Well, I can imagine Hornfel being one of the most pragmatic dwarf around and this coupled with a mindset of 'What people do with each other is none of my business' could maybe lead to the both of them to still deal fairly with each other as long as Orin didn't betray Hornfel at some point.
@Wernher considering we're right next to each other, and the fact that Orin needs access to the west pass to sell his wares, our clans could have begrudging diplomatic ties.
Hi, I'm Garry Priest and I just found a white pen... why is all our paper black? No seriously, the HMS LittleJ has white paper and black pens but OH NO WE NEED THE COFFEE MACHINE.
Name: You kidding me right now?
Age: This application doesn't have enough options for me, I chronologically identify as hydro-age and you will treat me with RESPECT DAMMIT!
Sex: Yes please. (It's funny because they're the same word)
Size
Role: Okay what? Why is my ink re- white? WHITE... red- oh fuck me sideways.
Okay, I think I fixed it OH FUCK OFF!
... We good? Great, I'm the janitor and I also make the coffee when the machine borks. Because technology hates us, and itself.
Appearance: I didn't know what to do for this, so I drew a horse.
Yay horses!
Skills: I can drink lemons. Like, whole... It's cooler if you see it for yourself... I hate limes though, I mean, who likes limes, they're only the only citrus fruit that tastes like garbage, and have you ever had a lime candy? Tastes like someone threw up a lemon that someone had drowned in your mom's bum. Why do they always end up in my mouth when I want a red one, the red ones are always the best, I mean, who doesn't like red candies, they're like the coolest especially whenYou eat them on a hot day and it turns out that they're strawberry and you're like WOAH andblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
Bi- No I'm still stuck on that candy thing, like who doesn
Bio(For real this time): Woah woah, I'm just a janitor, why do you care? You shit. Well, what I do know is that I'm a clone, and that the artificial aging may have had some unforeseen consequences on my psych- OH LOOK A WALL *Bash* THART RIT THEYRE IS A STEV AUSTN, NO WAIT, IT"S A DWAN THE RICK JUNSTON *Flop* SING ME ABOUT THE PRETTY SPACE RAINDEERS WHO EAT THE GARBAGE AND SAVE FRUITOPIA. NO MAMA, I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE MEDICAL BENEFITS OF STARS IN SPACE HELPING WITH THE GIANT ARTICHOKE.
But actually, here's his info.
Name: Garrison Priest (Call him Garry or he'll cut you)
Age: 6
Description: Garrison is eleven feet tall and five hundred pounds. He has fully black eyes. His scales are naturally green, but he adopts the skin color of a Caucasian male, these scales are also bio-luminescent when he can be bothered to use them. He has no external genitalia and thus walks around completely naked, much to the discomfort of everyone else due to his adopted human-esque appearance and skeletal frame. In his natural form he lacks a nose, but he wears a prosthetic to add to his human disguise. He has a tail as well, but he is able to lop it off with no threat to his body, and it grows back over the course of a day. He also wears fake cheeks to hide his sunken natural ones, and his mouth extending far further than it should. In human disguise, he fashions his appearance after a younger version of English actor Patrick Stewart, to an uncanny degree. It is unknown why he does this, when asked he stated "Make it so" and giggled to himself.
Race: Burgatinite
Personality: As he was raised by humans not aware of the speed of Burgatinite growth, Garrison was raised as a child for the majority of his life, as a result, he is incredibly immature and borderline worthless at actually holding a job, this may explain why he's a janitor. Despite this, when angered, he is incredibly dangerous due to his thick hide and sharp claws and teeth, and he is angered quite often by trivial matters.
How he got here: Garrison's egg was found in deep space in a Burgatinite escape pod, unable to find a home for the dangerous creature, the crew of the discovery ship shrugged and dropped the egg from orbit in an attempt to smash it. Fortunately for Garrison, his egg was both too thick for any damage to be done, and his terminal velocity was too low to be of any threat to the thick hide. Smacking into a man's head, the egg rolled through the country-side, choking a dog, turning off a man's wi-fi, and blowing up a mobile home. Adopted by a farm couple, Garrison ended up unemployed due to his eccentricities, deciding to sign up as a spacecraft janitor, Garrison got the job somehow.
