Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Oct 29, 2018 18:06:04 GMT -8
HLOKK GRIMFAR
Resolve level: 1
-Appearance
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Though yet soft around the edges, Hlokk has earned her keep in small escapades which have built her otherwise modest physique to one of warrior potential. Though her height is mighty, at five feet and eight inches (5'8", or 173cm), she was considered short by her peers in the Far North and a touch denser than most, with her musculature doing nothing to impress a womanly weight(124lbs, or 56kgs).
Crass comments came from their blubberous tongues; her womanly values, so lacking, that she was of little use.
A waste of Noble Blood.
Though she had her virtues still; her hair, when the light struck it true, flared like wildfire that seemed to glow with a fittingly fiery halo. Such ferocious beauty was tempered by her chilling stare, where her steely hooded eyes cut like any blade she wielded. Though they still claim, even if she had such assets to behold, her face was not made for feasts and galas... Fitting for a mill-runner, perhaps, or a milk-maid with its harsh, sharp, and broad jaw. Like the tip of her House's greatsword, it was brutish.
And, though her lips are thin, her nose sharp and cunning; they were ever pulled in a cocksure smile. A pride bestowed upon her by the Ancients, so she claimed.
Such crude rumors were whispered in courts, and lingered only as snow to a flame. Melting without care off her stout shoulders.
Though, words are easy to shirk and smile away... Mortal strikes linger, no matter one's pride. There are faint traces of a bullied childhood in the scar of a rock across her brow, or a slightly broken nose... Hlokk's ventures have taken her down dark paths, in hopes of ridding bandits which plagued the mines of her people.
Glorious ambition can only guard a soul, but not the corpse it possesses; a lesson Hlokk has yet to learn, even with a vicious but simple scar beneath her rightmost shoulder blade, where a javelin buried itself deep into her shoulder. The wound is still red, and stands in stark contrast to her Northman pale skin.
She'd fallen, and had only her arm to shield her from harm; daggers and swords cut into her left arm and show their kisses still upon the whole of the limb.
She crawled, and ran. Though arrows pierced her leftmost thigh, she ran still.
Even beneath her armor, beneath her simpleclothes and worn when she might shear her undergarb; she binds these wounds fast to hide them, not from the world, but from herself. For the suffering of that singular expedition has shamed her to no end; to suffer a hundred wounds would have been preferable to the memory of her bitter and shameful retreat.
Attire:
Though pride is ripe in her heart, she knows not the dress to accomodate her lacking physique. So, she dresses simply; a blue tunic, with a strap of leather to impress some cleavage, goes over a cream hued dress cut diagonally to her mid-thigh, exposing green tights which cover personally and thickly woven wool socks. Leather boots hide her feet, and a leather thong holds the excess high, preventing unwanted snow or rain or mud to intrude and stain. Leather, again, covers her arms; stopping shy of her shoulders and fingers, both of which to allow some agility in the mundane tasks of Life.
-Biography
Quirks:
FATED - In every failure is an opportunity - "The stories will tell of how I took your head."
SECOND WIND - Death does not always inspire fear - "LO THERE DO I SEE MY GLORY."
NYCTOPHOBIA - The Dark Canvas will ever paint terror upon its tenebris papyrus - "I see them still; blades in hand, daggers in their smiles..."
SLOWDRAW - A Powerful strike, at a terrible price - "No, you see; I let them go first."
Backstory Synopsis:
Treated and blessed with a prosperous birth, the second child of three, Hlokk found the soft pampered Life of a Noble shameful as she read and listened to the stories of her Ancestors. The more she learned of her people, the more she yearned to bring back the Glory lost to glittering gold and smoking futures. Inspired by her past adventures, she seeks to write her own legendary tale... In the Darkest Dungeon.
Full Backstory:
TBR
Misc. Notes:
A scar upon her rightmost brow, where a rock struck her when she was 8
Another upon her leftern lip, where a rock struck her when she was 10
Two dots on her leftern thigh, where two arrows pierced her there when she was 19
A spear struck her beneath her rightmost shoulder, when she was 19
Several blades struck her left arm, when she was 19
Though a bit scarce in bathing for a woman of the courts, her heritage has left her with an odour of snowpines and warm hearths. A deceptively homely scent for a warrior.
She never learned the graces of playing the societal games of civilization; evident in her bold and brusque strut that impresses more pride than agility. And her tongue, though it retains a principled and practiced authority becoming of a Queen, she speaks and enunciates more like a peasant of the North.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
THE BLADE OF HATE || HAGALANTYREHWAZ || HAGAL BRANDR || HASSEMESSER || HASSESCHWERT
"Forged with Fury, and Spite... A Weapon made for a single purpose; to Avenge those who had wronged us, and to reap Glories untold."
A double-edged greatsword of baffling proportions; in truth, it has more in common with a sharpened club than a sword. But by name, the Blade of Hate demands respect with its maroon hued steel and gold plated crossguard and pommel. Though, in truth, much of this respect is born from the materials and scale of the weapon than any artistry; the make of the weapon is altogether rather crude, with a hilt more befitting of a knife, and a chisel-grind blade that is more found from a munitions blade than any weapon of ancestry, as the Blade of Hate is.
Armor:
In battle, she oft adorns a cloak made of the hide of a Polar-Bear, with remnants of its fur rounding her shoulders. Beneath that, is a seemingly simple leather tabard, with steel plating about her belly for protection and movement; a second layer of leather covers the gloves she typically wears, though these are shorter and tight enough given some extra padding from some spare Polar-Bear fur. Her boots, too, are given a second sheath with an added padding of leather on her ankles. Her true piece of armor comes from a short chainmail hauberk that lies beneath the leather tabard, but over her tunic.
She doubly wears an often concealed bracing of steel pauldrons beneath her cloak.
Other gear:
N/A
Strengths:
Hlokk is undeniably strong, enough so to lift and swing her Hassemesser with the ease of any two-handed sword, the weapon weighs roughly 14lbs. She boasts a proficient knowledge of standard combat stances, enough so to best most brigands and the like in combat. She is also surprisingly versed in intellectual pursuits; her affinity for books and lore has left her with an insatiable curiosity, and a brimming intellect one wouldn't assume of her at first glance. And, though she is without a bow presently, she is a keen shot; more than capable of hunting rabbits and foxes, deer and wolves... And man.
And, while she boasts a sound tactical mind, she's privy to throw it away for the Glory.
Weaknesses:
Youth and stories have left her brimming with overconfidence, a slow, and insidious killer... And worse still, the traumas of her early ventures still stain her mind, and the Dark. It may be a strength, but one might say a malady haunts her psyche in the way she believes diving deeper into the Dark will cure her fears. A truth, perhaps, but another can be found in the physical trials that may yet end her before she finds such a cure.
While she is versed in adventuring, extensive combats can leave her winded as she swings her heavy blade. A blade that does not fly fast, and its blade is not oft keen to strike true.
If such woes were not enough, her skin has yet to grow callous enough to protect from tooth and claw, pine and nettles still bite and leave their marks.
Her fingers, perhaps from extended exposure to the frigid climate of her home hinterlands, are a tad clumsy. Her calligraphy is abyssmal and she has troubles with sewing. Fine tinkering is not in her fortay, hence the large blade... makes it hard to miss.
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