E'tar War'brick

[E'tar War'brick]

Name: E'tar War'brick

Character Alignment:
Neutral/Neutral

Elemental affinity:
Fire

Origin:
The Lost Isles/Calyplis

Age:
45

Back Ground Story:
E'tar War'brick had a hard past. Some may say that he shouldn't have lived but he is stronger than that. When he was young, his uncle told him that his parents had left The Lost IsIes to live out a better life somewhere else, as his uncle told him. His uncle was a harsh man - he sent E'tar out to the Wild when he was 7 years of age. He told him he could not return for three years. He paused and explained he must learn to survive in the wilderness. He then handed E'tar a hand crafted knife and sent him away. Those three years were hard; he starved for nearly three days till he kill something that nearly killed him. He trained and trained and trained from dawn 'til dusk everyday. When he turned 15, his uncle gave E'tar his father's old battle axe. Then he told E'tar "You are a man now - we shall go to war at dawn you shall see how battle is." He smiled at E'tar. "Get some rest, my son, you'll need it!" That morning when they marched, E'tar found himself scared out of his armor. He knew he would be a disgrace to his uncle, father and tribe if he died in battle. When they got back from the battle, his uncle was badly injured, but made it. When E'tar was twenty, his uncle died and E'tar was taken up as the leader of the tribe - however, the man that became leader was his friend, E'rom Hellsfur. E'tar left the tribe for then, but wants to return one day to gain his place as leader of the tribe.

Gender:
Male

Inventory:
Drake horned helm, axe of blood lust, spiked reinforced plate armor, heavily reinforced shield, tribe emblem necklace, gold coins, and some dried meat.

Combat Style:
All out bum rush at first, then strategic planing while fighting.

Character's Personality:
Kindhearted but stubborn at times. Doesn't joke about death.

RP sample:
E'tar walked through the forest, close to his tribe's whereabouts with seven other warriors, when out of no where they were ambushed by a group of 10 special forces from a different tribe.
"Men, fight your hardest, don't give up!" he cried while slicing one of the attacking men's gut, then gashing his shoulder. One of the men fell with a laugh, and then a scream.
Another man yelled, "Sir, we can't fight here much longer we've lost half of our soldiers already!"
E'tar laughed. "Alright, my men." Then, he yelled, "Run towards the hill!"
Soon, three of Etar's men and five of the special forces remained.
"We make our stand here, fight your best, my men!"
They fought hard, won, and returned to their encampment. They told of the tribe that attacked to the council members, to gain the word for war.