you his trust and friendship then you can expect him to deliver. The problem is knowing when he has because its often hard to tell with him. He seems to have an almost constant scowl on his face and its rare for him to relax around individuals other than his family or close friends. The best way to know he's got your back is if you have his (and you arent involved in anything particularly illegal or mean). Still, even like this, it doesnt mean he'll treat you tenderly or gently. Say someone had you at knifepoint and was screaming something about slitting your throat if he doesnt put his axe down. He'd most likely throw a throwing knife at you himself, somewhere mildly non-lethal, use the surprise factor to decapitate your captor and then slap on some medical salves and drag you back to base. To be honest it takes alot to be Thrask's friend, but at least you know you wont die.
Hard//Tough//Stalwart
Thrask doesnt do backing down or giving up. He deals with the problem at hand and, while he may grumble and mutter about the situation, he'll do it while taking out the problem with a heavy Battleaxe to its face or one precise dagger to its nether regions. He'll endure anything you can think of and more. Beat him, shoot him, throw him off a cliff, but you'll never break him. He has held the record for longest resistance against torture without dying or giving up the intel for five years running amongst his Dwarvish regiment, and he plans to beat it if he's ever stupid enough to get captured a second time.
Fatherly//Caring//Protective
Contrary to the above personality traits, Thrask is in fact a very affectionate and loving individual with much to give in terms of compassion and feeling. He is extremely protective of those he holds dear and will fight you on the street at even the slightest mention of an insult directed at a friend or his Wife. As a Father and Husband, he can be soft-spoken, gentle, affectionate and tactile, a total contradiction to his normal attitude. His smile is warm and so are his hugs and, though a gruff person, he also has some capacity for humour and intelligent conversation. Of course these characteristics are known by very few but his wife and family and his comrades. He has a particular soft spot for children and when encountering a child, no matter the race, he can turn from bloodthirsty warrior to loving father in a matter of seconds.
Chivalrous//Protective//Masculine
Thrask is very easily the picture of knightly chivalry and conduct. His opinions tend towards protection and nurturing, defending those weaker than yourself and upholding the stability and security of the law. This does mean he is generally unconsciously sexist, considering it his duty to defend and protect women over men and treating them, not necessarily as weaker, but perhaps frailer and more precious. His view is that although women might be capable of fighting, it is the duty of men to ensure they do not have to, this is a view most Dwarves seem to share considering the scarcity of females in their race. He has quite stereotypically masculine qualities such as dominance and confidence and a quick and aggressive temper, however he is comfortable in himself and doesn't have quite the need to prove himself as other men seem to possess. He is quite content to appear weak or back down from a fight if the situation calls for it, it does not damage his opinion of himself, although he will fight for his honour and the honour of his friends at a moments notice.
Backstory
Born 2977 in Erebor, son of a father loosely related to Nain III and so to his son, Dain Ironfoot, Thrask was always a rambunctious child with a stoic attitude. He was raised in a very traditional and strict Dwarvish family but he never lacked for love in his youth, both his parents adoring him and his two brothers equally and guiding them well on their paths of life. Thrask's father, Throrn, was a well known and well trusted warrior for his King and he was High in the chain of command, trusted by the King himself and part of the contingent of warriors whom had journeyed back to the Lonely Mountain in answer to Thorin's plea. As a result, Thrask always had a lot to live up to as his father's son, his elder brother Thrank also becoming well accomplished at a young age although he was a full thirty years Thrask's elder. This drove Thrask into a somewhat reckless attitude as a youngster and he cause his mother much worry and concern by hurrying off with scouting parties at only the age of twenty five.
He had a whole seventeen years experience of skirmish-like battles and minor sieges before eventually Erebor itself was attacked with such a force that most thought they would be overwhelmed at the first. The news of the outlying Dwarvish kingdoms being attacked had reached Erebor. However the Easterlings came upon them like a plague of locusts and Dale would have been taken completely unawares if Thrask and a small Dwarvish Scouting party had not spied their advance. As it was, Thrask managed to hurry down to the Town and warn its people, allowing them to prepare but a little in defence. But in the end that only helped to give them a little more time for their retreat, as the enormous numbers of the Easterling ranks obliterated any attempt at repulsion from the first. Thrask found himself retreating alongside Brand and his people, hurrying them up the steps of the mountain to Erebor's door with enemies at their heels all the way. Those that made it into the mountain were safe for now but all knew it would not be for long.
To the consternation of his Mother, even as he returned to her unharmed, he made ready to strike out once more and fight alongside his Father and Brother. Dain and Brand rallied their combined forces quickly and immediately struck out once again to meet the raging tide of battle, endeavouring to push the Easterlings back and let the Dwarves strengthen the doors against breach. The wailing of mothers and children that day would not leave Thrask's thoughts for many years after that. At the time, he was terrified, waiting for the doors to open as he stood in rank and looked to his King for guidance, his hand shook on his Axe and his breath came quickly and fitfully. His brother and father showed no such signs of distress. Dain and Brand seemed to have a cold sense of determination about them, both now battle-hardened old men, their faces held strange expressions. Thrask would later come to recognise this look as one of men ready and eager to face their deaths together.
