Name(first and last): Dargen son of Durag
Gender(male or female):Male
Alignment:Good
Race/Species:Dwarf
Age:105
Height:4'0
Weight:210lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Physical description:Dargen is a dwarf. His long brown hair is ususally tied back in a pony tail that hangs town almost to the small of his back. His face is covered in a thick brown beard, that like his hair, is tied to where it hangs to the bottom of his chest. He is squat and muscular. A stump if you will. And compared to what most humans consider handsome, he is a far cry from it. His face, while not to terribly Hideous has one scar that goes from his left temple to the beginning of his chin.
Clothing: He wears just regular cloth clothes. Nothing to heavy or restriction. Perhaps a green colored cloth shirt, brown cloth pants, leather boots, and a long dark brown cloak that has a hood. It is long for dwarven standards, but extremly short by human.
Armor: No armor, he feels that it is against a true warrior code.
Weapon: A large battle hammer nearly the size of him. The hammer it self is much like any war hammer. The top having one side a large blunt hammer, and the other side ending in a large sharp spike. The shaft is thick and designed with intricate dwarven runes.
Fighting style: Dargen is powerfull. Years in the mountains have toughened him up. When he attacks, he attacks with all his might. He is quick over short distances as well, closing the gap between enemies quickly considering his size. And due to the dwarven life style, his stamina is incredible allowing him to not fatigue as fast as your normal human.
Abilities:Due to his life style he can see in the dark extremly well, and can heal minor wounds with realitive ease.
Weaknesses:He can not swim..not at all, hates water, boats and anything to do with them. He also doesn't usually thing battles or situations through, usually just charging in head first hoping to use his strength to overwelm. He also couldn't use a bow if you spent 10 years showing him how.
History:Dargen was a simple mountain dwarf. He spent the first seventy years of his life mining precious minerals from his mountain home. Everything was good. He had a wife, quite beautiful as well, had a beard longer than most men, 3 children and a lot of money. But all good things come to and end. It was nearing Dargens next birthday, of the seventy he had already had, when the dark elves came. They came through the mountains like a tornado of death and hate. The dwarves took up arms of course cursing every step of the way. The battle lasted for 2 years. The dwarves never gave up hope though and finally the dark elves were destroyed at the hands of the dwarves. But during the final battle some of the dark elves had broken through one of the strong points and ransacked a few of the dwarven homes. Dargen's was one of these. His family had been butchered by a band of six dark elves. Four of which were dead, and the other two about to die. His family had fended the bastards off, but they had died in the process. He smashed the two survivors faces in with his hammer then silently walked from his home. He had dishonered his family and his clan for letting the dark elves destroy his home. So he left with nothing but his hammer and the clothes on his back to go out of the mountain, swearing to honer the lives of his family, by destroying all oppents in his way, and seeking out a mighty death in battle.
Personality: Dargen is a good dwarf for the most part, but extremly angry and quick to offend. As long as you don't say anything insulting about him or his fellow dwarves you should be fine. Oh and he likes to drink..and when he drinks he is e ven quicker to anger...or fight.
He had seen the bastard dark elves break the lines. He ran as fast as he could to stop them. How many had they slaughtered? When would this end? Two years the battles had raged and finally the numbers of the elves were dwindling but at what cost? Dargen rushed towards the dark elves that had broken the lines but they were so fast and already had a large lead on him. They rounded a corner, and by the time he got there he only caught a little glimps of one entering a house...his house!. He ran with all his might, he heard the sounds of battle, heard it all. As he entered the room he found his 3 sons barly moving, all surronding their mother, he was also barly moving. 2 of the dark elves were still breathing, but they were injured. He turned to them. The fires of hell in his eyes.
"By the gods up above you will suffer in hell for this." He lashed out with his hammer smashing one of the elves skuls in to nothing but pulp. The fragments of brain and blood splattered onto the wall and into his beard.
The other laughed even as his death was coming."You wife screamed like a goblin as I gutted her."
Dargen picked the elf up by the neck and slamed it against the wall. "You dark skinned bastards, you will have the pleasure of a slow death." With that the dwarf through the elf down and placed his foot on his chest. Grabbing one of the elfs arms he started to pull. Tendons and ligaments tore as the arm finally came loose in a splash of blood. The dark elf cried out in pain, but it was to late. Dargen had already started on the other arm, and soon the legs.
After mutilating the dark elf Dargen walked towards the entrance of the mountain, going through the door that you would only seen if you were told about it. He crossed the threshold out in to the sun and the open filed in front of him. He followed one of the mountain rivers towards a small town, only after washing his beard of the dark elf blood and brain. He would honer his family, that he would.
Edited by: DustFortner at: 2/24/04 5:30 pm
Sorry about not getting to this sooner, I meant to do so by thursday but I got caught up in other events.
not a bad profile overall. Just a few things I'd like you expand upon.
under abilities you say he can heal minor wounds with ease. Do you mean he can mend small wounds, as in treat them/care for them? or do you mean heal them over in a magical sense?
Your history is a bit brief. If you could expand upon it, that would be great and much appreciated.
You seem to have misplaced the header for the Writing Sample field. if you would be so kind, please replace it. it makes reading your profile much easier when all the field headers are there.
I doubt with Dargen's stature he could lift an elf off his feet by it's neck, but I guess that depends on the size of the elf.
Despite the infamy of dwarven strength, I don't think I can allow Dargen the strength to tear an arm off without the aid of a blade.
Make these modifications and we'll see what we've got. With any luck you'll be ready to go to the RPG.
Now maybe someday, The suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom, And all will be fine
But nothing will grow, On this burnt cursed ground
Cuz the breath of the death, Is the only sound
-Alice Cooper: Pick up the Bones
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