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« on: January 10, 2012, 07:48:09 AM »

Name
Alrick Kinson

Gender
Male

Age
103 years

Race
Dwarf

Tribe
Kiingerim

Occupation
Alrick was a breaker for his home city, Tyr Faerath. The job of the breakers is to be the first to face the enemy on the battlefield, and cut them down. Alrick has also acquired trading skills from his mother and father. Trading is now his primary occupation.  

Title
Bone Crusher

Appearance
   Height
He is a few nailsbreadths taller than 1 ped.

   Weight
2 Pygges, 4 Hebs, 1 Hafeb, 4 Ods, 5 Muts.

   Hair
Alrick has very black hair that goes a few nailsbreadths past his shoulders. He also has a black beard that is down to his knees.

   Eye Colour
Deep, black eyes that are very common in the Kiingerim tribe.

   Skin Colour
Alrick's skin is not touched by the sun a lot, but is enough so as not to be pale.

   Physical Appearance
Alrick has straight legs and a straight back which is not common in other dwarven tribes. He has very broad shoulders, and is very stout. Alrick has very good balance due to his stoutness, and his straight back. His black eyes are very deeply set above his thick cheeks. His ears are large but always hidden underneath his long hair. Alrick's nose is large, and contains hairs from his beard inside it. He has very thin, light pink lips that are covered by his thick beard.

Clothing
For a day of trading, Alrick wears a short grey robe that goes to his knees. With this he wears a large belt, that has a buckle made of silver. Under his cloak, he wears a grey tunic. Alrick has another set of clothing just like the previous, except in white instead of grey. But when Alrick is doing his duties as a breaker, he wears armour and carries an axe. His armour is made out of many metal chains linked together, and he also wears a helmet into battle.

Personality
Alrick is a very talkative dwarf towards any race, and once he has a few ales, he becomes even more social (if that's possible). He is nice and sympathetic in so many ways, but when people start feeling sorry for themselves, Alrick begins to dislike them. When one begins to talk about small problems that they have, Alrick gets very annoyed and almost always walks away. When he is on the battlefield, he is a completely different dwarf. Alrick has no mercy for his enemies, and slaughters any that come in the way of him and his axe. Trading business is a huge part of his family, therefore he's a very good "swindler". Alrick is very straightforward, and when someone asks for his opinion, he is not afraid to share it. He always sticks by what he feels is right, and is swayed by no one once his heart is set on something.  

Strengths
   Axe: Alrick is very skilled in melee with axes. The axe he wields is 1.5 peds long, used for crushing shields and breaking through enemy defenses.
   Fighting: Once in "fight mode" Alrick can fight up to 6 enemies at once, and defend against them. This strength has been proven on the battlefield to be very handy and life saving.    
   Trade: Alrick is very good at bargaining. He makes people think what he's trading them is worth as much as what he's trading for. But usually he cheats them, but is very convincing and can trade about any item he's trying to get rid of, for a more useful one.

Weaknesses
   Battle Rage: Although Alrick is very skilled in combat, he gets carried away in battle more often than not. Even when the battle has been clearly lost by the enemy, Alrick will keep slaughtering the enemy as if his life depended on it. He has to be stopped by his comrades (which usually works).
   Boundaries: He is unaware of peoples' personal space, no matter who or what they are, Alrick will immediately strike up conversation with them. He tends to get very close to people so they're almost nose to nose. Many people that aren't too fond of dwarves greatly dislike when he does this, especially if they'd rather go to bed then listen to him talk. Alrick also gets very loud when he starts drinking, which annoys people as well (who are thinking about rest).
   Speech: Alrick grew up in a lower class family, which means he's less educated. His grammar and vocabulary are next to atrocious. This weakness greatly impedes on his trade and his day-to-day life.
   Sorrow: It's not often that this will happen, but from time to time Alrick gets so depressed over the loss of Bolo, that he drinks until he passes out. When he passes out, hopefully he's not in a shadey area, because once he's out, anyone can do anything they want to him. But so far he's been lucky and he's woken up in a nice, warm bed.

