Post by kormin on Aug 1, 2008 7:47:01 GMT -5
Name: Kormin Rocksplinter
Gender: M
Age: 30 years
Species: Wood Mouse
Occupation: Miner, ex-slave, ex-village commander, current wandering avenger
Physical Appearance: Kormin is a small mouse with a elongated nose and ears that could kill, if the were made out of metal. He is muscled from years of working in the granite quarry, near his home village, but he is also heavily scarred from his time as a slave in the granite mine and from the fighting to get free from that slavery. The fur around his scars is brown, which could be why his vermin slave masters renamed him ‘mud’, his eyes are a lighter shade of brown.
Attire: His clothing is a black, well now its gray, tunic. He has a chest plate, made from cloth covered in short strips of bark, once used for mining now used for fighting.
Possessions: Besides any food he manages to scavenger and put in his knapsack, he doesn’t carry much. Flint, so he can make a fire, some fishing lines, and his trusty cutlass.
Personality:
Kormin is a calm creature, without a mean bone in his body. Says what he thinks and means what he said. Good to have if you want down to earth answers to your questions. Plus, extra bonus, he has no temper what so ever…if you don’t count a somewhat mild case of bloodwrath.
Strengths:
Mining, a little skill in farming, building things from stone, and Bloodwrath
Weaknesses:
Bloodwrath, drinking, he feels honor bound to help anyone in trouble no matter what. Deep water, heights, and lightning
History:
the first 14 years of his life were rather uneventful. He learned the basics of mining and farming, his villages two major productions, manners, tricks to trading. Everything that his parents thought would help him in life. The only really event that happened was a storm. When he was 10 a storm swept through, up rooting trees and destroying most of the village, including his own home, and he’s been scared by storms eve since.
When he was 15 he enter the mine and joined in the village’s main source of trade. When he turned 18, there was a party and everything, which was fun, but later that year was when a roving band of…. well they called themselves liberators, but in truth they were a ragtag assortments of creatures out to conquer anything weaker then they were. And unfortunately a village comprised of miners and farmers was just the thing. After a short bloody battle the village surrendered and all the new slaves were given their one choice for the next 3 years… “Mines or Fields”.
For three years they toiled under the vermin, each beast was under feed and over worked. Many of the older villagers didn’t make the first year even more didn’t make the second, on the third only the strongest were still alive. Work in the field was slightly easier if only barely. the only time they got any sort of break was when the vermin went raiding, for more slaves or more loot it didn’t matter. One of these times Mud was angered beyond reason: the guards, the ones to young or old for raiding, were at one of their usual games, torment the old slaves. They tickled the old fella with their spear points, never drawing blood but never allowing the old one to relax. Finally one of them got bored and instead of finding a new old beast to torment, the guard impaled the oldie on the end of his spear.
Something snapped inside Kormin, he rushed the guard and ripped the guards cutlass from his belt and gutted the vermin on the spot. After a couple hours fighting all the vermin guards were dead and the village retaken. The villagers started building walls from the stone they had been mining for years, the town had turned from simple village to bustling war camp.
When the vermin horde returned, haling their new treasure, they got a nasty surprise, the meek village they had left was fitted out like a fortress and had plenty of creatures to defend it. After a couple days of raiding the village the vermin commander made a decision; he, and horde, rushed the defenses, and a bloody battle ensued. The battle lasted a lot longer then the first and was a lot costlier for both sides, true the vermin had the villagers outnumbered, but the villagers had a score to pay the vermin back for.
It was 5 days latter before the vermin broke for the last time and ran for the last time. A mere ten of the villagers had survived the bloodbath and even less of the vermin survived. Kormin felt that the destruction of his village was his fault, if he had kept himself under control none of this would of happened. So he left, taking a few things with him, and started the long march south. Towards Mossflower
Relationships:
most of his family and friends died in the battle for his village or as slaves under the vermin rule
Other
errrrrrrm no nothing comes to mind
Gender: M
Age: 30 years
Species: Wood Mouse
Occupation: Miner, ex-slave, ex-village commander, current wandering avenger
Physical Appearance: Kormin is a small mouse with a elongated nose and ears that could kill, if the were made out of metal. He is muscled from years of working in the granite quarry, near his home village, but he is also heavily scarred from his time as a slave in the granite mine and from the fighting to get free from that slavery. The fur around his scars is brown, which could be why his vermin slave masters renamed him ‘mud’, his eyes are a lighter shade of brown.
Attire: His clothing is a black, well now its gray, tunic. He has a chest plate, made from cloth covered in short strips of bark, once used for mining now used for fighting.
Possessions: Besides any food he manages to scavenger and put in his knapsack, he doesn’t carry much. Flint, so he can make a fire, some fishing lines, and his trusty cutlass.
Personality:
Kormin is a calm creature, without a mean bone in his body. Says what he thinks and means what he said. Good to have if you want down to earth answers to your questions. Plus, extra bonus, he has no temper what so ever…if you don’t count a somewhat mild case of bloodwrath.
Strengths:
Mining, a little skill in farming, building things from stone, and Bloodwrath
Weaknesses:
Bloodwrath, drinking, he feels honor bound to help anyone in trouble no matter what. Deep water, heights, and lightning
History:
the first 14 years of his life were rather uneventful. He learned the basics of mining and farming, his villages two major productions, manners, tricks to trading. Everything that his parents thought would help him in life. The only really event that happened was a storm. When he was 10 a storm swept through, up rooting trees and destroying most of the village, including his own home, and he’s been scared by storms eve since.
When he was 15 he enter the mine and joined in the village’s main source of trade. When he turned 18, there was a party and everything, which was fun, but later that year was when a roving band of…. well they called themselves liberators, but in truth they were a ragtag assortments of creatures out to conquer anything weaker then they were. And unfortunately a village comprised of miners and farmers was just the thing. After a short bloody battle the village surrendered and all the new slaves were given their one choice for the next 3 years… “Mines or Fields”.
For three years they toiled under the vermin, each beast was under feed and over worked. Many of the older villagers didn’t make the first year even more didn’t make the second, on the third only the strongest were still alive. Work in the field was slightly easier if only barely. the only time they got any sort of break was when the vermin went raiding, for more slaves or more loot it didn’t matter. One of these times Mud was angered beyond reason: the guards, the ones to young or old for raiding, were at one of their usual games, torment the old slaves. They tickled the old fella with their spear points, never drawing blood but never allowing the old one to relax. Finally one of them got bored and instead of finding a new old beast to torment, the guard impaled the oldie on the end of his spear.
Something snapped inside Kormin, he rushed the guard and ripped the guards cutlass from his belt and gutted the vermin on the spot. After a couple hours fighting all the vermin guards were dead and the village retaken. The villagers started building walls from the stone they had been mining for years, the town had turned from simple village to bustling war camp.
When the vermin horde returned, haling their new treasure, they got a nasty surprise, the meek village they had left was fitted out like a fortress and had plenty of creatures to defend it. After a couple days of raiding the village the vermin commander made a decision; he, and horde, rushed the defenses, and a bloody battle ensued. The battle lasted a lot longer then the first and was a lot costlier for both sides, true the vermin had the villagers outnumbered, but the villagers had a score to pay the vermin back for.
It was 5 days latter before the vermin broke for the last time and ran for the last time. A mere ten of the villagers had survived the bloodbath and even less of the vermin survived. Kormin felt that the destruction of his village was his fault, if he had kept himself under control none of this would of happened. So he left, taking a few things with him, and started the long march south. Towards Mossflower
Relationships:
most of his family and friends died in the battle for his village or as slaves under the vermin rule
Other
errrrrrrm no nothing comes to mind
