GingerBoi123

Fog of Torvelt

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Solveig Forgeheart

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Among the audience gathered within the throne room was a stout Dwarf, leaning against one of the far walls with his arms crossed. Solveig was still recovering from a partial hangover with last night's slim prize-money filling his pouch. He listened intently to King Brand's words. The task was clear. Venture into the Torvelt Fog to recover the King's son. This was by far the biggest challenge Solveig was presented with but this... This could be the exact ticket he needed to return home.

The Dwarf would watch as many of the court would exit the room. To be honest, Solveig couldn't blame them. You'd either have to be desperate, foolish or just a downright crazy bastard to take on this quest. The funny thing was- Solveig couldn't figure out which category he fell under. Solveig would wait a moment, seeing if there was anyone else who would take on the call with him. Afterall, he didn't want to be the first one to volunteer for a suicide mission. Two half-elves and a Dragonborn would precede Solveig's answer. This wasn't a bad crew by any stretch of the imagination, at least by first glance.

Solveig pushed himself off of the wall and uncrossed his arms. "Right then..." He began, mostly murmuring to himself. "I am Solveig Forgeheart of Tharum Kholdur!" The Dwarf introduced himself in an almost boastful manner, pounding his chest. "By my fists and my honour, I will help find yer son!" He answered, the Dwarf's accent was thick and typical of his race.

Fog of Torvelt

Solveig Forgeheart

"A Proper Fighter"

SOLVEIG FORGEHEART

"Say that about me Mother again... I dare ya..."

_{B A S I C S}

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_NAME
Solveig Forgeheart

_AGE
30 in human years

_RACE
A proud Dwarf

_CLASS
Pugilist

_OCCUPATION
Prizefighter

_{ORIGINATES FROM}
Tharum Kholdur

_{IF OUTSIDE TORVELT}
One of the Mountain Cities in the Dwarven Realm, Tharum Kholdur is a bustling centre of commerce both in and out of Dwarven kind. Falling in line with many of the mountain holds, the structure and architecture is all within the mountain ranging from the very peak to deep mines within the earth. The city's populace is almost entirely Dwarves, with other races being tourists, employees or merchants looking to trade and sell.

_{P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Solveig is as stout and as stocky as Dwarves come. While he's slightly taller than most Dwarves, Solveig sports an unruly head of dark brown hair that falls to his shoulders and a beard to match. His beard has two braids, held together by silver bands. While he has a bit of a beer belly as most of his kind do, his build is comparable to the modern Strongman all bundled up in a 4' 1" package. He also bares a Dwarven tattoo that stretches over his left pec, shoulder and upper arm.

_STRENGTHS

• Hand-to-hand combat: While his style is much more scrappier than the grace of Monastic techniques, it is the only way he knows how to fight and he does it well.
• Resilience: Solveig is a hard man to knock down, and even harder to keep down.
• Improvised weapons: After being in many street fights and tavern brawls, Solveig has a knack for making the most mundane objects a brutal weapon. Chairs, stools, mugs, bottles just to name a few.
• Athletics
• Iron Liver: Other than mining, there is one thing Dwarves are known for- Drinking! And Solveig is no exception. Years of drinking have made him a pro at the game. As the old saying goes, "Never get into a drinking contest with a Dwarf."

_WEAKNESSES

• Height: While he is hardy, Solveig is still a Dwarf so he has no reach. This means he has to get inside of opponent's reach when it comes to taller races and has to work harder to keep up in terms of speed.
• Weaponry: While Solveig has had the most basic of training with axes and warhammers as most Dwarves do, his training does not go past that. Besides, he much prefers using his fists anyways.
• Lack of armour: Following his pugilistic fighting style, Solveig does not wear any sort of armour. While this is used to keep him light on his feet (for a dwarf) this can prove to be a dangerous choice when he is attacked by weapons.

_{P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_PERSONALITY
Headstrong - Jovial - Proud - Stubborn - Confrontational - Loyal

_SEXUALITY
Bisexual

_FEARS

• Heights
• Being powerless

_GOALS

• To become a famous fighter
• To atone for his crimes
• To return home

_{S K I L L S}

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

_Darkvision
Being accustomed to mountain living, Solveig as the innate ability to see in the dark. He can see 60 feet ahead of him in dim light as if it was bright light, and in darkness he can see as if it was dim light. However, this is only in shades of grey.

_{Cross-Counter}
One of Solveig's favorite techniques, if he takes an attack then Solveig can redirect the brunt of the force and reply back with a harsh liver blow hook.

_{One, Two, Three, Floor}
Solveig unleashes a quick flurry of blows. The first two attacks are used to double the opponent over, especially if they are taller. The third and final attack is aimed at the jaw to send his enemy crashing to the ground.