Posting my completed sheet, if there's anything that needs to be changed let me know.
Clan Orin
Bio and Clan Information: Muin Orin was the fourth of Master Muin's many children, and was always the most dutiful. Orin was always by his father's side as a youth, learning as much wisdom he could from his father. While training as a warrior, Orin also learned the necessity of just and fair rule from his father's tutelage. Orin became an adequate warrior and a kind man, joining his elder brother Dourhorn on his father's council. Orin was always the quietest of the house of Muin, hiding a keen manipulator and an ambitious leader. Despite this, his mediocrity as a warrior meant that it was hard for him to attract a large following, but what he does have is incredibly loyal due to his charity.
Ore is one of the building blocks in Dwarf society, Dwarves are famed for their incredible tools and weaponry. Most of this ore comes from the mountains surrounding the Dwarven valley. The clan of Orin lives in these mountains, using them for shelter and using them to mine ore which is then traded away. As such, Orin's clan is among the richest, second only to perhaps Clan Hornfel. Unlike, however, the respected and trustworthy clan of Hornfel, the clan of Orin is known for being isolationist and territorial, it is said that the northern mountains (their territory) are among the most dangerous places in the valley.
Other Important Figures. -Torgin Bjorn Friend of Orin and steward of High Mountain Keep, A former architect, is among the best economists in the valley. -Urist Belkar Grandchild to Muin and nephew to Orin, Belkar is a child of eight, adopted by Orin after he ran from home. Belkar is naive and serves as Orin's conscious, preventing him from becoming the valley's only true villain. -Harpheart Wife of Orin and mother of all his children, Harpheart is ruthless and brutal, making it very clear that she doesn't love her husband and is using him for her own gain, Orin is forced to keep a tight leash on her. -Orin Straybow First-born son of Orin. A young adult, Straybow is the chief military commander of High Mountain Keep. Straybow is young and a serial womanizer, he also inherited his mother's ruthless streak.
Location of the clan: High Mountain Keep is located to the south-west of the west pass, seated at the top of the region's largest mountain.
Population of the clan: 1366 Dwarves.
Main settlements and economical activities of the clan: -High Mountain Keep is less a keep and more a cave with a draw-bridge, carved into the peak of the region's largest mountain. The keep contains around 900 Dwarves, perhaps more, all of whom are terrified of outsiders and react poorly to anyone not of Dwarven origin. The keep contains a large amount of mining shafts and forges, while also housing a large amount of impressive constructions, all thought up by Bjorn, especially the massive "doomsday floodgate". Containing all the magma used in the forges, the massive amounts of molten rock will flood the keep if it is ever opened. This serves as a final assault should invaders reach that deep into the mountain. There are farms near the very peak of the mountain, with sloping ceilings and glass panels keeping the snow out but letting the sun in. Water is harvested from melted snow or underground pools should they be found.
-Holsis' Outpost is a town to the southeast of High Mountain Keep, situated in a secluded forest flanked on all sides by mountains. The 400 inhabitants are mostly lumberjacks, harvesting wood from the forest and bringing it back to High Mountain Keep. The town is also the main trading hub of the clan, with the merchant's guild office seated here. It also hosts the majority of the clan militia, with most of its lumberjacks being skilled enough with an axe to fight with it. The town seems near desolate during the day, when all the lumberjacks are out harvesting, but at night it is a haven of drunken tomfoolery and xenophobic lynching.
Military forces of the clan: -Forty axedwarves -Twenty hammerdwarves -Ten pick-tossers -Five crossbowmen
Other: The majority of the clan do not commit to regular worship of the gods, but a majority of laborers possess idols to their patron gods to protect them, and most aristocrats are regular worshipers.
Having the distinction of being among the closest sons to Muin at the time of his death, and having been around the king for the vast majority of his youth, Orin claims that he was raised to be Muin's inheritor, and was groomed for leadership from a young age.
The Orin clan sets itself apart due to its reclusive nature and trickery. Members of the clan do not care for heroics or following the old ways, they do what is in their best interest, and that is what makes them the most morally dubious of the Muinites.
"There will be a throne at high mountain keep, and it will be my arse sitting on it." -Muin Orin
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