Tray Froglicker

Male Dwarf Protaganist

Description:
Character Details
Player Name Birthplace
x x
Character Name Age Gender
x x x
Race Eye Color Weight
x x x
Current Career Hair Color Height
x x x
Pervious Careers Star Sign Siblings
x x x
Distinguishing Marks Dooming
x x
WS BS S T Ag Int WP Fel
27% 44% 24% 27% 40% 39% 41% 44%
A W SB TB M Mag IP FP
1 10 2 2 5 0 0 2
Skills Talents
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Skills Talents
Skills Talents
Skills Talents
Skills Talents
Skills Talents
Skills Talents
Skills Talents
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Weapons
Name Enc Group Damage Range Reload Qualities
x x x x x x x
x x x x x x x
x x x x x x x
x x x x x x x
Armor
Armor Enc Location AP
x x x x
x x x x
x x x x
x x x x
Trappings
x x
x x
x x
Bio:

I was brought up in the Dwarven seaport of Barak Varr, began my work as an apprentice smithy where I worked with other young dwarfs learning armorsmithing. My work was good, becomin a journeyman within months. But ye see, the forge is one place where I lost meself, most of me life. Days and nights for years I spent thickening me hide with heat and sweat and strengthening me muscles until me callosed hands had Calloses on top of themselves. I found me life still and stinkin of sweat and soot. My teachern, Master Smith Bouge, said me craft would never become a “master’s work” until I notched a few years out in the badlands. So one day I picked up me hammer and left.

I learned about life. It’s been 6 years since I left and after being robbed, shanghai’d, and put to sea for a year and a half, I learned real fast its a killin world out there. I bullied a fancy patsy out of some silver and I found myself up blood river in a small town collecting mony from brigands, thugs, farmers, whores, and an occational mercenary. I would give it back to its righful owners with an extra ear or finger to prove the deed done and settled, and the disgruntled employer now satisfied would pays me. For 10 shillings I’ll break the scums knee cap. For a gold crown I’ll end his life and pitch his corpse in the river for the bali to eat. I earned meself a good axe from a woodsman that forgot to pay for his protection the week and was beddin the burghers wife to boot. With his ear and his gold tooth my employer let me keep the axe and he stayed happily married. Have I gained any worldly expierence? I’ve learned a tight lip and scar or two on yer face keeps people out of your business, and that a quick wit about yer company can either keep ye alive or in a shallow grave feedin the filth of the earth with your skull emptied. I left many a town with the local populace a bit thinned out and me pouch fatter and findin that people will pay me for hurtin the the scum that try to give em the raw deal of matters. I make those matter right! Sometimes I do it for sport just to see if the begger did anyone wrong,,, ya know kind of “fish around for the guilty.”

Tray Froglicker

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