Post by Stram Longbeard on Jan 11, 2007 0:45:27 GMT -5
Name: Stram
sex: Male
age: 333
Race: Dwarf
Affiliation: Dwarfs, now wanders the world.
Weapon: Large War-hammer.
Guild: Warriors guild.
personality: Strong mind and voice. He rather not take things too fast, he is willing to help at the most times. Can easily get annoyed and angry. He prefer to let his his hammer pound his foe into the ground and ask questions later.
history: Stram was named after his long beard, which was white as snow. He was a the leader of a small dwarf warrior guild. He command many stout dwarfs in his life time and commanded as if there were his own children. He has fought many battles and won as many as he has lost. Though many have challenge his power for his leadership. Although he was a great leader, many things in during his time as leader befell upon him. One of them was the killing of his so called trusty adviser. Who was found out to be a spy, he was executed but found later he had no dealing with the enemy. Many of the Dwarfs now view him differently then usually. The other was his son and heir to his position as leader of the guild was poisoned. The other leaders of his guild blamed Stram for his son's death. Even though he knew he would never kill his own son. Rumors passed around the guild and was voted by others for him to be banished from his guild and never to return. He was left only with his hammer, to help alone his path down toward his end.
He walks the lands to find the one who killed his only son. He made may friends in his lifetime and is welcomed almost anywhere. They call he Stram the Great. After traveling for such a longtime, he has become a well known dwarf. Many other dwarfs know him and as well know how his mind is. Stram mind is only bent on find the killer. He cares not for gold or jewels, but only in the one thing that drives him.
He was plan on killing himself until fortune happened. He learned that an outside source is responsible for his son's death. Now he seeks the lands finding clues to his son's death. Hoping to prove his innocence and bring revenge for his son's death.
picture or appearance:
RP Sample: Stram stood on a high ledge over looking the trees below. The sun was shining and the air was clean. He took a deep breath and let it out with a heavy sigh. The wind blew fresh hair into his face he let his beard hang loose. It swirled and danced with the wind. He stood there with his hammer slumped over his shoulder. His dark black eyes gleamed int he sun light as he stared ahead, looking for the right trail to take. His armor was shining as a new star light out of the night sky. He had been traveling for sometime now nearly twenty days. And had yet to see a single soul on his journey. With a hearty laugh he turned away from the sun and heading down the trail south from the woods. As he walked he began to sing in a dark voice.
"The road is steep and ground is tough. The water flows down the mountain with great speed. The wind blow over the grassy plains. The sky bright and sun faces beams upon the road. The night sky filled with lights that fill the night and turn it to day. The moon shines down upon the road in which I seek." he said singing to himself.
He stopped and slowed down a bit thinking to himself. He looked down and started to count his fingers, he was calculating how many days have passed since his exile from his guild.
"Hmmm. Twenty days have passed since my exile and still no sign of my son's murderer. Tis a sad week for me, and still not a slow to be seen. But no matter I am Stram Longbeard and I will not rest until I found my son's killer with this hammer I shall smash his skull as if it was soft as a cake" he said with a growl then laughed after hearing him saying crush his head like a a cake.
He went his way making sure not to lose track of where he was, he marched off toward to where every he was destined to go.
sex: Male
age: 333
Race: Dwarf
Affiliation: Dwarfs, now wanders the world.
Weapon: Large War-hammer.
Guild: Warriors guild.
personality: Strong mind and voice. He rather not take things too fast, he is willing to help at the most times. Can easily get annoyed and angry. He prefer to let his his hammer pound his foe into the ground and ask questions later.
history: Stram was named after his long beard, which was white as snow. He was a the leader of a small dwarf warrior guild. He command many stout dwarfs in his life time and commanded as if there were his own children. He has fought many battles and won as many as he has lost. Though many have challenge his power for his leadership. Although he was a great leader, many things in during his time as leader befell upon him. One of them was the killing of his so called trusty adviser. Who was found out to be a spy, he was executed but found later he had no dealing with the enemy. Many of the Dwarfs now view him differently then usually. The other was his son and heir to his position as leader of the guild was poisoned. The other leaders of his guild blamed Stram for his son's death. Even though he knew he would never kill his own son. Rumors passed around the guild and was voted by others for him to be banished from his guild and never to return. He was left only with his hammer, to help alone his path down toward his end.
He walks the lands to find the one who killed his only son. He made may friends in his lifetime and is welcomed almost anywhere. They call he Stram the Great. After traveling for such a longtime, he has become a well known dwarf. Many other dwarfs know him and as well know how his mind is. Stram mind is only bent on find the killer. He cares not for gold or jewels, but only in the one thing that drives him.
He was plan on killing himself until fortune happened. He learned that an outside source is responsible for his son's death. Now he seeks the lands finding clues to his son's death. Hoping to prove his innocence and bring revenge for his son's death.
picture or appearance:
RP Sample: Stram stood on a high ledge over looking the trees below. The sun was shining and the air was clean. He took a deep breath and let it out with a heavy sigh. The wind blew fresh hair into his face he let his beard hang loose. It swirled and danced with the wind. He stood there with his hammer slumped over his shoulder. His dark black eyes gleamed int he sun light as he stared ahead, looking for the right trail to take. His armor was shining as a new star light out of the night sky. He had been traveling for sometime now nearly twenty days. And had yet to see a single soul on his journey. With a hearty laugh he turned away from the sun and heading down the trail south from the woods. As he walked he began to sing in a dark voice.
"The road is steep and ground is tough. The water flows down the mountain with great speed. The wind blow over the grassy plains. The sky bright and sun faces beams upon the road. The night sky filled with lights that fill the night and turn it to day. The moon shines down upon the road in which I seek." he said singing to himself.
He stopped and slowed down a bit thinking to himself. He looked down and started to count his fingers, he was calculating how many days have passed since his exile from his guild.
"Hmmm. Twenty days have passed since my exile and still no sign of my son's murderer. Tis a sad week for me, and still not a slow to be seen. But no matter I am Stram Longbeard and I will not rest until I found my son's killer with this hammer I shall smash his skull as if it was soft as a cake" he said with a growl then laughed after hearing him saying crush his head like a a cake.
He went his way making sure not to lose track of where he was, he marched off toward to where every he was destined to go.
