Ricros Sapphiredge

[Ricros Sapphiredge]

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GENERAL

Full Name: Ricros Sapphiredge.
Race: Dwarf
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Birthplace: Orzammar
Residence: Kirkwall
Affiliation: Loose ties with the Warrior Caste
Occupation: Caravan guard/mercenary
Religion: The Stone

COMBAT

Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
(You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)

Strength: 3
Dexterity:
Willpower: 2
Magic:
Cunning: 1

Spells:
N/A

Gear:

• An onyx mace named Veata, the dwarven word for "stop".
  
• A red steel shield with two spikes on the front to catch the enemy if they charge or try to land on top of Ricros
  
• A set of silverite armor
  
• A one-horned helmet in which one horn was broken off. The helmet is dented and worn beyond use but is more of a memento.
  

CHARACTERISTICS

Appearance: Hair as black as a moonless night falls to the shoulders of the dwarven warrior. His muscular build gives him a slightly intimidating appearance when he has his trusty mace and shield at the ready. Ricros's beard is in a single neat braid that stops just shy of his chest. His armor is kept in excellent condition, with the exception of the dents of battle that Ricros never had the time to bang out.

Blue eyes that burn with the fire of battle compliment the dwarf's otherwise calm face. Due to all of his fights, both in and out of the Proving matches when he was in Orzammar, a scar runs down the right side of his face. The scar begins from just above his eyebrow and stops just below the cheek bone. Thankfully, it had barely missed gouging his eye and rendering him blind.

Personality: Ricros is a brave and honorable fighter. He holds the truths of honor and equality above all else. Having grown up with the training of a dwarf of the Warrior Caste, he had learned that most problems needed a weapon as the solution. Of course, he had also learned to hold his tongue when one of his betters were speaking to him. Of course, timid was the last word one would use to describe the warrior.

Ricros always had a goal in mind and followed it through with the determination of a Mabari war hound chasing down a target. He would occasionally deviate from his original plan, but he would always complete it in the end. Like any dwarf, Ricros enjoys a good drink but never when he's on the job or when he's looking for work. The last thing he wants is to be mistaken for a useless, drunken dwarf.

HISTORY

Ricros was born the son of a Warrior Caste dwarf that fought for House Blackstone and a wench that worked at Tapster's Tavern. Luck had favored the family and they were given a boy that joined his father in the Warrior Caste. For the first ten years of his life, Ricros had learned how to handle maces, swords, and axes. As he got older, he was trusted with weapons that required both of his hands to wield.

On his 15 birthday, the young dwarf's father had gifted him a shield of the finest red steel. The design bore a black mace on the front with two spikes jutting out of the shield. His father explained to him that if anyone tried to charge the boy, all he had to do was hold up his shield and that would stop the person attacking him one way or another. The shield had given Ricros the confidence and edge he needed to prove himself the only way many dwarves did: a Proving match.

Many matches were won by the young warrior, and soon he developed a reputation of being one of the better fighters in the Proving. There were times when he would falter and almost end up losing, but the opponent always forgot about his shield or his mace.

At the age of 18, Ricros had decided to walk around the Commons and see if he could find anything that might interest him. Before he headed back to his home, the glint of metal caught his eye. There, on stall of a merchant selling weapons, sat an onyx mace. The design seemed unreal to Ricros and he knew that it was meant for him. Unfortunately, his father had taught him that he could only have what he could afford with his own money. The young warrior was only a few silver pieces short of possessing the mace that seemed to call out to him.

From what appeared to be nowhere, the remaining pieces of silver fell on the counter and the merchant gave Ricros the object that cost him all of the money he had brought with him. As it turned out, his father had given him the needed pieces of silver and knew that his son would put the mace to good use.

Eventually, Ricros had become proficient with the mace and shield. This made him more of a threat in the Proving. Veata, for that's what he had decided to name his mace, had proven to turn the tide of a fight more than once. When all hope seemed lost, a single smack to the opponent's head sent them reeling in pain. It gave the young warrior the opening he needed to charge in with his shield and end the fight.

When he became 20, Ricros had decided he had learned all he could about fighting from his people and that the surface would prove more useful to him. Of course, he had heard the stories of falling into the sky or the sun crashing to the earth. It wouldn't seem like it was worth it to any other dwarf, but Ricros was always looking for a challenge.

Trying to figure out which city would hold the greatest riches, Kirkwall had seemed like the best option since there was a place there for everyone, dwarf and human alike. The elves were still discriminated but Ricros always looked past appearances. Unless, of course, the appearance involved a weapon being shoved into his face. Then, it was time for him to use Veata.

It had taken months and most of his coin, but Ricros had finally arrived at the magnificent city. Of course, he could only afford a small house in Lowtown, but he knew that with time he could become a rich dwarf and even live in Hightown. Sometimes, he would send a little extra money back to his parents in Orzammar to show he still remembered where he came from and where he was going to be when his time to return to the Stone came.

BEHIND THE MASK

Player’s Pen Name: Jason
Contact: [e-mail] or just PM me

Roleplay Experience: About a year. I've done mostly medieval RPs.
Language(s): English
How did you find us?: Rising Tide, which I'm assuming is now forgotten
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:

Jason chuckled at Trapper and patted his head. It looked like the two had crossed paths for a reason. Walking to the exit, Jason thought through all the things he could do. The obvious option of completing the mission was clear in his mind. As obvious as it was, maybe it was better for Trapper to get a bit stronger in case getting the book was more of a challenge. Who knows what Pokemon this Oti had. For all Jason knew, it was a powerful Pokemon he had never seen before. It would take all of their strength to complete this mission.

"Time to do some training while we get that book," Jason said to his Pokemon partner.

The two were going to have to know each other and come up with a battling style that suited them. Trapper seemed to want to avoid trouble rather than dive head-first into it. In the back of his mind, Jason knew that he and Trapper were now partners and they had to be prepared for anything. Whether it was a casual battle or a mission that required some real training, Trapper and Jason had to work as one. Luckily, the two seemed to agree that it was always best to strike form the shadows rather than risk injury. The Gligar seemed to enjoy the company and was glad to no longer run the risk of being trampled on and abused.

Leading the way to the northern exit of town, Jason wondered what his life would be like if he hadn't run into the little Gligar. If anything, it would be a lot less eventful and not nearly as profitable. It felt good to finally have a purpose in the village that held a few opportunities for him. Thinking it would be better to have Trapper next to him, Jason patted his shoulder to show a resting place for his partner. It felt strange having someone who would always have his back. Jason knew that Trapper was relying on him as much as he was relying on his friend.

The little Gligar clambered up Jason's body and rested on his pack. Biting gently on his owner's head. Trapper smiled and watched for any signs of trouble. The little Gligar had much to learn about not always stealing, but the Order seemed to be a good home for him. Life wasn't always easy for Trapper. He had been abandoned and abused whenever he was in the city. Many people only saw him as a moving target and something to harass. This human was apparently different.

"It looks like we have each other, Trapper," Jason said as he chuckled.

The town was now full of opportunity, and Jason planned on using what he could to his advantage. With a partner, some armor, and a pack full of items, he was ready for the road ahead.

Password: Divine

[The Maker]

APPROVED!
This is well written and great! I love it! Welcome to Thedas, good to see another dwarf joins us.