Helm Greycastle
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Karma: 2 |  | Trystram Tallstag
« Thread Started on Dec 22, 2006, 5:12am » | |
Race: Human
Age:24
Class: Paladin/Fighter (paladin of Torm)
Gender: Male
Racial Hostility: The world is too small and life too short to harbor such hate
Job: Adventurer
Mental Status: As far as he's concerned, sane (maybe pattersmith put him over the edge just a little)
Description: You see a Huge man that stands at 6'4 and weighs in the nieghborhood of about 190 pounds. He is incredibly muscular and walks with the steady gait of an accomplished warrior. He has long flowing brown hair that travels to the middle of his back. His bangs are in the traditional northman braids and he has a long well-kept beard. His face looks hard enough to break rocks but also has an aura of gentleness about it his soft gray eyes. He has a tattoo of an elk on his cheek, resembling that he's from he Elk Tribe of the Uthgaardt barbarians of icewind dale. He has a great sword strapped to his back and a composite bow on the other side. Theirs a Quiver full of arrows on his hip balanced by a long fighting dagger. He is wearing well kept sturdy chainmail armor with parts of fur worked into the armor for warmth and has Hide boots on his feet with bearhide leggings.
Example post: Trystram walked along the winding roads headed toward no destination in particular, it was a clear sunny mornng, the birds chirping in the crisp early breeze. He felt at peace on the road..away from all the feuds of his people and the harshness of the land..But there was some parts he missed about his homeland every once in a while. But when he thought of all the positive things they were outweighed by all the bad. Trystram sighed to himself and enjoyed a simple breakfast of bread, cheese, and dried meat while washing it down with a great gulp of ale from his skin. After walking for the better part of a day, he noticed a sign that read, "City of Graycastle, Next ten miles." After pondering for a moment he decided that maybe it would be helpful if he stopped at the city and looked around..maybe hear something about a man he had been hunting since waterdeep. A vile bard named Red Cloak. Who Trystram had caught him after kidnapping a nobleman's daughter and holding her for ransom. After killing nearly all of the members of his party and arresting him on charges of kidnapping, he eluded capture and has been on the run ever since. And Trystram from then on had made it his primary goal to bring this man to justice via blade or shackles..he would do it. Sighing, Trystram headed down the road to Graycastle.
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