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Name: Brooch "Titan" Carmine

Race: Human

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Appearance: Gigantic man of metal clad from toe to his balding head in mighty heavy plate so bulky its actually kinda hard to move in it.
Under the visor of his helmet youll find a warm smile and bushy beard. and scars, lots and lots of scars.

Backstory: The story of Brooch Carmine does not start at his birth, his childhood or teenage years, for these things were trivial. The story of Brooch the "Titan" begins when he was half forcibly drafted to serve in a local lords petty grievance with a neighboring province. The time spent on battlefields that broke many a man only seemed to temper this young man into an instrument of war. Brooch rose trough the ranks and was found commanding his own small squad of soldiers quite quickly indeed and it was this squads actions atop the enemy fortifications that broke the final siege and claimed victory in the name of their lord. Then he was cast aside like a broken blade, the lord didn´t wish to spend coin on a standing army and his forces were disbanded save a small token guard force. The fighting had awoken inside Brooch a growing hunger, not the hunger for blood or screams tough, no the hunger for GLORIOUS COMBAT, CLASH OF STEEL AND WORTHY OPPONENTS, and also the inevitable celebration following a hard earned victory. Thus he began his journey as a sword for hire. And on that journey he developed his style, Brooch believes that the way to victory is found by outlasting your opponents. Over the years he has trained and fought in his trusted heavy armor relentlessly, wielding his warhammer. By now it is quite possible that Brooch has spent more days of his life inside the armor than outside it, building incredible endurance and cable like muscle masses within. Always loyal and friendly to men and women who take up arms beside him in combat, this laughing titans most glorious accomplishes include but arent limited to: outlasting a drunken brawl against an entire village, stopping an rockslide with his shield, surviving an bandit attack nonviolently when they simply got too tired to make another swing at his armor. Upon hearing about the Black band, Brooch couldn´t have been happier "My kind of people!" he said while picking up pace towards the imperial city, laughing all the while.

Skills: Having fought so long in heavy plate, Brooch has amassed an immense physical stregnth  and fortitude, tough not agile by any means,
lesser men would struggle to outmanouver or outrun Brooch while wearing half his load.

Equipment: Incredibly thick multi layered steel armor, towershield (as tall as he is), long hafted fullmetal warhammer.

Other: "May we fall upon our enemies like a storm! I will wear the band!"