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Legend
Gorrik Ovbrogimbalárr
Son of Gorvvik Balárr
A descendant of the Frostpeak Clan
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A portrait of Gorrik
[This character is for events mostly]
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General Information
Full Name: Gorrik Ovbrogimbalárr
Nickname: Ovi
Birthdate: 2275 PC
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Physiology
A manifested hyperbole is often alluded by many of those who glance at the appearance of Gorrik; a simple consistency from the dwarfs of the world. As a young typical dwarf, Gorrik is muscular and stocky, particularly pronounced without the need for cloth or leather which bonds his expelled strength. He is charmingly plain, handsome even to some who may sway from his savvy and trimmed beard, garnished with locks and knots that move like waves against his broad shoulders and tearse head. His face delivers a story of its own, one that is heavy and despairing; a never-ending wave of dissonance that cuts sharply against any room. Though examining his thick, scruffy eyebrows and nostrils the size of a child's fist may dilute this appearance - but all the same, pronounced. With a permanent frown and defined features, he is a mistaken leader at best; a distilled pessimist at worst.
Height: 4’9”
Weight: 170lbs
Eye Color: Dark green
Skin Color: White
Shape of Face: Normal
Build of Body: Stocky
Hair Color: A light brown
Hair Style: Pulled back and brought to the sides
Is Seen By Others As: Resolute
Scars: Several scuffs against the palms and soles of his hands and feet
Voice: Deep; speaks common with a dwarvish accent
Health
Illnesses: Unknown
Allergies: None
Sleeping Habits: Normal
Eating Habits: Hefty, like most dwarfs
Memory: Good
Unhealthy Habits: Smokes
Sight: Poor
Personality
Weight: 170lbs
Eye Color: Dark green
Skin Color: White
Shape of Face: Normal
Build of Body: Stocky
Hair Color: A light brown
Hair Style: Pulled back and brought to the sides
Is Seen By Others As: Resolute
Scars: Several scuffs against the palms and soles of his hands and feet
Voice: Deep; speaks common with a dwarvish accent
Health
Illnesses: Unknown
Allergies: None
Sleeping Habits: Normal
Eating Habits: Hefty, like most dwarfs
Memory: Good
Unhealthy Habits: Smokes
Sight: Poor
Personality
Presiding and confident, Gorrik tends to be in the thick of both conversation and reality. He is very much a straight talker in direct confrontation, but can detail both stories and thought in subtle ways. He tends not to talk to those he has little business with and only associates with those who align with his goals. There is very little emotion that can be heard through Gorrik, but is able to arouse passion in others through his voice and underlying enthusiasm. Being raised in a strict dwarven household, he is often the one to discipline the weak with harsh language and does not take kindly to those other to his own; though he will often be subtle in how he expresses his prejudice towards others.
Strengths
- Strong speaker
- Tough athlete
- Steady minded
- Too forthright, even in untimely situations
- Gives stern warnings and words; speaks whatever is on his mind
- Cares little for non-dwarven folk
Fears: The loss of his culture
Values: Family and Kinship
Education: Common
Languages: Common & Horgaahn
General Attitude: Neutral
Religious Inclination: To Korog
General Intelligence: Good
General Sociability: Good
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Short Term Goals: Find out
Long Term Goals: Find out
Possessions
Owned Homes: None
Wardrobe: Typically wears red attire, along with light armor and a dark blue cloak
Carried Inventory: A small ax, about two-thirds of his arm's length
General Inventory: General provisions and food items
General Wealth: Common
Combat
Peaceful or Violent: Violent
Weaponry: Only used to tools such as axes, saws, and hammers
Combat Training: None - searching
Training and Skills
• Manual Labor 7/10 - since he was a teenager, Gorrik has helped his father around his home with various tasks, such as woodcutting, construction or shoveling. He has a good sense of the weights and the way the environment interacts with the world, however, he is no craftsman.