History


Childhood
Alrick Kinson was born to his mother, Hietta, and father, Leroy. He has two older sisters and one younger brother. His family was poor at the time of his birth, and lived in a smaller house than most of the other Kingerim dwarves. It was hard for Alrick and his siblings to get food and drink, their mother and father were traders. Usually all Kiingerim dwarves were brilliant traders, but the Kinson family didn't have much to trade.For a time Leroy was a milcher, he rounded up Milch goats for dairy and meat. This is the most dangerous job for a Kiingerim dwarf, and more dwarves get killed as milchers than they do as soldiers. But as the children got older, they started to trade as well, and Alrick was the perfect guy for the job. Him and his family moved into a larger house and obtained more furniture to make it more comfortable.

Baregozar
Alrick didn't need to think twice about what he was going to be, a fighter. But of what kind was not yet certain to him. The Denerim of the clan took all of the young dwarves individually into counsel, choosing professoins, what they would contribute, and the consequences of their decisions. "Warrior." The word shot from his lips the moment he was face to face with the Denerim. "Are you interested in a specific field of fighting, Alrick?" He didn't know, "Something that brings me as close to the enemy as I can get." The Denerim had been doing this a long time, and knew exactly the right profession for the adolescent. "A Breaker." Alrick made no response. "That is what you will do, fight for Tyre Faereth, and fight for justice." At that moment, Alrick knew what he would be doing for the rest of his life.  

Breaker
All of his siblings were perfectley content to live their lives trading, but not Alrick. He was more interested in the Tyr Faerath army. Although he knew he woudn't get much real life fighting, for Tyr Faerath didn't have any threats of battle for a long time, he was still very interested. Alrick was always a big, burley dwarf, and knew exactly what type of soldier he wanted to be, a breaker. In his opinion the breakers were the biggest and badest of all the soldiers, they were the ones who met the enemy face-to-face. His family was very supportive of this choice of action, and he joined. He loved being a breaker, and no one else did the job better than he could. Alrick never fought in any wars or giant battles, but he did fight in a few skirmishes.

Wirrutharoon
It was time to present his skills as a Breaker to the Elders. Alrick knew he was one of the best, he was confident, but nervous. It is always good to have a healthy fear, he thought, his knuckles turning white from the firm grip on his axe. He stood facing them, the elder in the middle spoke, "We request a service of you." Then the one on the far right spoke, "To prove to us your contribution to the clan, and the whole of the Kiingerim." Now the Elder on the left spoke, this one had the most daunting eyes, they made you meet their gaze, "To prove to us your strength, we request that you bring us the head of the leader of the Chyrakisth orcs that raid our city." Alrick stood motionless as he concentrated so heavily on every word spoken, "Of course, I would be delighted." He was dismissed, and walked to the arena for a bit of night training.

The Chyrakisth
The Chyrakisth Orcs consist of the utmost cruelty of any mortal being. They're blood thirsty and savage, therefore this was one of the most challenging battles of Alrick's life. It was a cool, fall night, all of the breakers were in the training arena, enhancing their skills with the large axes they so brilliantly wielded. As Alrick was in mid-swing to chop off a dummies head, one of the guards came bursting into the large arena and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Orcs, Chyrakisth Orcs, coming near the gates!" The fellers threw their many axes, and killed many of the orcs, but there was a fair number of them yet to come. Alrick already had an image of the horrible beasts in his head, 2 sharp pointed teeth bared, towering peds above the dwarves, and glowering eyes that couldn't escape his thoughts. For the first time in awhile, Alrick was scared. At the moment the breakers arrived at the gate, the fight for their lives began. There was 200 breakers against 150 orcs.

