Basir
The Bold, The Bloody, The Proud, The Berserker, The Undying, The Mountain, Of Many Bellies, Father of Bears
Basir is a pure beast, defined by his massive stature. He towers over most, standing at a freakishly tall 8'1". His body is well defined, all thick muscle bulging with veins, known throughout the land for his imposing presence in any battle. He can be seen tearing men apart from quite a distance, standing well apart from his smaller comrades. He has a wild and ragged appearance, not seeming to spend much time grooming himself. His blonde hair falls across his head haphazardly, and tumbles down to his shoulders complemented by the shaggy beard that hugs to his chin. His armor is light, and anything but simple. All fine supple leather, with spikes sprouting wildly from the pauldrons and accents of stark white fur adorning each piece.
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Kingdom: Basir the Proud bows to none.
Persona: Boisterous, loud, rambunctious, flippant, reckless, crazy. All are very choice words to describe Basir. He lives on the battlefield, born to fight and kill, and when not there he can often be found in the taverns. He derives all self-worth from his ability to kill and truly revels in the a good fight. He is easily bored with more conventional entertainments, the obvious exception being drinking. It is said that Basir of Many Bellies can outdrink any man in Astrea. He is a rebel to the kingdoms, refusing to serve any one king, instead offering his sword to whoever can promise a good payment and a good fight. He is known for treating battle like a game, much to the scorn of his fellow fighters, bellowing merrily in the middle of a bloody rout, or counting his kills in a slaughter. It seems that he is merry and joyous in all places... especially, of course, in taverns. He, however, is not so joyous when challenged or questioned. He is stubborn to a fault, and refuses to let others tell him what to do, or even go so far as to disagree with him. He is, of course, never afraid to fight any of these challengers, as long as the fight is to the death.
Basir does, surprisingly enough, have a few good traits. He is loyal to those that would undertake the monstrous challenge of being his friend. He may be ready to leave the mundane soldiers he fights with behind, but never someone who he considers a true friend. Beyond his friends he is also generous to those he respects. To earn the respect of Basir the Bloody is a great thing, and he treats the few who hold his respect with honor. He does not believe in an unfair fight, and will always meet his foes head on and on even ground. Indeed, Basir the Bold has a rather complex and perhaps impractical code of honor, but one that he follows stringently.
Post Example: Kill them all. Basir could feel the blood of the man he had just murdered wash over him. Oathbreaker called for more. The first man was now cleaved perfectly into two, lying dead on the ground, but there were many more. He counted- at least, he had tried to. There were at least one hundred. They were all petty bandits, convinced they would get a big payday when they heard word that Basir the Bloody would pass by their lonely road. But he would not abide an ambush- this would be a bloodbath. He heard word that there was a great troupe of these vermin on this road, and not only walked into the 'trap', but announced to his would-be attackers that he was coming for them. When he came upon the desolate clearing where they would come, he called out, "Any man who values their life will run from this place! The rest of you lot, if you think you can kill me, do try!" They swooped down from their hiding place in the trees, but it was clear some were wary. The first man was the only that made the initial charge, clearly some sort of leader or lieutenant, larger than most, but still dwarfed by Basir.
He died quickly. Some then broke rank, but the majority decided to try their luck. They would not come at him one at a time like fools, but instead try to wash over him from all sides, just the way Basir had wanted. He would not abide a fight that was too easy. As the first wave hit him he swept his sword wide across. The bandits made a mistake- their charge might overwhelm him, but their fighters had no room to retreat from his blow. He cut down several of them. The rest reconsidered their attack, halting their advance and taking some steps back. Basir did not abide their retreat. He charged into the group that lay before him, Oathbreaker overhead. He sliced across, cutting down man after man. He took a cut here or there- actually, quite a few, but none of them were particularly fatal, and they were taken care of by Oathbreaker. As he cut down man after man the group became wary, and fewer came forward to face him. They stepped back, giving him a small circle to breath in.
They didn't step far back enough. Basir grabbed at the head of one of the men before him, yanking him by his shaggy hair towards him. He held the man up, and made a show of wrapping a beefy hand around the man's face. None of his comrades dared step forward. Basir squeezed.
The explosion of gore satisfied Basir.
He cast aside the mutilated corpse. He himself was now covered in blood. It was magnificent. The rest of the bandits cringed back. They cried out, "This man is a damned monster!" One said. "There's no killing him! The rumors are true" Another shouter. "Retreat! We must retreat!" Basir already gave them their chance to run. They began to break ranks, making for the relative safety of the forest. He chased them down, cutting down as many of the runners as possible. When all was said and done a wonderful scene of gore and violence was left behind.
Basir left wordlessly, returning Oathbreaker to a sheath on his back.
Several Hours Later, A Night Beneath A Star Speckled SkyBy the time Basir settled and made camp the world had turned black. He slept soundlessly, even in the bleak and bloody forest. Even as the remnants of the bandits that had hounded him crept upon him. The whispers rang from the group, but not loud enough to wake Basir, "Are you sure this'll work?" One of them questioned. "The bastard is asleep, what's he going to do? We'll just walk up and poke him with our swords. He'll be none the wiser, and we'll get a big payout. I hear there are some big bounties for this guy- not to mention all the money he must be carrying." The leader was trying to reassure his followers. "Yeah, b-b-but, you saw what happened back there, we cut him a bunch, but he kept going- he didn't even feel it." The leader hissed him quiet, "No man can survive a stab at his heart."
When they came upon the lonely tent of Basir, Father of Bears, he was indeed none the wiser to their attack. The leader reveled in his success. With this kill he'd make it big- he wouldn't need to worry about money anymore with the bounties he'd receive. As he stabbed Basir with the tip of his sword, directly through the heart, he watched the giant man's lifeblood spill out over the canvas of his tent. His thoughts went to his new life. A modest mansion in the capitol, a beautiful wife, maybe even some bratty kids, no more skulking the barren roads of a lonely forest. A smile covered his face, the men standing behind him laughing, now reassured.
A terrifying shriek sounded through the great forest when Basir the Undying opened his eyes. Now Basir wore the smile.
Equipment:Oathbreaker is Basir's greatest weapon, and what he owes most of his strength to- besides his natural size, of course. Oathbreaker is a massive greatsword which is so heavy none besides Basir can even lift it. He seems to swing the weapon with ease despite its great weight- some have theorized that this may be due to some sort of magic enchantment, but Basir insists it is only because of his great strength. The weapon has a deep history, and several special abilities which it has bestowed upon Basir.
Ability/Magic/Technology: Basir has a great natural strength, which has been amplified by the power of Oathbreaker. He has the strength to lift excess of one ton with great strain due to the weapon's affect on him. Additionally the weapon has the power to cease his perception of pain, although this can be detrimental, as fatal wounds can go unnoticed. To somewhat counteract this his weapon has the power to heal wounds that may kill him, but this has a limited effect. In one day he may only be able to survive three fatal wounds, and that is stretching the weapons power when healing other smaller wounds. When it comes to swordsmanship Basir is surprisingly quick for his size, able to match swords with some of the great duelists of the Golden Era, but his style relies more on his brute strength overcoming his foes than skill. As mentioned he is actually very quick, and has a deep pool of stamina. Rumor holds that he once outran a horse in an endurance race, although this tale may have been embellished by Basir himself.
