Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Nov 16, 2013 11:05:12 GMT -6
Name: Lukis Vinterheim (previously Lukis of Atson Vila)
Species: Norse Human
Company: None
Class: Monk
Credits: 10
Weapons: The Fluffy Kitty Dagger, Throwing Bottles, Thok the Dog
Current Abilities: Heal, Drunk (not an actual ability)
Story Plot: Originally a military translator, he was banished from his city for reasons unknown 17 years ago. He spent his days staying in taverns and drinking for no reason, but eventually he found out that through his drinking he became a better fighter in general. His reflexes attuned and his legs ready for running, Lukis wandered around to different villages and cities that would allow him to fight for cash, which he would spend all on drinks. He has also spent time as a pirate, a Viking, a Gladiator, a husband, a wife, and very recently a monthly Fire Giant (unless he's injured, that is another trigger).
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdy man with greasy blonde hair and a thick beard (and a braided moustache). Despite being 50-something years old, his muscles are refined, giving him a broad look. His beard and hair are both braided to match his strange ear piercings, but the most noticeable trait is the size of his massive nose.
Garb: Summer: He wears the blue coat he stole from a village tailor, as well as a white button-up shirt, frayed trousers, fur boots, a scarf, and the a sash for holding his alcohol.
Winter: He wears a wool long coat and alcohol-stained tunic, a scarf, woollen trousers, and a fur cap, along with fur boots and the same sash.
Motives: Cash, booze, adventure, and pirates!
Personal Motto: "I drink all night and I...er...I drink all day."
History of Family: His father was a Librarian and his mother a scholar, and so he learned most of his language skills from them both.
Role in Wildgard: Cash and booze. Y'know, give the bartenders a good time. Sometimes to accidently set things on fire. Make stupid ideas seem smart and smart ideas seem stupid.
How Drunk: About a 5.
Species: Norse Human
Company: None
Class: Monk
Credits: 10
Weapons: The Fluffy Kitty Dagger, Throwing Bottles, Thok the Dog
Current Abilities: Heal, Drunk (not an actual ability)
Story Plot: Originally a military translator, he was banished from his city for reasons unknown 17 years ago. He spent his days staying in taverns and drinking for no reason, but eventually he found out that through his drinking he became a better fighter in general. His reflexes attuned and his legs ready for running, Lukis wandered around to different villages and cities that would allow him to fight for cash, which he would spend all on drinks. He has also spent time as a pirate, a Viking, a Gladiator, a husband, a wife, and very recently a monthly Fire Giant (unless he's injured, that is another trigger).
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdy man with greasy blonde hair and a thick beard (and a braided moustache). Despite being 50-something years old, his muscles are refined, giving him a broad look. His beard and hair are both braided to match his strange ear piercings, but the most noticeable trait is the size of his massive nose.
Garb: Summer: He wears the blue coat he stole from a village tailor, as well as a white button-up shirt, frayed trousers, fur boots, a scarf, and the a sash for holding his alcohol.
Winter: He wears a wool long coat and alcohol-stained tunic, a scarf, woollen trousers, and a fur cap, along with fur boots and the same sash.
Motives: Cash, booze, adventure, and pirates!
Personal Motto: "I drink all night and I...er...I drink all day."
History of Family: His father was a Librarian and his mother a scholar, and so he learned most of his language skills from them both.
Role in Wildgard: Cash and booze. Y'know, give the bartenders a good time. Sometimes to accidently set things on fire. Make stupid ideas seem smart and smart ideas seem stupid.
How Drunk: About a 5.