heterosexualPlace of birth:
ArendannAppearance: standing at a massive 6’4 and weighing in at 270 pounds, Bronz looks
the part of enforcer just as well as he does it. A shock of black hair runs close cut in the middle of his head, ending abruptly at the forehead. Hardened, dark brown eyes stare out from a weathered, scarred face. Most if not all of his body is muscle on top of muscle, with the skin above it riddled with all manner of scars and wounds that haven’t properly healed. His nose, upon close inspection is slightly askew after a nasty bar fight and a shattered nose that never went fully straight again. He wears boiled and hardened leather armor, clearly made to withstand a beating just like the man wearing it. Personality:
Bronz is a classic intimidator and bruiser. When he does talk, his voice and tone rarely convey any other emotions than boredom or outright fury. Likewise his actions can seem at best business minded, and at worst bloodthirsty. At some points he may enjoy the satisfaction of knocking an idiot out with one blow, but on other more solemn occasions he does his work with a grimace and hunched shoulders. He is amicable to anyone in his gang that starts a conversation, but never clearly interested unless it pertains to his few hobbies, that being pillaging, drinking, skull smashing, or the finer points of brute force combat. Bronz is very direct minded, to the point where he may outright ignore the finer parts of a plan just for the hell of it. In his eyes, the only valid currency in respect, and when a leader gains that from him, Bronz is a loyal, if somewhat close minded follower.Skills:
A Resilience: B-
Warhammer combat: C
Hand to hand combat: D+
Brute: Bronz’s Warhammer, an extremely durable and heavy weapon. When wielded by someone with apt strength, although it is relatively slow, any hit landed is sure to crush bones and cause internal damage.
Smithing tools: a belt containing regular smithing tools such as prongs and a hammer.
Leather armor: cheap, but extremely durable for its cost. Bronz has reinforced a few parts such as the chest and legs with banded iron.
Flask: a “flask”, around the size of a normal pitcher that is stoppered and hangs loosely from Bronz’ belt. Usually filled with Burly Brew as he affectionally calls it. (It’s actually just the strongest drinks he can find, mixed together and triple distilled. Backstory:
Bronz was born in a small town at the heart of Arendann, although he never knew its name. At an early age by disease or plague his parents were taken from him, and before he even knew what was happening Bronz was taken from the small town to an orphanage resting on the border, in a village known as Haln . Quickly as he aged, he grew tougher and meaner, quickly finding a place in the gang of bullies that ruled over other street children and orphans with an iron fist. Finally released from the orphanage at age 16, Bronz found himself without shelter or food, and as he was no longer a part of the youth, his power and malice over the children faded. Without the Adept enforcer that Bronz was, the oppressive gang of teens was slowly corrupted from within, finally resulting in the death of its leader and relative peace brought back to the teens and orphans of Haln.
Bronz has no awareness of these goings on after he took his leave however. He took a menial job as a blacksmiths apprentice, and while lacking the finesse for finer projects, grew to be competent with the hammer and forge. With little else to do for fun, Bronz took to increasingly strong drinking and with that, violent drunken fighting. As his strength and coincidentally number of scars grew, he gained the attention of the Red Wolves, a small time gang rising in response to the growing corruption surrounding the increasingly hostile border situation between Arendann and Venirin. They sought to capitalize on the soon to be weakness of both sides, and offered Bronz a job as an enforcer to their gang as frontline muscle.
Bronz took a liking to frontline combat with a Warhammer, and intimidating the village folk certainly harkened back to better times for the man, when the children of Haln had cowered under his teenage gangs banner. He found himself set about with new purpose, although he would never admit that to anyone. As the raids and combat began to feel more commonplace, his fiery temper and alcohol binges were vastly curtailed, relegated instead to moments of extreme despair or elation. With his contract with the Red Wolves recently finished, Bronz now roams the border in search of opportunities for loot, and secretly a gang to belong in again.
rock head Moves:
It was really just another boring day in the village when a Lairon stumbled in out of nowhere, injured and seemingly enraged. It tore through the small village, injuring and even killing a few of the more unlucky passerby’s, until breaking into the smithy. Bronz leaped back in surprise as this gigantic beast began rapidly consuming all of the iron in the shop, before heaving a sigh and collapsing. Quickly before the villagers arrived to exact bloody vengeance, Bronz dragged it into the non damaged back room and covered it with a tarp, leading the villagers to a fruitless hunt in the forest before they eventually gave up. Bronz was planning on nursing it back to health and selling it, but realized then that like him it’s life was not in danger, it merely was confused and angry. As they both saw themselves in each other, both bullheaded and stubborn to a fault, a companionship began to grow. Although he initially disliked having a follower, he soon came to realize that it was quite effective at terrifying the common villagers and dealing with threats. And although neither would ever admit it, a close bond and care quickly came out of the initially business minded relationship.