Bromells Character.

Bromells Character.
Figured I'd like to make my character and join you in this forum RP. :) But I do not think that I will join you untill you start up another one. Thank you --------- Name: Bru Feathertwig Age: 42 Apperence in short words : Very small. Old. Big pointy nose. Slightly red shining eyes. His face looks like a old scruffy leather backpack, but of course green. Height: 78 cms / 2.60 feet Features: With his small size, he can easily hide and avoid unwanted visiors and/or enemys. Downsides of his size is that he does not possess very much physical strength or stamina. His strength is his intelligence. He's very cunning and can easily bring down beasts and foes five times his size using clever tactics and shamanistic magic. Weapons: A small curved wooded stick. Bru has made a little handle on it using some cloth and leatherscraps. On the top there is a little skull of a lizard-like creature. The skulls eyes are glowing slight red due to Brus strong spirit and knowledge of shamanistic magic. Also from the skull 5 different kind of feathers is hanging in 5 different strings. Most think that this is just for show. But the true meaning of them is to bring forth stronger shamanistic powers for Bru. Bru also wears a little dagger made out of a very rare dwarfen material and jewels. The dagger was forged with the help of a Chaos blacksmith in exchange for Bru saving his life. Equipment: Apart from the staff and the dagger, Bru has a robe made out of cloth and leather. The robe is scruffy, dirty and covered with lapped holes. He also wears a pair of scruffy boots and gloves to keep himself warm. On his head there is a another lizard-like skull with red eyes, just like the ones on his staff. He also wears a old bag he found during his travels. The bag is scruffy and made out of leather, and it kept on his back using a rope he's made out of cloth and leather. Personallity: Apart from the normal average goblin personallity, Bru is not as malicous, but neither not as cowardly as the rest of his race. He's also smarter, and has more knowledge, due to many years of training and meditation, of the shamanstic powers then the common Goblin shaman. As well he is calmer. Due to his age and experiences, he has learned that to rush things isen't the best of ideas. He's not much of a talker, nor very friendly towards others. When in meetings or alike he usually sits in the background, preferable in the shadows, listening to what the others have to say while forging his own thoughts and ideas about things. He normally dosen't care about anything that dosen't consern him personally. He walks alone whenever he can and spends much time meditating and training alone to further increese his shamanistic powers. And also, he dosen't speak the same way a normal goblin or orc does. He's spent much time along, thereby developing a accent of his own. Sounding much like the normal accent then the orc one. ---------------------------- A history is upcoming, I've done a few chapters so far. =) Will be posting them later.

Great character - I want to read his story xD

Thanks, worked hard on it. :) And I like it so far. I like the fact that he's very small, powerfull and smart. Though very physically weak and old. Any thougths about this? :P Okey, I'll post the first chapter of Bru now. :) Chapter 1: Exile Since birth, Bru was bullied for his very small size. Even small among goblins, he was a bully-object even for his own race. Due to this Bru spent much time alone. With none to talk to or rely on, Bru found peace of mind when participating the shamanstic way of life. Not many noticed him, and diden't care to bring him into war, leaving him alone to his meditation and practicing of his shamanstic ways. Years past and his shamanstic magic grew further and further in power. Due to his cunning and knowledge his eyes eventually started glowing. He at first thougth that he was ill and tried to treat it with magic. But this only made them glow stronger, for his shamanstic powers only rose even more. One day, after even more years of meditation and lack of war, he was suddenly noticed by the tribes leader. The leader planned on throwing him into the heart of battle to make Bru prove himself that he was usefull for the Greenskin Army.When threatening to end Brus life, the leader, confident that his size and knowledge of shamanistic magic was far superior to those of Bru, stepped up to him and pushed him into the ditch. He laughted out to mock Brus lack of physical strength. But by this time, Bru had had enough. He used his staff to get himself of the ground and looked into the tribeleaders eyes. The leader was terrified when he looked back upon Bru. The slight glow from Brus eyes had turned into an inferno of bright red light, making him look like a small hellish demon. Bru channeled a spell and knocked the tribeleader and all others, withing a 30 meter radius, to the ground. He thereby channeled even more shamanstic power, making the ground around him tremble and rocks levitate in the air around him. The leader and the others fled in fear, knowing full well that they couden't stand a chance against this little goblins huge power. Bru had had enough of the ways he had been treating for almost all his life and ran out into the wilds. Bru setteled down in a cave on the outskirts in the area around Mount Bloodhorn. He lived peacefully and calm for almost 15 years. He lived of the lands and kept enhancing his powers. But also helping fellow wounded allies from certen death and agony at the prize of supplies or food. But only if they came to him, of course.

