Post by sheroknight on Jan 21, 2009 12:45:29 GMT -5
Name: Borris Geltrock
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: Short and stocky, often wears raggedy clothes and no armor with an old stained apron. Wears an old dented pot on his head. Carries a large wooden ladle. His beard has garlic cloves and dried meat tied to it. Has a pug nose and beady green eyes with red hair.
Personality: Is a raging alcoholic, and is very rarely sober. Often cooking meals and berating random strangers and cats. Quick to angers and even quicker to tears and hugs, he'll stand by his friends in a fight (if he remembers who they are).
Faction Affiliation: (left blank)
Weapon(s): A large wooden ladle, about the size of your head, and the length of your arm. The ladle end is thick and heavy, made out of an ancient tree, serves no other purpose than making food or smacking someone on the head.
Bio: The majority of his past is muddled in a drunken blurry. He was once a world class dwarven cook, but most likely got hit on the head and lost his way. He now travels the country side searching for his next flagon of ale.
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: Short and stocky, often wears raggedy clothes and no armor with an old stained apron. Wears an old dented pot on his head. Carries a large wooden ladle. His beard has garlic cloves and dried meat tied to it. Has a pug nose and beady green eyes with red hair.
Personality: Is a raging alcoholic, and is very rarely sober. Often cooking meals and berating random strangers and cats. Quick to angers and even quicker to tears and hugs, he'll stand by his friends in a fight (if he remembers who they are).
Faction Affiliation: (left blank)
Weapon(s): A large wooden ladle, about the size of your head, and the length of your arm. The ladle end is thick and heavy, made out of an ancient tree, serves no other purpose than making food or smacking someone on the head.
Bio: The majority of his past is muddled in a drunken blurry. He was once a world class dwarven cook, but most likely got hit on the head and lost his way. He now travels the country side searching for his next flagon of ale.