Poison
Right from the get-go the 2 breakers that were on either side of Alrick were slaughtered. Usually each breaker could take at least 5 enemies at a time, but now they were lucky if they could take on 1. But in return he saw 2 orcs fall dead to the ground. Immediately 2 of the biggest and baddest looking orcs came straight for Alrick, towering and barraling after him. There was no where to run, one of the orcs took a huge, powerful swing at his head, but the height difference had its advantages. He ducked, and swung his giant axe at one of the orcs knees, it was horribly injured, but still didn't go down. It was 2 against 1, and Alrick had his back to one of the orcs, and paid the price. The orc stabbed him with his dagger right in the back, Alrick was hurt, but not bad enough. He swung around in a full circle and chopped off its head. Luckily, Alrick took a double take of his victim, and realized that it was the leader of the orcs. He saw the other one's head fall to the ground as well, when its entire body fell to the ground, the wielder of the axe that potentially save Alrick's life came into view. His best friend, Bolo, had cut off the orc's head with his mighty axe. Then the soldiers came to the aid of the breakers and the tide was turning against the orcs. But still, many dwarves fell to the hands of the Chyrakisth beasts, Alrick and Bolo saw one of them throw a dart from a distance towards one of the soldiers. The soldier was hit square in the neck and writhed in pain. Poison darts were not the most common of weapon choices for the Chyrakisth Orcs, but at times they were their favorite. Then, it was time for the raiders to do their job, they flanked the enemy, and the beasts were destroyed.  

Recovery
*Chuckles* "That was one tough, but exciting battle! Eh Alrick?" *Hardy laugh* "Ah my dearest friend Bolo, you always seem to find the light even in the darkest of times."
There were many dead and wounded Tyr Faereth fighters on the battlefield. The soldier who had been poisoned by the dart was now dead, black liquid trickled from his wound. It took well into the early hours of daybreak to clean up the grounds in front of the gate, everyone was completely exhausted. Alrick had even forgoten that he had been injured. He only remembered when he felt an itch that was his gash forming into a scab. Bolo noticed Alrick's wound for the first time, and looked almost frightened. Alrick realized his friends concern and said, "What's life without a few scratches?" (Alrick got stabbed by one of the orcs in the back) Bolo responded by saying, "Real friends stab you in the front, not the back." *laughing* "I would prefer to not be stabbed at all!"
Before leaving the battlefield, Alrick picked up the head of the Chyrakisth Orcs leader, put it in a sac, and presented it to the elders. "Alrick Kinson, you have now completed your task." said one of the elders. "You have shown great strength." Now the final elder spoke, "We are proud to say that you have now passed your wirratharoon." Alrick could not believe what he was hearing, although he knew this was coming, "Thank you so much," he said flabbergasted, and left the hall of the elders only to enter the hall of his thoughts.
Alrick and all of the other fighters got to go home after the clean-up, right when he walked in the door of his home, he was bombarded with questions from his loved ones. When his mother found the wound he had obtained, she was exassperated. She instantly cleaned his wound, so as not to get infected, and made him lay down. It was comforting. . . but how had his family gotten into his house? O well, he thought, that question can be answered later, for now rest was the only thing on his mind. His eyes slowly drooped shut, and he dozed off into dreams, where anything is possible.

The Milcher Boy
Years before the battle between the Tyr Faereth soldiers and the Chyrakisth Orcs, one of Alrick's sisters had, had a child. His name was Miller. He never really had a knack for trade, nor did he for fighting, so he became a milcher. Milchers were a crucial part in the day-to-day lives of the Kingerim dwarves, but no one ever wanted to do it. Miller and all of the other young, daring dwarves who did the job, would put their lives on the line every time they went out and rounded up milch goats. Miller's mother always feared that one day he wouldn't come back from the mountains where the wretched goats lived. Her fearful thoughts became reality one rainy day in Tyr Faereth. The rocky, steep mountain craigs left no room for footing, every step you took was a step closer to death. Without the rain it was dangerous, with rain death was sure to come. The supply of milch goats had been low that day, and Miller and two other young Dwarves were sent to gather some goats for the town. Only one returned, without any meat or milk, but with tears and sorrow.

