Post by wulfric on Mar 1, 2012 13:34:11 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Wulfric Gurthang
Race: Human
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Weisshaupt Fortress, Anderfells.
Residence: Weisshaupt Fortress, Anderfells
Affiliation: Former soldier in the King's Army.
Occupation: Brute
Religion: "Boring. No heads to smash."
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 0
Magic: 0
Cunning: 1
Gear:
A fine greatsword + a morningstar he received in the army, plate armour.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance:
Wulfric is one of those "iron-men" - his massive muscles make him a feared opponent in all situations(ever drinking games). He is extremely strong and endurant, relying rather in brute strength than cunning or planning. Wulfric has a large, black beard and short hair, indicating his time spent in the army. You can usually recognize him from his size and his shiny plate armour, but sometimes you may need to take a second look. His face is just as massive as his muscles, and he has two small eyes deep in his head. Most of the times he squints them angrily - a sign to run away.
Personality:
Wulfric's personality is still a giant mystery, except to the man himself. His usual behavior includes:
1) Drinking
2) Fighting
3) Just generally being very aggressive towards other people.
4) Being extremely kind and soft to his friends(who are few)
5) Basically, he's just RAWR from the outside and MEOW from the inside.
He is yet to develop a real personality - it seems like he just doesn't know about anything else than fighting.
HISTORY
Wulfric was raised in the traditional Anderfells family - his father, Ergys, drank a lot of beer and fought against the darkspawn in the royal army, while his mother, called Eleian, stayed home and gave all her attention to her children. Wulfric had one sister and one brother. His sister Fréa, who was two years older than him, was distant - Wulfric thought that she could've missed her father who was out there, fighting battles against the darkspawn. Wulfric's younger brother, Aleric, was a year younger than he was. Always dreaming of a better future, that little boy always made Wulfric feel better. It was probably only due to Aleric that Wulfric decided to stay home during his teenage years - he often argued with his mother and big sister, often resulting at a temporary split between the family. It fell on Aleric's shoulders to bring them back together. However, Wulfric never loved his mother - he cared for his big sister, but somehow he never felt connected to his mother. He didn't know why. After some time, he didn't care anymore. His mother had simply became a thing who Wulfric could shout at all day.
It had been like this for a couple of years. Wulfric was seventeen, and for the last two years they had not heard any news of their father. Age gilded their memories, and they all waited for the return of their husband and father. However, fate interfered. A starved army messenger brang a message to the family that their father had died to the wounds he had received at one of the recent battles fought against the darkspawn. However, they had rescued their father's weapon - a mighty greatsword. The family mourned his death for a few days, but soon they continued living like they had before the news. And then Wulfric came of age, receiving his father's sword. Or actually, it was a bit more complicated than that.
Wulfric and his mother had one final argument, where Ulfric stated that he wanted to leave to join the Royal Army. Not caring for his mother's pleads, he grabbed his father's sword from the mantel, leaving the house. He mounted on the family's horse Hortensia, galloping towards the West. Wulfric was lucky to not run into any darkspawn raiding parties, and after two days of riding he was caught by a scouting force of the royal army. He was questioned by a woman, who had large, grey eyes and medium brown hair. She wore half-plate armour but had no helmet.
The woman, leader of the group, spoke proudly to Wulfric.
"What is a peasant doing out here, riding in the wilderness? Don't you know that the darkspawn might jump at you at any time?"
Squinting his eyes, Wulfric spat back: "I don't care for the darkspawn. I eat them for breakfast. I'm heading for Weisshaupt fortress."
The woman in charge laughed, joined by a few others.
"What would you want from there?", the woman finally asked. Wulfric's expression changed to an angry squint of eyes, reflecting his feelings.
"I want to join the...the group of people that kill darkspawn. I want to kill darkspawn."
The woman suddenly turned serious, looking Wulfric in the eyes. "It so happens that you have run into that group of people who kill darkspawn. So you want to join us?"
Wulfric thought for a moment, squinting his eyes even more due to the heat. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth nervously. "Me...join? No.. not the Wardens, not them. The army. Yes, the army."
The woman nodded in agreement. "It's good that you choose us over those filthy darkspawn-killers. Very well...come with us."
And so a new legend was born. During the following twenty years of service in the royal army he became known as a ruthless warrior, a man who gives no quarter to any opponent, be it a woman or man. He seemed near indestructible with his plate armour and greatsword inherited from his father. And now, he has taken an early leave from the army for personal reasons - some say that he wants to help an old friend of his, who had helped him in the past...
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: In gaming, varangian. In here, Alex.
Contact: miguelk977@hotmail.com
Roleplay Experience: About two years on-and-off
Language(s): English is excellent
How did you find us?: ALREADY TOLD YA!!!
Roleplay Sample: My second character
Password: Grey Warden
