Post by Grumbaki on Dec 30, 2004 19:24:26 GMT
Name: Sven Brogarsnev
Race: Dwarf (Norse)
Age: 76
Career: Bodyguard
Fate Points: 3
M-4 WS-40 BS-17 S-5 T-4 W-6 I-22 A-1 Dex-25 Ld-49 Int-24 Cl-60 Wp-53 Fel-20
Advance Scheme:
WS-20 S-1 W-2 I-10 A-1
Skills:
Mining
Extra Language-Norse (replaces craft skill)
Disarm
SW-Fist Weapon
Street Fighting
Strike Mighty Blow
Strike to Stun
Very Strong (included)
Excellent Vision
Sing
Very Resilient (included)
Dodge Blow
Ambidextrous
Trappings:
Knuckle-dusters
Leather Jack
Club
Knife (concealed in his right boot)
10gc
Practical clothing (including hooded cloak)
Sling pack containing a pewter tankard and cutlery, as well as a tinderbox and a blanket)
Career Exits:
Bounty Hunter
Footpad
Mercenary
Outlaw Chief
History:
Sven was born in Kraka Dorden. His father hired himself out as a bodyguard and as a mercenary to merchants and explorers who commonly passed through the hold. His father died when Sven was still young, the caravan he was guarding was ambushed by a raiding band of Norse men on its way to Kraka Drak. His mother had died giving birth to him, so he was raised by his uncle. When he came of age Sven followed his father's line of work, if he was afraid of suffering a similar fate then he gave no sign. It was often remarked that the young lad had more muscle than brains; but then again considering that he was part of the warrior guild and that his clan lived in the far north near the wastes, that was not necessarily a bad thing. He learned how to fight mainly in the bars of his hold and is a seasoned brawler. In fact, unlike most dwarfs he does not even fight with conventional weapons, only his knuckle dusters which are powered by all the strength that only a drunken dwarf can muster. Sven left his hold when he came of age, he joined a caravan that went down to the port of Sjoktraken and from there he was hired as a bodyguard to guard him on his trip south.
Sven has recently arrived in raphoe with only the remnants of his pay left (the rest he has lost to the crew during long nights of drinking and gamblings). He looks forward to finding work down south, that is if any employer can understand a word that he says.
Race: Dwarf (Norse)
Age: 76
Career: Bodyguard
Fate Points: 3
M-4 WS-40 BS-17 S-5 T-4 W-6 I-22 A-1 Dex-25 Ld-49 Int-24 Cl-60 Wp-53 Fel-20
Advance Scheme:
WS-20 S-1 W-2 I-10 A-1
Skills:
Mining
Extra Language-Norse (replaces craft skill)
Disarm
SW-Fist Weapon
Street Fighting
Strike Mighty Blow
Strike to Stun
Very Strong (included)
Excellent Vision
Sing
Very Resilient (included)
Dodge Blow
Ambidextrous
Trappings:
Knuckle-dusters
Leather Jack
Club
Knife (concealed in his right boot)
10gc
Practical clothing (including hooded cloak)
Sling pack containing a pewter tankard and cutlery, as well as a tinderbox and a blanket)
Career Exits:
Bounty Hunter
Footpad
Mercenary
Outlaw Chief
History:
Sven was born in Kraka Dorden. His father hired himself out as a bodyguard and as a mercenary to merchants and explorers who commonly passed through the hold. His father died when Sven was still young, the caravan he was guarding was ambushed by a raiding band of Norse men on its way to Kraka Drak. His mother had died giving birth to him, so he was raised by his uncle. When he came of age Sven followed his father's line of work, if he was afraid of suffering a similar fate then he gave no sign. It was often remarked that the young lad had more muscle than brains; but then again considering that he was part of the warrior guild and that his clan lived in the far north near the wastes, that was not necessarily a bad thing. He learned how to fight mainly in the bars of his hold and is a seasoned brawler. In fact, unlike most dwarfs he does not even fight with conventional weapons, only his knuckle dusters which are powered by all the strength that only a drunken dwarf can muster. Sven left his hold when he came of age, he joined a caravan that went down to the port of Sjoktraken and from there he was hired as a bodyguard to guard him on his trip south.
Sven has recently arrived in raphoe with only the remnants of his pay left (the rest he has lost to the crew during long nights of drinking and gamblings). He looks forward to finding work down south, that is if any employer can understand a word that he says.