In The Front
Alrick had a lot of sorrow in his life, the battle between the dwarves and orcs where many lives had been lost, and then the death of his nephew, what else could go wrong? He didn't think that anything else was worse than what he already endured, but he was mistaken.
It was a misty, foggy day, and there was word that on this particular day the Kingerim dwarves should be expecting an attack. No one knew when or from who, but none the less, they were ready. The fellers were perched on the walls ready to throw,the breakers were inside the city walls awaiting the use of their giant battle axes, and everyone else was in place, ready to attack if need be. The battle cry of the Chyrakisth Orcs  could be heard through the thick fog, they were coming with bad intentions. All of the Tyr Faereth fighters knew what happened last time, although they won the battle, they didn't leave it without scars. All that ran through the dwarves minds was the image of their enemy. The fog made everything so difficult, all of the sudden the orcs came into view and the fellers were taken by suprise. They all threw their axes, but only a few of the orcs went down, the mist was spraying in the feller's eyes, impeding their vision. This time Alrick was not afraid, he was the first breaker to enter the enemie's front lines, and the rest followed suite.

Not The Back
Bolo and Alrick were shoulder-to-shoulder, it seemed there were more orcs then last time. Left and right bodies were falling hard to the ground, dwarves and orcs alike. An orc was engaging Bolo, the orc moved a little quicker. Having speed advantage, he took a swipe at his shoulder. Bolo felt enourmas pain flow through his arm, up into his hand, and his whole left side went numb. Alrick saw this happen, and became furious, he swung his axe around and took of it's head. Bolo smiled, but became nervous as he met his friend's gaze. Hate and anger filled Alrick's eyes as the pursuit of battle overcame him. One after another Alrick slew the orcs mercilusley. The battle was dying down on their side of the field, and Bolo walked up behind Alrick to get him back to reality, and shake him out of his "battle rage." But Alrick was lost in the moment, he was in "battle mode." His instinct told him it was an enemy, he slashed at Bolo through the stomach. When he saw his victim's face, his entire body went flush. He stared into his best friend's eyes, tears streaming down, "I'm sorry. . . " Alrick could barely get the words out. Bolo's eyes flickered, then shut, and he fell farther onto the blade. Alrick took it out, laid his axe down, and fell over his companion's dead body. He didn't want to let go, he didn't want to face the horrible truth at what he had done. Battle was raging on around him, but no one took notice, for they probably thought him dead.
"Al!". . . "Alrick!". . . "Alrick Kinson!" The Elengeron of the breakers tried to pry Alrick off Bolo's body, but he refused. He never wanted to let go, he couldn't, this was his friend. The Elengeron didn't know that what Alrick was on top of, was in fact his dearest friend's body. Again and again the Elengeron tried pulling him up, and finally he let him. When the Elengeron saw what was underneath, a single tear made a trail down his cheek. "I'm so sorry Kinson. . . he was a great and honorable dwarf." Alrick stared at his friend for a second, then turned to the Elengeron and said, "I know." He picked up Bolo's body, and wrapped it up in a spare cloak from the infermary.

Sorrow
After Alick sayed some closing words to his now life neglected friend, he went to a tavern. He couldn't remember which one, or how he really got there, but he went. Alrick didn't care if this would make him forget or not, he didn't want to forget anyway. He kept telling the bartender, "MORE BEER OVER HERE PLEASE!"  Others in the tavern were getting annoyed at how loud he was being, and started to leave. Some who were too drunk to notice, were the only ones to stay, and they enjoyed the company of the dwarf. But Alrick took no notice to any of them, he just kept drinking. He finished another, the room started getting unbalanced, everything spinning. Alrick fell to the ground from his stool, and was passed out in the middle of the tavern. He woke up, he looked exactly the same way he did after the battle, tired, sad, and bloodied.  

