Player info: Name: Tex Pronoun: Him E-Mail: texside@gmail.com Other Contact: AIM: The Tex Side
Character Basics Name: Bograak the Foe-Cleaver Class: Berserker Age: Early forties. Gender/Sex: Male Birthdate: Sometime in spring. Birthplace: Somewhere in Pakerion's wilds. PB: Stoick the Vast, How to Train Your Dragon
Appearance Natural Hair/Eye Color: Brown, Green Height: 6' 6" or so. Body Type: Massive. Bograak is a wall of muscle, with a giant beer belly. He has a huge beard and he can rock the hardcore barbarian look like no one else. His baking apron is 4XL sized. He's merely not quite Rasmus-sized. Appearance Misc: Nyet.
Background Summary: Bograak the Foe-Cleaver hails from the northern wilds of Pakerion. His father, Hembuuk, was merely the Foe-Cleaver before him. His line, given its lack of a last name, called the eldest male fighter the Foe-Cleaver. Everyone else was their relative. His was a simple upbringing: lots of axe swinging, some practice with a simple round shield, and learning to be a brutal but defensive fighter. The Foe-Cleaver protects his allies, while cleaving foes.
When he came of age, he was tasked with the six things he had to do to claim his title. The tasks were the typical things one would expect of him, given by his father: slay a hundred crocobears, fight an immense dragon, drink a thousand mugs of ale, and the like. Bograak really didn't remember the three that came after the thousand mugs of ale. He became the Foe-Cleaver, then, and set off on a life of bloody adventure and awesome drinking!
Except... Bograak also learned he liked to bake. He tried his hand at it when he was in the Undertow; he never really knew why he did. He just knew he liked to bake cakes for people. He liked the happy looks on their faces, the utter surprise when his massive frame darted across the Undertow to present a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting on it.
He ended up on Earth while hunting crabs -- and dropped down with them into Underwood. This is, incidentally, when he gained awareness. He doesn't quite understand what happened; he has been roaming Bastantown ever since, after a cop gave him a ride. He has also been trying Earth's fantabulous cakes.
And loving them.
PC Information and Roleplay History: Bograak was a level 100 defensive Berserker who was main tank for his league. He was roleplayed sometimes, but a really simple personality: basically honorable, loves the ale, and likes smashing things. Except, he also did cooking for food-related buffs for his guild's raids. His player, Sebastian, made this an IC joke; the massive, muscled Bograak liked to bake.
In fact, about sixty percent of his scenes were jokes about how much Bograak loved to bake.
Sebastian was from New York. He died on IC Wednesday, when his apartment building collapsed during the merge.
Personality General Overview: Bograak is a very simple fellow. He has big appetites and big mirths. He loves to eat, drink, and smash things with his axe. This is a man who finds joy in life and doesn't ask a lot from it; he is happy because he is not very complicated in his thought processes. Specifically, he is proud of his past; he considers the Foe-Cleaver to be a title he earned and a powerful charge to protect people. He has a good sense of humor, loves a good laugh, and he is honorable.
Of course, becoming real threw a wrench into that. It's not that Bograak is unhappy, per se; he likes protecting people and smashing skulls as much as he ever did. But now, when he reflects on the happiness people feel when he bakes things, Bograak sees that he can make something and feel rewarded because of creating, not just mindless violence.
It bothers him. He wants more out of life, now; he wants that feeling.
Bograak is still a simple guy, though. He is not smart, nor is he patient. He is used to getting things quickly -- a wall of muscle is brought ale and meat when he demands it, damn it! He does not like complicated things or slow things, like bureaucracy. He also is not exactly a problem-solver.
Bograak the Foe-Cleaver
Name: Tex
Pronoun: Him
E-Mail: texside@gmail.com
Other Contact: AIM: The Tex Side
Character Basics
Name: Bograak the Foe-Cleaver
Class: Berserker
Age: Early forties.
Gender/Sex: Male
Birthdate: Sometime in spring.
Birthplace: Somewhere in Pakerion's wilds.
PB: Stoick the Vast, How to Train Your Dragon
Appearance
Natural Hair/Eye Color: Brown, Green
Height: 6' 6" or so.
Body Type: Massive. Bograak is a wall of muscle, with a giant beer belly. He has a huge beard and he can rock the hardcore barbarian look like no one else. His baking apron is 4XL sized. He's merely not quite Rasmus-sized.
Appearance Misc: Nyet.
Background
Summary: Bograak the Foe-Cleaver hails from the northern wilds of Pakerion. His father, Hembuuk, was merely the Foe-Cleaver before him. His line, given its lack of a last name, called the eldest male fighter the Foe-Cleaver. Everyone else was their relative. His was a simple upbringing: lots of axe swinging, some practice with a simple round shield, and learning to be a brutal but defensive fighter. The Foe-Cleaver protects his allies, while cleaving foes.
When he came of age, he was tasked with the six things he had to do to claim his title. The tasks were the typical things one would expect of him, given by his father: slay a hundred crocobears, fight an immense dragon, drink a thousand mugs of ale, and the like. Bograak really didn't remember the three that came after the thousand mugs of ale. He became the Foe-Cleaver, then, and set off on a life of bloody adventure and awesome drinking!
Except... Bograak also learned he liked to bake. He tried his hand at it when he was in the Undertow; he never really knew why he did. He just knew he liked to bake cakes for people. He liked the happy looks on their faces, the utter surprise when his massive frame darted across the Undertow to present a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting on it.
He ended up on Earth while hunting crabs -- and dropped down with them into Underwood. This is, incidentally, when he gained awareness. He doesn't quite understand what happened; he has been roaming Bastantown ever since, after a cop gave him a ride. He has also been trying Earth's fantabulous cakes.
And loving them.
PC Information and Roleplay History: Bograak was a level 100 defensive Berserker who was main tank for his league. He was roleplayed sometimes, but a really simple personality: basically honorable, loves the ale, and likes smashing things. Except, he also did cooking for food-related buffs for his guild's raids. His player, Sebastian, made this an IC joke; the massive, muscled Bograak liked to bake.
In fact, about sixty percent of his scenes were jokes about how much Bograak loved to bake.
Sebastian was from New York. He died on IC Wednesday, when his apartment building collapsed during the merge.
Personality
General Overview: Bograak is a very simple fellow. He has big appetites and big mirths. He loves to eat, drink, and smash things with his axe. This is a man who finds joy in life and doesn't ask a lot from it; he is happy because he is not very complicated in his thought processes. Specifically, he is proud of his past; he considers the Foe-Cleaver to be a title he earned and a powerful charge to protect people. He has a good sense of humor, loves a good laugh, and he is honorable.
Of course, becoming real threw a wrench into that. It's not that Bograak is unhappy, per se; he likes protecting people and smashing skulls as much as he ever did. But now, when he reflects on the happiness people feel when he bakes things, Bograak sees that he can make something and feel rewarded because of creating, not just mindless violence.
It bothers him. He wants more out of life, now; he wants that feeling.
Bograak is still a simple guy, though. He is not smart, nor is he patient. He is used to getting things quickly -- a wall of muscle is brought ale and meat when he demands it, damn it! He does not like complicated things or slow things, like bureaucracy. He also is not exactly a problem-solver.
Personality keywords: brave, brash, loud, good-humored, thoughtful, simple-minded
Flaws: impatient, short-tempered, wants more, stupid