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It was in Citadel Felbarr that Saevio grew to be a well-adjusted, Dwarven boy...until he started growing taller and taller and suffered a cultural identity-crisis. It was then that he travelled, by his own words, to the country of Cormyr...quoted as "the most mentally deficient place on Toril". It was here that the ceiling for his skill with using and crafting weapons skyrocketed. But alas, he would leave the crappy country behind to move East, towards the actually interesting parts of Faerun. He passed through Rashemen and claims to've joined a Lodge there, only to leave it behind and settle in Shou Lung. | It was in Citadel Felbarr that Saevio grew to be a well-adjusted, Dwarven boy...until he started growing taller and taller and suffered a cultural identity-crisis. It was then that he travelled, by his own words, to the country of Cormyr...quoted as "the most mentally deficient place on Toril". It was here that the ceiling for his skill with using and crafting weapons skyrocketed. But alas, he would leave the crappy country behind to move East, towards the actually interesting parts of Faerun. He passed through Rashemen and claims to've joined a Lodge there, only to leave it behind and settle in Shou Lung. | ||
It | It's 'during' Shou Lung that this story, whether true or false, takes a more sober turn. A man forged with the fires of hate and anger, tempered by his own blood and that of his many enemies...fell in love. A deep love, it was, and none truer. A love that took physical form and produced for him and his woman a beautiful, baby girl. But desiny sought no reprieve for the barbarian as he approached the happy twilight of his life; it shook the snowglobe and caused a storm. Wife and child killed and a man displaced, thrown into the grips of the Multiverse with naught but a baby's blanket and two hammers. This is where we find Saevio Silverbludgeon now, for better or for worse, to face the challenges to come. | ||
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Revision as of 00:44, 31 July 2013
| Saevio Silverbludgeon | |||||||
| Male Human | |||||||
| Player: Krookodile | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Saevio Silverbludgeon | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Suaveo, talldwarf | |||||||||
| Age: | Middle-Aged | |||||||||
| Deity: | Strides with a shaken faith | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Weaponsmith | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | N/A | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Toril | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 6'0 | |||||||||
| Weight: | Bulky | |||||||||
| Eyes: | A proud green | |||||||||
| Hair: | Black, greying | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Dark/tanned, normal | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Herculean | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Excessively scarred | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Killing, drinking, and fucking | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| Ahurr'aznn Dr'thkazia - A warhammer that glows a soft gold, growling as it whirls through the air from the wolf chiseled at its back.
K'rta'th Gurazia - A second warhammer chipped from a large block of adamantine. It crackles with electricity and leaves a trail of sparks behind each swing. | ||||||||||
Empirically
Saevio Silverbludgeon is a tall man, towering at six feet. He carries himself with a veteran musculature, distributed in thick but even doses throughout his form. Bulky without appearing overbearing, Saevio marks his step without submission and with his head held high. Black hair, hinting at a light grey, cascades down to his thick trapezius muscles - its complimented by greying scruff found along his face. A scar runs a diagonal length across his lips, noting that they were once split apart.
The years he's stacked are offset by the vigor found in his emerald eyes; a physical feature that makes it impossible to betray his young spirit. It's a noble, uncompromising look that even his ripening age has not been able to catch.
On his left bicep is etched a large, red X. His right bicep depicts a pink sakura flower underneath two crossed silver-hammers.
Historically
Historically, Saevio's an open book. But that doesn't stop people from conjecturing about him over a flagon or two!
Born on Toril and raised by Dwarves, it's not entirely clear to the public ear how he became a foster child. It's said he was a Noble's son, kidnapped and ransomed off to the highest bidder - that happened to be a Duergar. Of course, those dark creatures don't really have exceptional prospects at living a long life. Found by a Dwarven contingency, he was adopted into the Silverbludgeon family and renamed Saevio (which, for those versed in the rough Dwarven dialects means, "tantrum, rage").
It was in Citadel Felbarr that Saevio grew to be a well-adjusted, Dwarven boy...until he started growing taller and taller and suffered a cultural identity-crisis. It was then that he travelled, by his own words, to the country of Cormyr...quoted as "the most mentally deficient place on Toril". It was here that the ceiling for his skill with using and crafting weapons skyrocketed. But alas, he would leave the crappy country behind to move East, towards the actually interesting parts of Faerun. He passed through Rashemen and claims to've joined a Lodge there, only to leave it behind and settle in Shou Lung.
It's 'during' Shou Lung that this story, whether true or false, takes a more sober turn. A man forged with the fires of hate and anger, tempered by his own blood and that of his many enemies...fell in love. A deep love, it was, and none truer. A love that took physical form and produced for him and his woman a beautiful, baby girl. But desiny sought no reprieve for the barbarian as he approached the happy twilight of his life; it shook the snowglobe and caused a storm. Wife and child killed and a man displaced, thrown into the grips of the Multiverse with naught but a baby's blanket and two hammers. This is where we find Saevio Silverbludgeon now, for better or for worse, to face the challenges to come.