Trader
Nothing but lemon juice poured on a newly opened wound, could even come close to what Alrick felt. His beard was coated with dry blood, as was his axe. But the blood on his axe was not only from his enemies, but from his friend. He felt he could never pick that axe up again, he was too heart broken by what it. . .  by what he, had done. Family and friends either consoled him, or were too disgusted to look at him. Everyone knew his problem on the battlefield, but usually it was a pro, not a con. It didn't matter anyway, Alrick just wanted to be alone, to drown in his tears and his sorrow. But after days of this state of depression he found himself in, he would have no more of it. Alrick thought that this would be the last thing Bolo would've wanted, for him to give up. So he took on one of his greatest skills, and made it his life. . . trading.

Age of Never Choosing
Alrick was now 90 years of age, it was time for him to choose a mate. But that's not what would make him feel better, it would mend nothing if he found a mate. So the day he was supposed to choose, or be chosen, never came. The only love Alrick would ever be faithful to, was fighting. Alrick went down a path that never have an end, making evil get what it deserves, there has been and will always be evil in the world, that is for certain. But that is what he lived and breathed for, justice, and that would never change.

New Life
This type of life style was strage for Alrick. He was used to the exhileration and excitment that he got from battle. Trading was much different, uneventful and boring. Although Alrick was very, very good at it, it just wasn't his passion. He still practiced and trained the new recruits of the Tyr Faerath army from time-to-time, but he couldn't kill anymore.

Success
One day he was sent to a city 2 leagues away from Tyr Faerath on a trade-business trip. He was to trade his best items, for even better items in a market in another city. The city was small, but was a very productive location for traders and merchants alike. Alrick had a very successful day, so he continued to go on trips to large market cities. After awhile, Alrick went places that took 2-3 days journey to arrive, just to trade. But he wouldn't only go to trade, he found very simple things, very fascinating, and had a wonderful time traveling.

Now-a-Days
Alrick Kinson goes to many different places, all around the world. He trades a lot, but more than often he will take a day to go to various taverns, and drink. Alrick has met many people in many places, making friends all around. He tries not to go to the same place more than once, but from time to time he goes back and visits people who he has come to greatly admire.  

Possessions
   Clothing
2 robes, one grey and one white. Has a belt with a large buckle. Also, Alrick has 2 tunics to go with his cloaks. He also wears boots that are soft and go up nailsbreadths past his ankles.
   Weapon
Alrick weilds an axe, which he carries on his back. The holster type thing for his axe is made of leather.
   Miscellaneous
He always is lugging around trade items that he hauls around in his leath backpack. Alrick also has a belt pouch which he carries his sans in. He has 30 sans, but not for long, for he keeps spending them on drinks!
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« Reply #1 on: January 11, 2012, 09:48:19 AM »

Would any dwarves like to take a stab at this, I've never created a dwarf before and am not sure if I'm on the right track or not.
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« Reply #2 on: January 13, 2012, 02:07:35 PM »

I'm wondering if everything I have put down on my CD is acceptable and correct? If not please let me know, otherwise I will continue with my history.
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« Reply #3 on: January 13, 2012, 02:19:24 PM »

I don't have a dwarf character completed at the moment, although I have three underway. I've forgotten the name and password and everything else for one of them, however, I know he was an architect, but not a lot else about him. As such, I can't really speak on specifics about dwarves, however I did have a few general comments for you.

At a quick glance, the only thing I'd request, Alrick, is that you consider breaking some of your larger paragraphs up into smaller paragraphs. Some of those paragraphs under history are pretty large, particularly your one regarding the Nybelmar orcs.

