Post by blackfox7 on Mar 14, 2008 22:14:42 GMT -5
Your character's full name: Tunndred Zwarg
Age: 45 years, 2 seasons
Species: Stoat
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good
Appearance:
Age: 45 years, 2 seasons
Species: Stoat
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good
Appearance:
Tunndred is simply immense: He is both tall and heavily muscled, but he is also a bit overweight as well. Maybe not just 'a bit'. More like A LOT. His fur makes him seem even bigger; it is a fawn brown color and very fluffly. His headfur is much coarser though, and reddish. Tunndred has thick eyebrows and a short beard of the same color, which frame a big-snouted, somewhat uncivilized-looking face. His eyes are usually half-lidded and are an amberish-orange color. He has a tatoo of a hammer with a fangy grin on it on his right shoulder.Belongings:
He wears a soot-smudged pair of grey pants always, but he may also wear a grey, sleeveless tunic if it is particularly cold or windy out. If it's REALLY cold he wears a colorful red, green, and beige scarf. It's not unusual to see him wearing a pair of tough leather gloves as well.
Tunndred is settled down in a small home/forge in Mossflower Woods, so he owns that and the land directly around it. Being a smith he has a wide variety of weapons and tools in his possesion at any given time, but his most prized weapons are a two-handed flamberge, a swordbreaker, and a zweihander with parrying hooks that is as tall as he is. He keeps a collection of forging tools too; most notably his huge forge hammer.Job or Position:
Expert Weapon and Toolsmith.Personality:
Tunndred is a creature no Abbeydweller or woodlander with a decent upbringing would want to associate with: He is grossly unmodest, wickedly sarcastic, gluttonous, and incredibly lazy. He's not at all stupid or uncivilized though; he just doesn't feel like practicing manners or etiquette. Nevertheless he can be a helpful beast when approached the right way, and really has a soft spot for little Dibbuns.History and Background Information:
Strangely enough he takes pride in what little work he does do, for it is some of the best in the whole region. When a dangerous situation looms he shapes up into an efficent and very protective leader-type. That doesn't always stop his witty comments or slightly disgusting mannerisms though...
It's unclear exactly where Tunndred came from originaly, but some older forest hermits will tell you that he arrived on a cold night in the middle of a winter storm. He was carrying only his forge hammer and the clothes on his back. Tunndred then quietly set up shop near the great path that runs north to south through Mossflower and sold many of his swords, polearms, tools and other metal objects to the neighboring woodlanders. To this day many woodlanders respect him for his great craftmanship, but also fear him because of his intimidating appearance. Now as old age approaches Tunndred has slowed down and has begun to wonder about what lies a bit down that path he lives next to...Any other details:
Tunn will eat anything and everything edible he finds if it tastes alright to him. Beware smaller birds, mice, moles, and other edible beasts!