• Axes 5/10 - able to use an ax specifically as a tool with some proficiency. Ok proficiency in its use as a weapon
• Swords 1/10 - picked up a wooden sword once, swung it around and hit a rock
History
Values: Family and Kinship
Education: Common
Languages: Common & Horgaahn
General Attitude: Neutral
Religious Inclination: To Korog
General Intelligence: Good
General Sociability: Good
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Short Term Goals: Find out
Long Term Goals: Find out
Possessions
Owned Homes: None
Wardrobe: Typically wears red attire, along with light armor and a dark blue cloak
Carried Inventory: A small ax, about two-thirds of his arm's length
General Inventory: General provisions and food items
General Wealth: Common
Combat
Peaceful or Violent: Violent
Weaponry: Only used to tools such as axes, saws, and hammers
Combat Training: None - searching
Training and Skills
• Manual Labor 7/10 - since he was a teenager, Gorrik has helped his father around his home with various tasks, such as woodcutting, construction or shoveling. He has a good sense of the weights and the way the environment interacts with the world, however, he is no craftsman.
• Axes 5/10 - able to use an ax specifically as a tool with some proficiency. Ok proficiency in its use as a weapon
• Swords 1/10 - picked up a wooden sword once, swung it around and hit a rock
History
Family History: Born to a line of dwarves from the northern borders of the Eastern Continent - the descendants of those from the Frostpeak clan.
Name History: The name Ovbrogimbalárr means “a great fighter that has yet come to pass”
- Ov - all (shorthand for oal) - derived into “great”
- Brog - break (shorthand for baruk) - derived into “come to pass”
- Im - added (shorthand for imm, which is times but added can apply)
- Balárr - fight (for bárruz)
- Great - as in greater than all; all combined, he is all
- Come to pass - as in if you said "everyone stop (break your actions)” or “I just broke the news" to someone; the thing has come to pass, as in, that news has come to pass; you stopping has come to pass your actions.
- And - im is used as added; ov-brog + balarr, the “+” being the im
- Fighter - balarr loosely being used as a form of bárruz, the dwarven work for fight or fighting
In the hills and gullies of the northern border of Altera, a small dwarven home resided in the banks of snow. By the warm fire of their home, a sharp fire bedded the cottage with a lovely warmed. There, two dwarves lay side by side in a small and cozy bed, listening neatly to the story of their lands of old. Their father, an old but benevolent dwarf, recited in his typical mystical and song-like tone:
There it stood, before a dark and placid lace of gold and silver, beyond the forges ears and the plane of all time and life. Banners raised high against the jewels of the ancients, the stoked flame and furnaces, the astral and the effervescent; the stocky calls and quarrels, the fists of blood and oak and steel. The smell of the blacksmith's anvil, the taste of the limestones lint. The smiles of the little ones, and the laughter of the elders. Prosperity was within his grasp. All was within his grasp. He only had to touch it. To take one step into the glory of the ancients.
But it was not so.
There it stood, against the fire and the flame, the wrath of its brotherly call; against the stone and the flint that cracked and crumbled, sliced and slivered and scrapped; splintered like wood and cracked like skulls; damaged, beyond all hope. For what Korog saw is why rivers flooded and rain drowned the cavity of them all. The lost ways and the ancients fires that once buried them to times of such glory - lost to the memory of all our kin…
Baruk et Baruk byr Dwargar / Thir eta wutt zum speza. Zum hár thir ta unzur rûzzrímà / Bantil da ond bekden
Destroyed and Lost by Dwarfs / This is what we speak. We take this to our graves / Until the only end
There it stood, before a dark and placid lace of gold and silver, beyond the forges ears and the plane of all time and life. Banners raised high against the jewels of the ancients, the stoked flame and furnaces, the astral and the effervescent; the stocky calls and quarrels, the fists of blood and oak and steel. The smell of the blacksmith's anvil, the taste of the limestones lint. The smiles of the little ones, and the laughter of the elders. Prosperity was within his grasp. All was within his grasp. He only had to touch it. To take one step into the glory of the ancients.
But it was not so.
There it stood, against the fire and the flame, the wrath of its brotherly call; against the stone and the flint that cracked and crumbled, sliced and slivered and scrapped; splintered like wood and cracked like skulls; damaged, beyond all hope. For what Korog saw is why rivers flooded and rain drowned the cavity of them all. The lost ways and the ancients fires that once buried them to times of such glory - lost to the memory of all our kin…
As Gorrik would fall asleep next to his brother, his father would recite to them once more:Baruk et Baruk byr Dwargar / Thir eta wutt zum speza. Zum hár thir ta unzur rûzzrímà / Bantil da ond bekden
Destroyed and Lost by Dwarfs / This is what we speak. We take this to our graves / Until the only end
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