I personally love his 'Boundaries' weakness. I'm jealous that I didn't think of something like that. :)

His armour might also be considered a strength for him as well ... The 'fighting' strength might be a bit much, but that's really not my call. :)

About the main thing I would suggest is that as well as your tribal entry, you read all the dwarf entries that are common to all dwarves (mating, occupation and so forth) if you haven't already and make sure you have included appropriate details from them in your CD. Of course, if there is something specific to your tribe that is at odds with what the common dwarf entry says, go with the tribal one, I'd say.

Of course if one of the mods, minis or Altario says something different, go with them.

Welcome to Santharia, by the way, it is great to see you around.

Dek Hardin
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« Reply #4 on: January 16, 2012, 07:37:41 AM »

Right, thanks Deklitch! For some reason I always seem to have trouble with the larger paragraphs and such. So I hope they're broken down to reasonable sizes. Also, I will check out the "specials" for dwarves. 

Much appreciation,
-Alrick
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« Reply #5 on: January 20, 2012, 07:46:38 AM »

Please, if there's any concerns about the way of my CD please let me know, I will hopefully be finished by this weekend.
Thank you to all,
Alrick the Dwarf!
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« Reply #6 on: January 20, 2012, 04:50:07 PM »

Greetings Alrick, and welcome to the Dream.

Are you looking for comments? If so, please change your message icon into Char status 2 - comments welcome. CD moderators do not check CDs if the pencil icon is showing.

Have a nice day.
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« Reply #7 on: January 21, 2012, 05:29:16 AM »

Thank you, but I'm not entirely finished with my history and stuff so I didn't want to change my char status. I am looking for comments, but just to help me along the way. So once I have completed the history and such I will change the char status to comments welcomed.
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« Reply #8 on: January 21, 2012, 10:18:21 AM »

Well, I'm finally finished. I haved changed my char status accordingly. Comments are welcomed!
-Alrick
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« Reply #9 on: January 22, 2012, 10:05:25 PM »

Hi Alrick,

Just a couple of quick things:

1) There's a large empty space at the base of your CD; if you'd just get rid of that it would feel more complete.

2) "Baddest" is spelt with two 'd's, not one.

3) He's not really a breaker any more, is he? It's a bit misleading to list that as his primary occupation.

4) Taking on seven foes at once is quite a feat. I think you've got some prime weaknesses that you can use: guilt over the death of his friend has all sorts of possibilities; his stubborness, and others. I'd feel you were more balanced with those.

5) On the details of dwarvenkind I can't help you, but you sound like you've done some reading, which is good.

6)  "Poison darts was a common yet uncommon weapon choice of the Chyrakisth Orcs". Apart from the lack of subject/verb agreement (you want "were"), there's an absolute contradiction in this sentence.

That's all for now; but a very nice start so far.

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« Reply #10 on: January 23, 2012, 01:19:46 AM »

Hey Leif,

1) I will have to find more to say!

2) Fixed

3)Fixed

4)I have changed it to six foes because in the description of Kiingerim Dwarves in the Breaker's section, it explains how a good breaker can take 5-6 enemies at once. So I don't think I need to add more weaknesses if that's a feat. of a good breaker anyway. But if I need to balance it out more please let me know!

5)Haha, I think I got it anyway!

6)Ya, changed it

Thank you very much for your time and help,
-Alrick
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« Reply #11 on: January 23, 2012, 01:28:22 AM »

Well, it sounds like you've done your homework!

Could you please try to colour your changes so that we can see what you've changed. I notice you added a weakness, but I might have missed it.

Other than that, looking good.

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« Reply #12 on: January 23, 2012, 01:39:20 AM »

Yep, I changed all of my edits to red. Also, the only way to get rid of the space is to write more, am I correct? When I added the Sorrow paragraph, the space was as large as it had been before.
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« Reply #13 on: January 23, 2012, 01:43:00 AM »

No, the gap is because you've hit enter too many times. Just delete it.
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« Reply #14 on: January 23, 2012, 02:26:38 AM »

Ahhhh, haha, ok sounds good. Thank you Leif!
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