Soren

No files will be kept on Wintersong, for your affiliation with the Revolution is to be primarily unknown. You are simply a group of assassins that randomly strike upon the good people of Rai, but each of you have your own reasons for doing what you do. However, who are you?

Name: Soren Tollak

Race: Tuskarr

Equipment: Whipsword, HEAVY boots, polar bearskin cape. Wears leather armour over his meaty walrus body. Grappling hook (hook + long length of rope.)

Beast warhorn; calls anything subdued by Soren.

Affinity: Fire

Link: God hands; well-crafted black/red gloves that grant Soren ridiculous dexterity.

Age: 34

Personality: Relatively hard exterior, but jovial and happy. Loves /any/ form of wild life, and loves challenging it even more.

Why did you join the Revolution?: In actuality, Soren pretty much just joined the revolution due to the potential of meeting a bunch of warbeasts. That, and the prospect of hearty battle/exploration. The Tuskarr in him demanded a good fight. That, and #FUCK The empire.

Appearance: Somewhat rotund, but that's expected for his species. Albino Walrus, with a relatively bushy white mustache that covers the entire upper lip, with two tusks extending two feet in length. Stands at a good 7 feet even.





Backstory: Will work with you while you DM.

Skills (You get 10 points) (This is only to give me an idea of what your character excels in)

Intelligence: 0

Strength: 5

Dexterity: LIKE 5+9000 (Godhands):

Durability: 0

Regeneration: 0