_{Stick and Move}
Solveig dances around his opponents with his quick footwork. Combining this with his height, Solveig has an uncanny ability of slipping in and out of an opponent's reach and blindspots.

_{G E A R}

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_{ITEMS ON PERSON}

• Drinking horn
• Roll of thin cloth for hand-wraps.
• Deck of cards from his homeland.

_WEAPONS

• A pair of brass knuckles, engraved with dwarven runes (non-magical)

_{H I S T O R Y}

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Born in the mountainous caverns of Tharum Koldur, Solveig grew up like many of his kind did. As soon as he could, a pick was put in his hands and he learnt all there was to the art of Mining. He quickly learnt the value in ores, minerals and gems. His family was descended from a long line of crafters and blacksmiths, and it was assuredly to be Solveig's fate.

In his teenage years, Solveig spent a lot of time at the markets when he wasn't learning how to mine or how to use Dwarven weaponry. It was there that he discovered Prizefighting. A crowd would gather in the square as two men began to circle each other. Solveig originally thought it was just a fight but that wasn't the case. It was about two warriors who were going to go toe-to-toe in a contest of power and skill. That was the true aspect, and the glory that went along with it. Raucous cheers surrounded young Solveig for each punch thrown or sidestepped as coins practically showered the edge of the makeshift ring. This was the life Solveig would choose.

He would spend any time he could watching these fights, shadowboxing by the edge to learn what he could. Eventually, he'd make his debut. To the surprise of everyone, the rookie won and it caught the eye of some particular folk. They saw the talent and a way to make money off of it. They approached him with an offer to throw his next fight. Solveig initially refused, but a young Dwarf's avarice can take hold rather quickly. Once the offer was right, Solveig would eventually agree.

He would continue this way of living for a long time. Sometimes his new 'endorsers' would allow him to win the fight, but mostly he would go down whenever they decided. However, the city eventually found out. Disgraced, Solveig was run out of Tharum Koldur and banished to Torvelt. If he could make it in such a harsh environment then he would be awarded his Dwarven honor back.

It was a tough adjustment at first but he had survived the five years he's lived in Torvelt so far. This time he was fighting for himself, and nothing hanging over his head. He's spent these years going tavern to tavern, taking on any challenger and spending night and day drinking and prizefighting. While he's run into trouble a fair few times, he's always punched his way out in the end. Solveig still thinks about going home, but he still feels he has something to prove. Besides, he could get used to this...

Fog of Torvelt

The invite is invalid ;_;

Fog of Torvelt

So as I'm looking through, I was wondering if I could use a custom class from the DM's Guild as inspiration for my character? Specifically the Pugilist if you're familiar with it at all.

Fog of Torvelt

I would also be down for something like this!

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

Erik had been preparing himself for this for what seemed like weeks now, maybe months? Finally, a chance to prove himself as a warrior. Truly there was no greater privilege in this life than to earn your place in Valhalla through the glorious raids. He made his final preparations and said his goodbyes to his family before setting off to Hallasholm. He had visited it a couple of times as a child when his father would bring Erik along to help sell fish at the market. However, this time he came as a man and was ready to set off straight away. However, food and drink was in order!

Erik had found himself a table and was happily tucking into some boar when he had overheard the passing mention of the Wolfwind. He looked over and raised his tankard to cheer from his table. "Skåll!" The young man cried out, despite his mouth still being half-full. He swallowed the bite of his meal and bought his tankard over to the people who were discussing the raid, although his long hair and lacking beard might've given off the wrong appearance. "Did someone say the Wolfwind?" While he might've spent the first night alone it would seem he has found his new shield-brothers and shield-maidens. Best to get to know them now. "Erik Sveinson." He introduced himself with a smile.

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

Erik Sveinson

Name: Erik Sveinson

Age: 22

Personality: Erik is a reserved young man who prefers to keep to himself, but by no means is he adverse to attending feasts and socialising among his clan. In fact, food is one of his favourite things. His quiet nature aids him in battle. While most vikings prefer to clash on the front line, Erik takes advantage of the confusion of battle and uses flanks to gain the advantage over his enemies. Being a bit smaller than most men his age, Erik has learnt how to use his size to favour him.

He has proven his talent in stealth and subterfuge. His aptitude for exploring makes him a great scout, and if you want to clear a path without making a sound then Erik is your man. While some might call his style of combat "dishonorable", he is far from it and if needs be he is not afraid to take someone head on.

Bio: The son of a fisherman, Erik was raised to provide and help whenever he could. Erik learnt the trade since he was able to hold a rod and he enjoyed it greatly. However, whenever he had free time then Erik would go sneaking off generally being a nosey brat. He had a fascination with getting into places he shouldn't be, just to see if there was anything people were hiding. While growing up, he found himself to not be as tall as his peers, and most depressing of all was the lack of facial hair save for a stubble that was growing. Although his actual hair grew to great length for a boy and he took pride with it's appearance, using a silver metal band at the end of his thick braid.