However, once out beyond the gate, Thrask had no time to feel fear. He hewed his way through countless ranks of men and battled so fiercely that he eventually found himself in the Vanguard. Thorin Stonehelm stood to his left, Dain and Brand to his right and his father and brother somewhere in the melee between. They all fought valiantly and every dwarf warrior that fell seemed to take a hundred enemy soldiers with him. And yet it was not enough. Thrask and the rest saw their slow defeat, watched as their line was pushed steadily back. Turning, Thrask could see the preparations nearly completed, but his hope at them holding the line long enough began to dwindle. It seemed that Brand had noticed as well for with a hearkening battle cry, he rallied what little of his men still stood and drew back briefly before charging into the fray, Dain at his side. Such a terrifying visage was he that the front line of the enemy faultered and he broke through, doing great damage to them and effectively pushing them back a moment long enough for the defences to be complete. A retreat was sounded some way behind but most knew they would not make it back to the gates. Thrask found himself
Fought at only the age of 42 in the battles upon the slopes of Dale. Found himself fighting with Dain and Brand, watched the two great men perish.
Later on laid siege to Gundabad and after a long and protracted war, routed the orcs from that land. Also part of the war for Moria's halls.
Spent most of his Youth taking back the great houses of the Dwarves of old alongside Elder Dwarves whom he owed great alliegance too.
Eventually married well and stopped crusading, returned to Gundabad to raise his family.
Writing sample
[spoili]Thrask awoke that morning with a gentle smile on his face. Honestly he had been waking up smiling for probably the better part of a hundred years by now, though to hear it would shock most. In fact the idea of Thrask smiling in any situation would be shocking to most. [/spoili]
Dialogue color
Mountainous Grey
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Rule Proof
Slot taking - Male Slot 3
Name - Thrask
Race - Dwarf
Age - 189
Gender - Male
Height/Weight - 4'0 Feet, 178 Pounds
Place of residence - Mount Gundabad
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Appearance
Thrask is a very dwarf-like dwarf when it comes to physique. His whole body is thick, broad and tough with wide shoulders and a heavily muscled frame. As is the want of dwarfs, his limbs and body is short and stocky while his skin is rough and leathery with a slightly dark pigment to it. Surprisingly his beard is rather short even though it is obvious he is no youngling dwarf. In fact, from the grey in his mane and the lines on his dramatically featured face, one would accurately assume he was a dwarf passing his prime, though indeed he seems no less healthy for the aging. His body is also covered in scars and tattoos, dwarvish lettering peppering his chest and arms in clearly defined horizontal and vertical lines that are marred in some places by huge gashes from wounds long gone.
Weapons
One-Handed Dwarven Battleaxe
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Dwarven Dagger
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Dwarven Shield
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Other supplies
200 gold pieces
Bedroll and Blankets
Cast Iron Pot
Clotting and Disinfectant salves
Skinning Knife
Water Skin
Greatest Strength - Endurance
Greatest Weakness - Diplomacy
Personality
Loyal//Determined//Trustworthy
If Thrask gives you his trust and friendship then you can expect him to deliver. The problem is knowing when he has because its often hard to tell with him. He seems to have an almost constant scowl on his face and its rare for him to relax around individuals other than his family or close friends. The best way to know he's got your back is if you have his (and you arent involved in anything particularly illegal or mean). Still, even like this, it doesnt mean he'll treat you tenderly or gently. Say someone had you at knifepoint and was screaming something about slitting your throat if he doesnt put his axe down. He'd most likely throw a throwing knife at you himself, somewhere mildly non-lethal, use the surprise factor to decapitate your captor and then slap on some medical salves and drag you back to base. To be honest it takes alot to be Thrask's friend, but at least you know you wont die.
Hard//Tough//Stalwart
Thrask doesnt do backing down or giving up. He deals with the problem at hand and, while he may grumble and mutter about the situation, he'll do it while taking out the problem with a heavy Battleaxe to its face or one precise dagger to its nether regions. He'll endure anything you can think of and more. Beat him, shoot him, throw him off a cliff, but you'll never break him. He has held the record for longest resistance against torture without dying or giving up the intel for five years running amongst his Dwarvish regiment, and he plans to beat it if he's ever stupid enough to get captured a second time.
Fatherly//Caring//Protective
Contrary to the above personality traits, Thrask is in fact a very affectionate and loving individual with much to give in terms of compassion and feeling. He is extremely protective of those he holds dear and will fight you on the street at even the slightest mention of an insult directed at a friend or his Wife. As a Father and Husband, he can be soft-spoken, gentle, affectionate and tactile, a total contradiction to his normal attitude. His smile is warm and so are his hugs and, though a gruff person, he also has some capacity for humour and intelligent conversation. Of course these characteristics are known by very few but his wife and family and his comrades. He has a particular soft spot for children and when encountering a child, no matter the race, he can turn from bloodthirsty warrior to loving father in a matter of seconds.
