Bruenor Wildbeard

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Name: Bruenor Wildbeard
Age: 43
Class: Barbarian/Battlerager 15/5
Race: Dwarf
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Vorax

Bio: As a child growing up in the Wildbeard Clan was a typical experience for any dwarf..working in the forge, learning how to fight etc. But for this particular dwarf who had an veracious bloodlust and and an extremely short temper, life was a abit more difficult. Never really having many friends, as a good beating would ruin most friendships, save for one; Naugrim (he's the only one who could take a beating as well as Bruenor and dish it out just as bad) And as the years rolled on bruenor became a man and was set in charge of a patrol group along with his friend Naugrim. While patroling the areas near his homeland they came under attack by giants..stunned but hard trained the dwarves soon collected themselves and began working in harmony (which was quite deadly for the giants) moving this way and that as one. then out of seemlingly nowhere a boulder came crashing down striking bruenor's friend Naugrim instantly and sending shards of stone shooting in every direction, one hit Bruenor in the face leaving a nasty wound. Rushing past his comrades he fell to his knees beside the body of his only friend and a single tear rolled down his cheek (some say that was the first time Bruenor has ever shown any real emotion other than anger) He began chanting an old battle song his father taught him, softly at first then growing louder and louder with each passin second till at last Bruenor was standing axe in hand screaming at the top of his lungs rushing blindly into the fray..Hacking and slashing he took down 3 giants singlehandly, and as the rest of the dwarves regrouped with Bruenor at the head they charged straight into the ranks of the remaining giants singing loudly they fell the rest of there enemies in a matter of moments. After that battle they returned home with the wounded and dead. After Bruenor buried his friend Naugrim he set off soon after, away from that place and those memories. But that wound he took left him a nasty scar and that gleam of bloodlust for giants never left either. So now he roams the lands, Killing everything that stands in his way.

[Aryn Ravenlocke]

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