Post by brohal on Jan 15, 2009 13:19:25 GMT -8
Name: Brohal
nickname: Overlord
age: Unknown
power(3 max):
- Axe Specialization
- Attunement to Strands of Time
- Affinity to Dragons
history/family:
Brohal died long ago but was ressurected by the Scaleheart, a faction of dragon lords who make it thier perogative to influence the world to thier ends without being seen. It is not known why, but they decided on Brohal to be thier mortal champion. His family is long forgotten to history, and his closest friend is now Zindori, a dragon of the Scaleheart who takes the form of a human woman.
appearance:
Overlord Brohal is a verry haggard man, covered in scars, and generally rather menacing looking. He keeps a beard of medium proportions which Zindori likes to braid and style differently every once in a while. Although its speculated he is several centuries old, the magic of the Scaleheart keeps him looking about 30 years old, although very worn.
personality: Brohal likes beer, women, and fighting. He would rather solve a problem by cutting its head off than by trying to understand it. Zindori does his thinking for him as hes not fond of the act in general.
in character sample:
Brohal roared ferociously and raised the axe in his right hand, lowering the left one around his back. He fixated his gaze upon the battlefield. His opened wounds bled profusely, and the pain fed his rage. *THWIP* An arrow sank deep into his thigh. *THWIP THWIP* Two more buried themselves in his flesh.
It can't end like this...I wont LET it end like this!
Brohal charged the regiment of bowmen, arrows whizzing past his face. Some arrows hit thier mark, but the raging man refused to slow down. With a final roar, he jumped the bowmen's barricade and swift steel met soft flesh. In a flurry of metal and blood, Brohal stood panting in a pile of chopped up corpses. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, followed by wieght and pressure. He dropped to his knees slowly, and felt the arrow shaft protruding. He fell down in a puddle of blood, gasping, holding on to his last strand of life. The battlefield stood still and silent as he blurredly saw a dragon descend from the sky.
<Today is not your day Brohal...>
As Brohal lost control of his body, he rose from his knees and felt the arrow leave the back of his head. His axes seemingly patched up the frightened bowmen and he leaped backwards over the barricade. As he got further and further away from the bowmen, he could feel the arrows leaving his body and returning to their quivers.
Zindori walked over to Brohal, assuming her human form.
<Do try to be careful dear, you know how i worry.>
"HEY! I don't tell you how to be a time dragon do i? Then don't tell me how to be a warrior, woman!"
Zindori sighed and placed her face in her palm, then suddenly vanished. An arrow once again flew past Brohal's face. He smirked.
"Time to kick some ass."
code words: do you know the muffin man
nickname: Overlord
age: Unknown
power(3 max):
- Axe Specialization
- Attunement to Strands of Time
- Affinity to Dragons
history/family:
Brohal died long ago but was ressurected by the Scaleheart, a faction of dragon lords who make it thier perogative to influence the world to thier ends without being seen. It is not known why, but they decided on Brohal to be thier mortal champion. His family is long forgotten to history, and his closest friend is now Zindori, a dragon of the Scaleheart who takes the form of a human woman.
appearance:
Overlord Brohal is a verry haggard man, covered in scars, and generally rather menacing looking. He keeps a beard of medium proportions which Zindori likes to braid and style differently every once in a while. Although its speculated he is several centuries old, the magic of the Scaleheart keeps him looking about 30 years old, although very worn.
personality: Brohal likes beer, women, and fighting. He would rather solve a problem by cutting its head off than by trying to understand it. Zindori does his thinking for him as hes not fond of the act in general.
in character sample:
Brohal roared ferociously and raised the axe in his right hand, lowering the left one around his back. He fixated his gaze upon the battlefield. His opened wounds bled profusely, and the pain fed his rage. *THWIP* An arrow sank deep into his thigh. *THWIP THWIP* Two more buried themselves in his flesh.
It can't end like this...I wont LET it end like this!
Brohal charged the regiment of bowmen, arrows whizzing past his face. Some arrows hit thier mark, but the raging man refused to slow down. With a final roar, he jumped the bowmen's barricade and swift steel met soft flesh. In a flurry of metal and blood, Brohal stood panting in a pile of chopped up corpses. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, followed by wieght and pressure. He dropped to his knees slowly, and felt the arrow shaft protruding. He fell down in a puddle of blood, gasping, holding on to his last strand of life. The battlefield stood still and silent as he blurredly saw a dragon descend from the sky.
<Today is not your day Brohal...>
As Brohal lost control of his body, he rose from his knees and felt the arrow leave the back of his head. His axes seemingly patched up the frightened bowmen and he leaped backwards over the barricade. As he got further and further away from the bowmen, he could feel the arrows leaving his body and returning to their quivers.
Zindori walked over to Brohal, assuming her human form.
<Do try to be careful dear, you know how i worry.>
"HEY! I don't tell you how to be a time dragon do i? Then don't tell me how to be a warrior, woman!"
Zindori sighed and placed her face in her palm, then suddenly vanished. An arrow once again flew past Brohal's face. He smirked.
"Time to kick some ass."
code words: do you know the muffin man