Description
Ten, maybe eleven feet in height, and almost as broad as a dwarf, this
black skinned, rust haired behemoth seems more a creature of some poor
child's nightmare than a living breathing being. But his sheer presence is
undeniable and cannot be ignored. Tall black boots, wide formless leggings
and a belt of solid leather complete the lower half, while a dark tunic,
perhaps leather, perhaps the skin of some other animal, and a pack filled
with gods only know what cover the top. About his person are various
weapons and outdoor gear, and a quick look up an down his frame shows that
Role
Guamel
Added Wed Feb 8 21:12:42 2006 at level 1:
Ah, fire. Fire fire everywhere. From fire we are born and to fire shall
we return. The kiss of fire cleans, burns, destroys and creates. The fire
from the mountain, from the volcano, rises and tempers what it does not ash.
From the fire comes the one law, strength, and that burns within Guamel. He knows
that death is not merely a passing moment of anger or frustration, but something
of importance to note, be it one you created or one you suffered. Each makes you
stronger, or will crumble your knees like soft mud.
Fur Guamel, a fifth son of a fifth son of the ruling Rah family, he had little
hope of political advancement, even with superior martial ability. So he sought
to increase his strenght, his power, outside the volcano home, to prove to his family
that he is not to be trifled with. And who are the greatest fighters, the finest
warriors in all the land? The BattleRagers. He has no love for magic, his older
siblings being taught such magics as part of their elder-child birthrights. And so
he will return stronger than any of them, and perhaps one day rule the volcano. Perhaps....