Erik discovered that while he may not have been the strongest or the toughest, he was definitely the fastest and quickest. When learning how to fight, Erik surprised many of his opponents with quick thinking and nimble footwork before tripping up his sparring opponent or slipping behind and putting a blade to their neck to achieve victory. Hearing the raiding calls, Erik felt he was destined to become a great warrior this way.

Equipment: Erik wears little armour so he can be as light as possible, save for leather armour pauldrons and braces, but he does bring two Seax's by his side. As well as that, Erik carries a small pocket knife for skinning and as a backup. He also has a black hooded cloak and a cloth as a face wrap to help blend in with the night when he's on a stealth mission.

Extras: He has this tattoo design on his right arm.

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

Erik Vidarson

Name: Erik Sveinson

Age: 22

Personality: Erik is a reserved young man who prefers to keep to himself, but by no means is he adverse to attending feasts and socialising among his clan. In fact, food is one of his favourite things. His quiet nature aids him in battle. While most vikings prefer to clash on the front line, Erik takes advantage of the confusion of battle and uses flanks to gain the advantage over his enemies. Being a bit smaller than most men his age, Erik has learnt how to use his size to favour him.

He has proven his talent in stealth and subterfuge. His aptitude for exploring makes him a great scout, and if you want to clear a path without making a sound then Erik is your man. While some might call his style of combat "dishonorable", he is far from it and if needs be he is not afraid to take someone head on.

Bio: The son of a fisherman, Erik was raised to provide and help whenever he could. Erik learnt the trade since he was able to hold a rod and he enjoyed it greatly. However, whenever he had free time then Erik would go sneaking off generally being a nosey brat. He had a fascination with getting into places he shouldn't be, just to see if there was anything people were hiding. While growing up, he found himself to not be as tall as his peers, and most depressing of all was the lack of facial hair save for a stubble that was growing. Although his actual hair grew to great length for a boy and he took pride with it's appearance, using a silver metal band at the end of his thick braid.

Erik discovered that while he may not have been the strongest or the toughest, he was definitely the fastest and quickest. When learning how to fight, Erik surprised many of his opponents with quick thinking and nimble footwork before tripping up his sparring opponent or slipping behind and putting a blade to their neck to achieve victory. Hearing the raiding calls, Erik felt he was destined to become a great warrior this way.

Equipment: Erik wears little armour so he can be as light as possible, save for leather armour pauldrons and braces, but he does bring two Seax's by his side. As well as that, Erik carries a small pocket knife for skinning and as a backup. He also has a black hooded cloak and a cloth as a face wrap to help blend in with the night when he's on a stealth mission.

Extras: He has this tattoo design on his right arm.

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

Room for more?

Edit: Thinkin' of being a sneaky dagger boi

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Rush

_{M A R C U S S H A W
◄ 26 ▎ MALE ▎ 5' 10" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Preferring to go by his callsign; Rush is a brash, headstrong individual who's always hurling himself into the next good fight. Rush made his reputation as a reliable Bounty Hunter who is skilled in breach and clear operations as well as frontline combat assaults and CQC. Instead of sneaking through the backdoor or patiently waiting across the street for a target, Rush would much rather kick in the front door to shoot first and ask questions later.

Rush is a bit of a daredevil and there's nothing he won't try once. This can lead him to become pretty reckless at times but his skill and unwavering resolve drags him through most of them. Advertising himself as a one-man wrecking crew, he feels most comfortable when in a fight. For him the thrill of combat is addictive and hey, if you love it enough then why not get paid for it?

However, that is not his only addiction. A chemical substance known as 'Stim' is used as a new kind of adrenaline and an upper drug in the Glitter world is widespread used on Mars. However, there is a black market version known as Stim-X. There was a story of ancient warriors who would eat a sacred plant to make them fearless and powerful before storming the battlefield with a blood-curdling rage. Rush has developed a dependency on Stim-X and needs it just to get by. While he uses it for combat, he feels truly unstoppable. The adrenaline on crack courses through his veins increasing his speed, strength and reaction speed when injected. Rush has used it too often and now has to give himself smaller regular doses lest his body begins to shut down with illness and his body becomes weak. A weak body and mind is no way for a bounty hunter to get by.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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Rush's love of fighting wasn't just a decision on the spot. Growing up in a slum in the middle of nowhere, it was an environment where the strong ruled. You either learnt to fight or be prepared to hand over everything you got. However, back then, it was an environment that Marcus Shaw thrived upon. While he didn't have a father to show him the right way, he quickly found role models in the thugs and crooks of his slum.

