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Legend
~Tabakov Goraya~
Name: Tabakov Goraya
Age: 36 (Though his nomadic life makes him look like he's 50)
Historical Inspiration: Attila the Hun, and Ivar the Boneless
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Alignment: Chaotic Good (He'll slaughter people if his squad got swindled by them.)
Race: Human
Homeland: While he came from a far away land filled with mountains and winding valleys, the Undead forced him away. He now lives in Valerius in a tent.
Appearance
Tabakov is an intimidating figure who homes in at around 6 feet tall. He is a warrior and a chieftain first and foremost, and so he keeps his weight at a bulky 167 pounds (mostly of muscle, to smash people's heads in, because that is what the barbarian do.) However, he does not appear to be a hulking brute, rather, his shoulders take the majority of his muscle and become very broad. Since he is often riding about in the sun, he has retained a dark tan.He keeps his beard trimmed, though a little unkempt- as with his hair. His hair a pitch black color, and is kept slightly long so as to unnerve his enemies. But it is not his lovely hat of hair that makes him terrifying, it is his eyes. Yes, he has mastered the "hungry wolf" stare in a way that even simply locking eyes with the man can cause a shiver to go up one's spine. His eyes are a chocolate brown, but in the dark they seem to become black holes- where not even the light of a thousand bonfires can escape them.
Personality
While he is often seen as an unruly, brutish, and cruel southron, Tabakov holds many surprises. He is a keen and eager learner, always ready to obtain knowledge to outsmart his enemies. Tabakov loves to read- even if it is not necessary material. He greatly values works of art from all cultures, and is rather open minded about different beliefs. In fact, he is brought to tears by opera singing. He is a single father of five, and is very happy that his children are retaining the "old ways" of their people. This means that they do not wear "pansy plate armor" or practice "hypocritical chivalry". Instead, he made sure they valued justice and respect to your enemy, and a fair fight. He claims it makes for better raiding, saying, "If you leave your enemy's people alive, they try and reclaim their lives- that way you can take more of their belongings!"
Tabakov despises crossbows, as he believes they are "strong bows made for weak people." He also dislikes being at sea, since a storm killed off many of his people. He does love food, however- and takes great joy in looting rich people's pantries. His favorite recipe is his mother's secret beef stew, which apparently is so incredibly spicy that it has become a rite of passage in his tribe to drink it.
Strengths:
1. Physically fit
2. Keen observer
3. Psychologically manipulative/intimidating
4. Open minded
Weaknesses:
1. Can't stand boats or the sea
2. Brash and generally never regretful
3. Allergic to turnips
4. Is afraid to show his soft-side to women, instead, resorting to ridiculous acts of heroism.
Skills:
Horseback Riding: 10/10 Tabakov rode his black stallion almost constantly, however it died when it ate some nightshade. He must find another horse. Rest in peace, Grimbo.
Horse-Archery: 5/10 He is not as great at this as he'd like to admit. While a necessary skill in his tribe, he's more used to hand-to-hand combat (or letting his friends shoot down the target for him).
Axe-Combat: 7/10 Tabakov loves using axes- whether it's a wood axe, his bearded axe, francisca throwing axe, or a pickaxe, they all produce the same crunch sound when hit against an unsuspecting person's head.
Rhetoric: 8/10 He is a natural born leader, and as such is able to produce the barbarian equivalent of public speaking.
Alcohol-Quaffing: 5/10 Tabakov needs to practice drinking the hard stuff- he's been stuck drinking wine for a while now, and it's softened his "skills" at being a drinker quite a lot.
Inventory: Tabakov has a new Almafian bearded axe (a Dane axe), a new Amalfian recurve bow, and his trusty spiked, oaken "Scepter of Beating". He commonly wears leather armor, and a cloak of wolf fur over it. His boots, while mostly made of rabbit fur and cow leather, allegedly also has human-leather soles. He also wears mail under his leather armor (the leather armor is lamellar). He also owns a mail hauberk that he was given by the Amalfian doge. Owns a crowned, spiked helmet with cheek pieces.
Relations:
The Late Brutus (Respect): "This man was a fine leader, and I knew of him for only a few days." Old-Seadog
Anhald: (Enemy): "These men slaughtered my Druzhina (Almafian soldiers) and the Doge. Such men are dishonorable and should not be treated like true warriors, but criminals."
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