Chivalrous//Protective//Masculine
Thrask is very easily the picture of knightly chivalry and conduct. His opinions tend towards protection and nurturing, defending those weaker than yourself and upholding the stability and security of the law. This does mean he is generally unconsciously sexist, considering it his duty to defend and protect women over men and treating them, not necessarily as weaker, but perhaps frailer and more precious. His view is that although women might be capable of fighting, it is the duty of men to ensure they do not have to, this is a view most Dwarves seem to share considering the scarcity of females in their race. He has quite stereotypically masculine qualities such as dominance and confidence and a quick and aggressive temper, however he is comfortable in himself and doesn't have quite the need to prove himself as other men seem to possess. He is quite content to appear weak or back down from a fight if the situation calls for it, it does not damage his opinion of himself, although he will fight for his honour and the honour of his friends at a moments notice.
Backstory
Born 2977 in Erebor, son of a father loosely related to Nain III and so to his son, Dain Ironfoot, Thrask was always a rambunctious child with a stoic attitude. He was raised in a very traditional and strict Dwarvish family but he never lacked for love in his youth, both his parents adoring him and his two brothers equally and guiding them well on their paths of life. Thrask's father, Throrn, was a well known and well trusted warrior for his King and he was High in the chain of command, trusted by the King himself and part of the contingent of warriors whom had journeyed back to the Lonely Mountain in answer to Thorin's plea. As a result, Thrask always had a lot to live up to as his father's son, his elder brother Thrank also becoming well accomplished at a young age although he was a full thirty years Thrask's elder. This drove Thrask into a somewhat reckless attitude as a youngster and he cause his mother much worry and concern by hurrying off with scouting parties at only the age of twenty five.
He had a whole seventeen years experience of skirmish-like battles and minor sieges before eventually Erebor itself was attacked with such a force that most thought they would be overwhelmed at the first. The news of the outlying Dwarvish kingdoms being attacked had reached Erebor. However the Easterlings came upon them like a plague of locusts and Dale would have been taken completely unawares if Thrask and a small Dwarvish Scouting party had not spied their advance. As it was, Thrask managed to hurry down to the Town and warn its people, allowing them to prepare but a little in defence. But in the end that only helped to give them a little more time for their retreat, as the enormous numbers of the Easterling ranks obliterated any attempt at repulsion from the first. Thrask found himself retreating alongside Brand and his people, hurrying them up the steps of the mountain to Erebor's door with enemies at their heels all the way. Those that made it into the mountain were safe for now but all knew it would not be for long.
To the consternation of his Mother, even as he returned to her unharmed, he made ready to strike out once more and fight alongside his Father and Brother. Dain and Brand rallied their combined forces quickly and immediately struck out once again to meet the raging tide of battle, endeavouring to push the Easterlings back and let the Dwarves strengthen the doors against breach. The wailing of mothers and children that day would not leave Thrask's thoughts for many years after that. At the time, he was terrified, waiting for the doors to open as he stood in rank and looked to his King for guidance, his hand shook on his Axe and his breath came quickly and fitfully. His brother and father showed no such signs of distress. Dain and Brand seemed to have a cold sense of determination about them, both now battle-hardened old men, their faces held strange expressions. Thrask would later come to recognise this look as one of men ready and eager to face their deaths together.
However, once out beyond the gate, Thrask had no time to feel fear. He hewed his way through countless ranks of men and battled so fiercely that he eventually found himself in the Vanguard. Thorin Stonehelm stood to his left, Dain and Brand to his right and his father and brother somewhere in the melee between. They all fought valiantly and every dwarf warrior that fell seemed to take a hundred enemy soldiers with him. And yet it was not enough. Thrask and the rest saw their slow defeat, watched as their line was pushed steadily back. Turning, Thrask could see the preparations nearly completed, but his hope at them holding the line long enough began to dwindle. It seemed that Brand had noticed as well for with a hearkening battle cry, he rallied what little of his men still stood and drew back briefly before charging into the fray, Dain at his side. Such a terrifying visage was he that the front line of the enemy faultered and he broke through, doing great damage to them and effectively pushing them back a moment long enough for the defences to be complete. A retreat was sounded some way behind but most knew they would not make it back to the gates. Thrask found himself
Fought at only the age of 42 in the battles upon the slopes of Dale. Found himself fighting with Dain and Brand, watched the two great men perish.
Later on laid siege to Gundabad and after a long and protracted war, routed the orcs from that land. Also part of the war for Moria's halls.
Spent most of his Youth taking back the great houses of the Dwarves of old alongside Elder Dwarves whom he owed great alliegance too.
Eventually married well and stopped crusading, returned to Gundabad to raise his family.
Writing sample
[spoili]Thrask awoke that morning with a gentle smile on his face. Honestly he had been waking up smiling for probably the better part of a hundred years by now, though to hear it would shock most. In fact the idea of Thrask smiling in any situation would be shocking to most. [/spoili]
Dialogue color
Mountainous Grey
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