With his Mother usually too drunk to care or notice, Marcus was quickly gaining himself a reputation as he was growing up. From doing simple runs at about 12 years old to being an enforcer for the One-Eyed Jacks at only 18. His strength became quickly apparent when roughing up people who owed money or in just plain ol' brawls. It wasn't long until the Boss, "Bones" Haas saw it fit to refine that raw criminal talent... Well, as much as a two-bit gangster could. However, it wasn't until Marcus had his first run in with a Bounty Hunter that he finally found his calling.

Charlie "Wolf" Grays was a prominent bounty hunter who was contracted to take down Bones. It was simple work for the Hunter, but Marcus caught his eye. Despite thinking nothing of the young punk at first, he was impressed with the kid's drive. Even while beaten and bloody, he was still hobbling back to his feet for another round. This was a fight that excited Marcus and Wolf thought he could channel that energy.

After calming down, the Hunter offered to take Marcus under his wing which he accepted at the tip of the hat. You were telling him that he could fight and take down bad people all day long AND get paid for it? It was a no brainer. Marcus put everything into it and it took two years for him to get as good as Wolf. However, that fiery attitude could not be simmered and he was still as reckless as he was back in the slums. THAT is not quite what earned him his nickname and callsign.

Taking on another job with his 'Master', Marcus neglected to check his corners correctly in a building. He was blown away by a makeshift proximity explosive. The blast itself was weak but enough to send him flying and almost knocked him out. With the gunfight still raging, Wolf couldn't afford to just leave Marcus there. He resorted to using a syringe filled with Stim-X. This would be Marcus's first taste. The high octane chemical filled his veins and within seconds, Marcus jumped up from his prone state and surged forward with a mighty roar. Not even Charlie could keep up, and from that moment on Marcus became Rush.

With money, a title and a growing accolade, Marcus quickly found himself experiencing the finer things. Glitter clubs and partying whenever he wasn't taking on a job (which was always fun), weapons and armour. Life couldn't have been better. However, he never felt like he could achieve as much without Stim-X. When he left the watch of Charlie, he found a supplier and began buying the drug... a lot. Over the years, Stim-X had pretty much become a staple in his artillery and even outside of jobs he'd find himself taking it.

Flash forward to the age of 26, and Rush found himself in New Brazil. While it reminded him a little of home, he was there to look if there were any contracts going. Someone usually wants someone dead in these areas, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to top up on his Stim-X supply. However, everything got flipped after one sound... BOOM.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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"Bones" [DECEASED]- One of his earlier mentors. Rush respected his power and aspired to be like him a little... however, when he met his untimely end it didn't affect him too much. Despite being a bit of a role model, Bones was more of an employer.

"Wolf" [ALIVE]- This is the man that he mostly owes his current life too. However, since leaving his tutelage, he hasn't had much contact with him if any at all. Rush sometimes wonders what Wolf would think of him now?

Calixta Io [ALIVE]- Now Cali is a girl who knows how to party! After trying to get his hands on some more Stim-X, he ran into Cali who managed to save him from a scam. After purchasing some other 'treats' from her, they actually began to party together. Anytime there's trouble on a night out, it is most likely that Cali is never too far away.

"Livewire" [ALIVE]- A fellow bounty hunter, they don't quite see eye to eye. Despite all those mechanical upgrades, Rush has always felt that Livewire doesn't see the fun in their profession quite like he does. They did take on a job together at one time, and despite butting heads over the methods, they still got it done.

_{P O W E R S}

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Power: Rush has the power of momentum manipulation. If he can get a good run, his body is capable of generating kinetic force at a rapid rate, able to knock away objects like metal drum barrels and people with ease. He can become a charging wrecking ball to anyone in his way, and the faster he goes, the bigger the impact. As well as this, he can lessen his momentum to almost nothing. Theoretically, he could jump off of a building and be absolutely fine or completely leave a crater. This also works for stuff coming towards him. Physical bullets and attacks could ricochet off of him.

Limitation: While he can get powerful, outside of being shot out of a cannon, he probably wouldn't be able to break apart a blast door. (Not that he wouldn't try) As well as that, turning slows down his momentum and therefore the strength of his impact. He can only manipulate his own momentum, therefore while he could shrug off more bullets than most, it can be hard to keep up with full auto fire or multiple guns at once. While he can lessen manipulation alot, he cannot get rid of it so a fall high enough or enough bullets would absolutely kill him.

Weaknesses: Rush is absolutely not invincible. Enough bullets could overwhelm his capabilities and he cannot control gravity itself so it must be taken into account. If he charges into something, he will still feel it to a lesser extent but this could lead to more injuries with the more crazier stuff he does. Plus, his reckless personality and lack of inhibitions (especially with Stim-X) means he can overdo it and find himself in sticky situations. He has to be moving for his power to work afterall so it's pretty useless in stealthier or more confined situations.