Gloirin Stonewall
Nov 17, 2015 9:11:22 GMT
Post by MarcDonati on Nov 17, 2015 9:11:22 GMT
Name: Gloirin Stonewall
Title(s): Stone-lord, One with the earth, The unmovable
Race: ( Dwarf ) Earth Genasi
Age: 50
Hair Length: About Shoulder length
Noticeable Features:
Brown skin, looks very similar to stone, the skin is noticeably thicker than it should be
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Black
Height: 4'2
Weight: 250kg
Body type: Short, Athletic and Stout
Born through a promise made by an earth elemental which was saved by the Stonewall Clan , a promise to create a dwarf linked more to the stone than most, a dwarf that could sense the earth as if it were a part of the stone itself, through this very promise Gloirin was made, the magic of the elemental was put into the fetus when it was growing, to become what he is today, a child of the stone, made from the stone, an earth genasi the elemental named it.
Growing up, he was a very relaxed child, and a child that liked keeping one task and doing it over and over, being quite happy while doing it, he liked the ground, being next to the stone made him comfortable, in his city this was perfect, he could stay in next to the stone and be happy, while doing what most would class menial tasks, at a young age his parents help him grow, mentally and emotionally, while giving him tasks to do, one of the many favorite tasks Gloirin liked doing was mining, he felt happy, and at home, more like himself, and at peace in the mines, his other favorite task was metalwork, working the forge and using his anvil, mining and smithing was his most favourite of tasks and kept him busy doing both, Gloirin followed the forge-father Moradin, in his religion, and kept him happy by doing tasks that kept himself happy, keeping his values to heart, learning more and more about the community and his religion, learning all of the basic and advanced things, all from history to combat.
For fifty years he lived a very happy life, or what he considered to be happy, living very simply, until an accident happened , where they had to move home, he only left with his pick, the dead of the dwarves started to raise and attack again, panicking, they fled to a new home, and new life, building anew, starting their lives over, but always watching, and listening for when the curse was next to happen, if any of their family, or kin died, they were, put into a special stone cairn, and then burned, to return to the stone.
Title(s): Stone-lord, One with the earth, The unmovable
Race: ( Dwarf ) Earth Genasi
Age: 50
Hair Length: About Shoulder length
Noticeable Features:
Brown skin, looks very similar to stone, the skin is noticeably thicker than it should be
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Black
Height: 4'2
Weight: 250kg
Body type: Short, Athletic and Stout
Born through a promise made by an earth elemental which was saved by the Stonewall Clan , a promise to create a dwarf linked more to the stone than most, a dwarf that could sense the earth as if it were a part of the stone itself, through this very promise Gloirin was made, the magic of the elemental was put into the fetus when it was growing, to become what he is today, a child of the stone, made from the stone, an earth genasi the elemental named it.
Growing up, he was a very relaxed child, and a child that liked keeping one task and doing it over and over, being quite happy while doing it, he liked the ground, being next to the stone made him comfortable, in his city this was perfect, he could stay in next to the stone and be happy, while doing what most would class menial tasks, at a young age his parents help him grow, mentally and emotionally, while giving him tasks to do, one of the many favorite tasks Gloirin liked doing was mining, he felt happy, and at home, more like himself, and at peace in the mines, his other favorite task was metalwork, working the forge and using his anvil, mining and smithing was his most favourite of tasks and kept him busy doing both, Gloirin followed the forge-father Moradin, in his religion, and kept him happy by doing tasks that kept himself happy, keeping his values to heart, learning more and more about the community and his religion, learning all of the basic and advanced things, all from history to combat.
For fifty years he lived a very happy life, or what he considered to be happy, living very simply, until an accident happened , where they had to move home, he only left with his pick, the dead of the dwarves started to raise and attack again, panicking, they fled to a new home, and new life, building anew, starting their lives over, but always watching, and listening for when the curse was next to happen, if any of their family, or kin died, they were, put into a special stone cairn, and then burned, to return to the stone.
