Beryl Stonecleaver
Nov 28, 2015 20:06:59 GMT
Post by Terallis on Nov 28, 2015 20:06:59 GMT
Name: Beryl Stonecleaver
Height: 3' 9"
Weight: 300 lbs
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Personality and Appearance
Height: 3' 9"
Weight: 300 lbs
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Personality and Appearance
Beryl is not what one would call a polite, stand up citizen who actually bathes. In fact, he's the complete opposite of that. Smelling like the offspring of a brewery, sewer, and sweaty mancave, he is just the embodiment of "gross". His hair always tangled and greasy, boogers often hanging from his nose, and overall not the cutest thing to look at.
On the side of his personality, he has absolutely no filter to speak of. He loves to tease people to the point of insult at times, and is generally racist across the board. Additionally, he will often anger at the drop of a hat. Also booze. Lots of booze.
Brief History
Beryl had a rather normal upbringing. He was born and raised in Mithril Hall on the mainland as a smith. He never did know his mother, but his father did a pretty good job of raising him. At least, if "pretty good" just meant that he carried all of his father's bad habits. Then again, his father got his bad habits from his father, too. In fact, the bad habits have been something of a tradition passed down in the clan since the first Stonecleaver, Garvin, who was given the clan name after he split a boulder that was twice his size with his bare hands.
But anyways, getting side-tracked. Beryl never really did have any friends growing up, given his lack of any manners and the fact that he was more of a bully than anyone else. But he still made do as a smith. In fact, his father's smithy was very popular around the area and they had a good level of income. In fact, Beryl would often use this money to get all the things he enjoyed. Booze and women.
However, this habit is exactly what seemed to drag Beryl into a mess he never thought would happen in a million years. He was enjoying the pleasure of three dwarven women and a ton of booze at one moment, and the next, he was waking up naked in Sundered Desolation. Was he so drunk that he somehow crossed half of the continent and sailed to the cursed island of Siranda? Maybe he was drugged and put there? As things are, he will likely never know. But at least it's no so bad, right? Right?