Post by Orm on Aug 4, 2016 15:05:57 GMT -6
MALE. | 129. | DWARF. | OC. |
█ NAME
ORM
█ ALIAS
N/A
█ DATE OF BIRTH
21 MARCH
█ SEXUALITY
DEMISEXUAL
█ OCCUPATION
MINER / WRESTLER / STRONGMAN
ORM
█ ALIAS
N/A
█ DATE OF BIRTH
21 MARCH
█ SEXUALITY
DEMISEXUAL
█ OCCUPATION
MINER / WRESTLER / STRONGMAN
PERSONALITY
- Alignment: Lawful Good
- Alliance: Dwarves
- Personality: Perhaps you'd be forgiven for thinking of Orm as little more than a solid wall of muscle. In some respects his character matches exactly what you'd expect from someone of his stature. Boisterous, loud, and by no means the sharpest pickaxe in the mineshaft, Orm is always ready and willing to show off his great strength, and is permanently on the lookout for a chance to test his might in a bout of what he calls 'fisticuffs'. Yet a good part of Orm's rowdiness stems from his love of the simple pleasures in life - he eats loud, drinks loud, fights loud, laughs loud. Remarkably open-hearted, he makes little effort to disguise his emotions, often expressing himself in comical extremes of sorrow, compassion, joy, or righteous fury. Though quick to anger he is even quicker to forgive a slight and, once his loyalty is earned, he makes for an unshakable ally. His downfall may lie in his lack of foresight, however, as Orm is exactly the kind of trusting, guileless soul to get swept up in just such a ridiculous venture as the Quest for the Mountain.
- Appearance: Orm is, to put it plainly, the kind of person who is destined to be the muscle of any group he happens to find himself in. Built thick with muscle from years of hard mine-work and stark mountain air, he looms a good half-a-head taller than the average dwarf. As if that weren't enough to make him stand out from the throng, Orm doesn't appear to be as hirsute as most of his kindred. He likes to trim his beard down to a thickly curled moustache, and regularly shaves his skull aside from a single lock just above his brow. He prefers clothing that leaves his arms loose and mobile, and tends to favour apparel in deep browns and reds, though any clothing worn by Orm is likely to be hardy, well-worn, and heavily patched.
- Secrets
- Orm is afraid of spiders.
BIOGRAPHY
- Homeland: Ered Luin
- History: The tale of Orm's life has not, so far, been a particularly remarkable one. His family owns a small copper mine in the Blue Mountains, and from an early age Orm seemed set to carry on the family business. At first his prodigious size and strength showed promise; few in the Vale of Thráin could swing a pickaxe as hard and fast as Orm, which proved particularly handy on those nasty occasions when goblins would burrow into the shafts. However, Orm quickly proved an indifferent prospector, more adept at crushing goblin skulls than tapping seams of ore.
Every so often a number of the other miners would gather together of an evening to test their strength against each other, fist against fist. After joining in himself once or twice, Orm quickly took a liking to this new sport. He learned fast and well and ceaselessly, until one day there wasn't a dwarf on the mountain he couldn't lay out stone cold within a round. And Orm was bored again.
Orm left the mine without much fuss and bother. His family had already come to terms with the fact he would never be a very good miner, and would rather not have watched him try to eke out his living as a bad one. Wandering aimlessly for a while, Orm eventually settled in the town of Bree. He had to leave there too, though, once all the good inns had barred him for being too cheerfully rowdy. He's been an itinerant worker ever since, employing his considerable strength in various odd jobs, from the backwater villages of Bree-land to the Shire and back. There's always a use for a strong pair of arms, and Orm is happy enough with his simple life, though he still can't refuse a good brawl. And when adventure finally comes knocking, it won't find Orm wanting. - Family/Relatives
- Father
- Mother
- Brother(s?)
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