Please give feedback to the story. =) I'd like to know what I can improve etc. Chapter 2: The Battle After 14 years and about 4 months in the wilds, when Bru was out to get daily meal, he stumbled across a dead dwarf. The dwarf lied dead on the ground with a orcish axe in his back. Bru examened the corpse and found a bag of dwarfen ore. As he opened the bag his chin almost dropped to the ground. He had never seen this kind of ore before. In the bag was enough ore to forge a dagger, but not just any ore, this one was a really rare one. He also found a cupple of jewels and rubys. He knew he could trade these in for a huge amout of food and new clothing. As fast as a goblin at his age could possibly move, he put the minerals and ore in his backpack and started to move slowly back to his towards his cave. On his way back, he heard that steel and iron was clashed into eachother. A battle was up ahead. He was a little curious on the fighters, because they might have something usefull in their backpack. His plan was to sneak up on the winner when he was wounded and hit him in the head with his staff and steal his belongings. As he moved closer to the fierce battle, the steel and iron clashes seamed to have dimished. The two warriors seamed to be getting tierd, but this was only an advantage for Bru, as it would be easyer to strike down the tierd winner. He was getting closer now, as he could hear the wind ace between the swings. He climed up on a rock and then he clould clearly see the battle. The fierce battle was close to it's end. Both warriors were tierd and slowed down due to their heavy armors and weapons. One fighter, who appeared to currently have the upperhand, was a human from Empire. Around his waist there was a book, who looked like to be a tome of holy magic, hanging in a chain from his belt. His armor plated robe and big hammer also made a big piece of the puzzle, to identify this human warrior, fall into place. He was clearly an adept in both magic and fighting. A techniqe Bru had never seen or experienced before. The other warrior, who was currently being overpowered, had a huge sword in his right arm. In his left arm he had a smaller axe. His enormus black armor was filled with inscription and incantations. He looked like a fighter from the deepest pits of hell. He had a long cape with a sign that Bru had only seen once before, when he was young. This fighther was from the Chaos, no doubt. Bru knew that the Chaos warriors was on his side, and climbed down from his rock and started to move towards the battle. As Bru calmly walked the fight continued, the human was just about to land the finish blow. But the Chaos warrior had not given up on the hope of victory just yet. He drew his sword to parry the humans attack aswell as aiming his axe towards the humans right hip. The human however, wasen't ready to die just yet either. He quickly whispered a script of unknown words and at the same time parried the Chaos warriors axes with his hammer. But the hammer diden't look the same. The hammer had started glowing bright orange, just like a newly forged weapon before it's cooled of in the water. He used his hammer to make an attack against his foes head. The Chaos warrior manage to move his out of the path of the hammer. But the human did not stop there. He now whispered a new script of unknown words and the hammer suddenly changed direction and and laid a powerfull inpact in his foes chest. But the Chaos was not yet beaten. The hammer was buried deep in his guts, but he still managed to stand up. The human tried to pull his hammer out, but was unsuccesful, for the Chaos held it there with his left arm. He raised his great sword and forced it down opon his enemy. The wind aced around his sword when it came closer towards the humans left shoulder. Opon inpact, the sword went through the shoulder, and did not stop untill it reached the lower right of his chest. The Chaos warrior stood victorius, but with fatal wounds. Bru walked as fast as he could towards the Chaos warrior, who had fallen to the ground. His body could not withstand the pain of his wound. Bru slowed down as he came closer to the Chaos, knowing that the Chaos might still have strength enough to lash out and kill him in an instant. The Chaos caughed up blood and removed his black helmet, also filled with incantations and inscriptions, revealing a pale, smiling, bleeding face and dark, long hair. He looked upon Bru while the fire of life was slowly burning out in his eyes. Bru knew that, as an ally to the Chaos, it was his duty to make sure that this Chaos lived on, but at a prize, of course. He leaned against his staff, rose his hands towards the sky and shut his eyes. He started to channeling healing shamanstic magic to close the wound in the Chaos chest. ------------------------------------------------------ More chapters will be coming out later on. =) Will be away for a week now, so probably will be posting the next part afterwards.

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