Mardocc Ironheart
Jan 14, 2016 4:27:03 GMT
Post by abyss on Jan 14, 2016 4:27:03 GMT
Name: Maardoc of the Ironheart
Race: Earth Genasi
Height: Seven feet even
Weight: Yes Much/Many Poundage
Age: How does one age the earth?
Appearance: A tall monstrosity that dares to take the form of man. From afar the towering being may appear as little more than a dark tinted man...Rough skin, a startling lack of hair, bulging arms and powerful legs. A chest spread wider than some doors might allow for....While all these facets were grossly exaggerated and overly large for a normal man they could still be accounted for by the heavy armor worn by the figure...The eyes however....They eyes were something all their own. Something that would never appear on a mortal man.
A massive pair of what appeared to be gems, set deep within the dark colored skin (if one could call it that) that made up the figures face. The countless facets that made up the eyes appeared to have been carved so precise, so carefully, greater than any craftsman could hope to mirror. And within them there was a flare of life and intelligence. A flare that gave those eyes both light and an ever shifting color. Sometimes blue, sometimes red, turquoise, green, amethyst, all the colors of the multi hued gems of the earth and beyond.
Mentality: Maardoc's mind works in terms of the earth....Some might call him slow to act, dimwitted, unintelligent...But the truth of the matter was that the towering figure was merely unwilling to act without thought. Studying a problem from all sides before committing entirely...Patience, concentration, timing. Each of these were had in abundance. Stubborn as the earth and highly superstitious the earthen creature might be difficult at times to say the least.
Bio: Mardoc of the Ironheart....Born in the dark places of the earth embrace. Half man half elemental some said...Or at least that was what the dwarves that had found him deep within the mines had claimed. They believed that the child had been blessed by Moradin. Born of the earth itself. With all of its strength and endurance. Some believed the child to be an avatar of the all forger himself(a silly myth to be sure). Whatever the belief of the dwarves they were loath to leave one so young in the wilds of the mines...And so they had taken the small child with them deep into the heart of Durmathroin to be raised.
Perhaps that is why he had turned out the way he had. Maybe that was where he got his unyielding stubborness from and his uncanny sense of loyalty.
But the simple truth was this...As he grew his skin continued to harden, taking on the look of slate and granite with a similar hardness. His eyes a pair of gems that flickered with his emotions. The rock like form of his body ripple with veins of what appeared to be precious metals at some points. And as he aged his body grew more powerful, more enduring, and yet he never sacrificed any of his quickness. The towering figure able to do the work of a great number with his raw strength and power, yet able to act with precision that bellied his imposing figure.
For years he had lived within the city helping to move carts of debris, rubble, minerals and even gems and precious metals. Swinging heavy picks, pumping the powerful bellows of the forge, dragging heavy doors and towering barricades. Building parts for the Dwarven Sidewinders, a catapult specifically designed for use in the cavernous alleys in the earth, designed to fire sideways down the narrow halls and walkways deep beneath the earth. Crafting imposing barricades that spanned and guarded the great gates of the dwarven city. Working tirelessly day and night in Dumathoin's guards. Learning the pathways in the darkest parts of the world. Digging great trenches and shifting mountains worth of dirt and rock to build new walls or divert underground rivers. And ALWAYS searching for the dead that no doubt labored to find a way into their domain.
The dead would one day come...And the dwarves and Mardocc of the Ironheart would be waiting...
Race: Earth Genasi
Height: Seven feet even
Weight: Yes Much/Many Poundage
Age: How does one age the earth?
Appearance: A tall monstrosity that dares to take the form of man. From afar the towering being may appear as little more than a dark tinted man...Rough skin, a startling lack of hair, bulging arms and powerful legs. A chest spread wider than some doors might allow for....While all these facets were grossly exaggerated and overly large for a normal man they could still be accounted for by the heavy armor worn by the figure...The eyes however....They eyes were something all their own. Something that would never appear on a mortal man.
A massive pair of what appeared to be gems, set deep within the dark colored skin (if one could call it that) that made up the figures face. The countless facets that made up the eyes appeared to have been carved so precise, so carefully, greater than any craftsman could hope to mirror. And within them there was a flare of life and intelligence. A flare that gave those eyes both light and an ever shifting color. Sometimes blue, sometimes red, turquoise, green, amethyst, all the colors of the multi hued gems of the earth and beyond.
Mentality: Maardoc's mind works in terms of the earth....Some might call him slow to act, dimwitted, unintelligent...But the truth of the matter was that the towering figure was merely unwilling to act without thought. Studying a problem from all sides before committing entirely...Patience, concentration, timing. Each of these were had in abundance. Stubborn as the earth and highly superstitious the earthen creature might be difficult at times to say the least.
Bio: Mardoc of the Ironheart....Born in the dark places of the earth embrace. Half man half elemental some said...Or at least that was what the dwarves that had found him deep within the mines had claimed. They believed that the child had been blessed by Moradin. Born of the earth itself. With all of its strength and endurance. Some believed the child to be an avatar of the all forger himself(a silly myth to be sure). Whatever the belief of the dwarves they were loath to leave one so young in the wilds of the mines...And so they had taken the small child with them deep into the heart of Durmathroin to be raised.
Perhaps that is why he had turned out the way he had. Maybe that was where he got his unyielding stubborness from and his uncanny sense of loyalty.
But the simple truth was this...As he grew his skin continued to harden, taking on the look of slate and granite with a similar hardness. His eyes a pair of gems that flickered with his emotions. The rock like form of his body ripple with veins of what appeared to be precious metals at some points. And as he aged his body grew more powerful, more enduring, and yet he never sacrificed any of his quickness. The towering figure able to do the work of a great number with his raw strength and power, yet able to act with precision that bellied his imposing figure.
For years he had lived within the city helping to move carts of debris, rubble, minerals and even gems and precious metals. Swinging heavy picks, pumping the powerful bellows of the forge, dragging heavy doors and towering barricades. Building parts for the Dwarven Sidewinders, a catapult specifically designed for use in the cavernous alleys in the earth, designed to fire sideways down the narrow halls and walkways deep beneath the earth. Crafting imposing barricades that spanned and guarded the great gates of the dwarven city. Working tirelessly day and night in Dumathoin's guards. Learning the pathways in the darkest parts of the world. Digging great trenches and shifting mountains worth of dirt and rock to build new walls or divert underground rivers. And ALWAYS searching for the dead that no doubt labored to find a way into their domain.
The dead would one day come...And the dwarves and Mardocc of the Ironheart would be waiting...
