Post by hjorgim on Jun 16, 2010 19:47:43 GMT -5
((This is Hjorgim page one, plenty of room for personal development. His only 'do' line at this time is: 'get rich and go home a worthy dwarf'. A cookie cutter Dwarf if you'd like to save yourself the read.))
Full Name: Hjorgim [YOR-gim]
If your character is a student of Khuzdul (dwarven):
Yor: Yellow
Grim: Beard
Alternately this name could mean "Priest's star" in some dialects. Which may have been his parent's intention. (Btw, per Tolkien, Khazdul doesn't have dialects, just roll with it.)
He doesn't speak of his proper surname.
Titles: Barukazkim [Bah-ROOK-as-keem]
Khuzdul translation:
Baruk: Axes
Azk: interrogate/question
-im: suffix indicating "people who do this".
Likely meaning: "Lunatic who carries on conversations with axes"
(For your interest this is a given name and was intended as unflattering. Hardly the berserker inference, but more of the nervous breakdown sort. He decided to own it. A native speaker might realize this, in spite of Hjor's insistence otherwise to the non-Dwarven savages.)
Nicknames: Hjor is a safe one
Age: ~110 (early thirties apparent)
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Dwarf
Hair: Dirty blonde
Usually close cropped and looking as though it was shaved/trimmed with a knife and no mirror. His beard is short, his moustaches neatly braided and capped with pressed gold fasteners. Upon close inspection it can be noticed that his nose hairs are braided right in with the rest.
Skin: Well tanned (for a dwarf) and often covered in a fine layer of dust or soot.
Eyes: Green
Height: 4' 7" (?)
Weight: 170 lbs
(think longtime site injection AS user with a good bit of body fat)
Place of residence:
Whichever tree he wakes up under. He can often be found traveling between Thorin's Hall and Bree on business that's his own.
Place of Birth: He doesn't say, though he is ethnically of Iron Hills stock.
Known Relatives: Doesn't say
Religion/Philosophy: He's a very practical sort of dwarf, few thoughts seem to be given to things beyond the present. He's also quite narrow minded and stubborn, philosophical conversations will be a waste of energy.
(Once I make sense of what a common dwarf's take on Tolkien's religion might be, he will certainly have a very deep conviction about the matter that he won't likely speak of as a rule. Future development item that will present in red slippers.)
Occupation: Apprenticed stonecutter became mine laborer, became mercenary and finally weaponsmith. Though lacking enough years remaining in life to become a proper Dwarven master, his goods are quite marketable in human lands, this is how he feeds himself between get rich schemes.
Enemies: None that he'll care to mention.
Likes:
Favorite Foods: Spiced meats of any sort, anything thoughtfully prepared for him. Not so partial to his vegetables. Enjoys sweets.
Favorite Drinks: Alcohol of any sort, berry (In spite of enjoying insulting elven brews) or grain, vat scum too.
Favorite Colors: Earth tones ; Red
Weapons of Choice: Anything of heavy Dwarven manufacture, or stout beauty. As long as it's an axe.
Hobbies:
Treasure hunting, Gob splitting, talking while intoxicated, beard grooming, Gob splitting again, fishing while intoxicated, stone whittling, and being intoxicated in general. Of note is that Hjor's trade is also a 'hobby' to his mind.
Languages: Speaks Khuzdul (native speaker), Westeron (fluent with accent), Dalish (barely conversational), and perhaps fifty words of Sindarin.
Physical Features:
Unusually well muscled even for a dwarf, apparently free of prominent scarring or unusual marks. Moderately handsome to his kind when not frowning in irritation (which is always save with tankard in hand). His beard is unusually short for most dwarves, likely recently burnt.
Special Abilities: None.
Positive Personality Traits: He is hard working and driven. To what end who can say, he doesn't. He admires the same. He has a strong sense of justice and curious insights, though he misses the big picture more often than not. Protecting the weak is strong in his ethics, though to a stranger hearing him rant at times, one wouldn't believe it. He'd never admit it, but in the end this is what moves him to selflessness and grace.
I'd like to include that he's quite mirthful among company, but that's not quite where he's at in his life right now. (His player will definitely have trouble being a sourpuss all the time, so there you have it.)
Negative Personality Traits:
He's not the sharpest pick in the mine by the standards of some, and is fine with leaving them to that assumption. He is greedy to a fault, quite self-centered seeming. His pride requires some effort to genuinely insult but his wrath is quick and (hopefully comically) bombastic, as is common among his kind. (These stem from his Dwarf-centric isolationist worldview: all others mean little to him as they won't matter once he gets home and settles down. Not 'evil' but rather carelessly selfish and indifferent to the concerns of non-dwarves.)
Misc. Quirks: Generally poor hygiene, as a labor intensive craftsman doomed to a life of bachelorhood it matters little to him. He's as often unwittingly rude as he is intentionally so. Part culture ignorance, part indifference. He is deeply respectful towards most other dwarves and one may be suprised to discover, near worshipful of women he identifies as 'ladies', though his criteria is a mystery to all but him. (Grace, tact and temperance most likely, we'll see.) Everyone else is most likely a near useless lump that he must silently suffer during his time outside the halls.
Regarding Hjor's accent: I've looked into Tolkien's Semitic Dwarves and decided for the time being that much color would be lost by attempting a Middle Eastern-ish accent in a world full of dwarves speaking 'Scots'. I may look at it further, but for now you're stuck with the WoW cliche.
Full Name: Hjorgim [YOR-gim]
If your character is a student of Khuzdul (dwarven):
Yor: Yellow
Grim: Beard
Alternately this name could mean "Priest's star" in some dialects. Which may have been his parent's intention. (Btw, per Tolkien, Khazdul doesn't have dialects, just roll with it.)
He doesn't speak of his proper surname.
Titles: Barukazkim [Bah-ROOK-as-keem]
Khuzdul translation:
Baruk: Axes
Azk: interrogate/question
-im: suffix indicating "people who do this".
Likely meaning: "Lunatic who carries on conversations with axes"
(For your interest this is a given name and was intended as unflattering. Hardly the berserker inference, but more of the nervous breakdown sort. He decided to own it. A native speaker might realize this, in spite of Hjor's insistence otherwise to the non-Dwarven savages.)
Nicknames: Hjor is a safe one
Age: ~110 (early thirties apparent)
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Dwarf
Hair: Dirty blonde
Usually close cropped and looking as though it was shaved/trimmed with a knife and no mirror. His beard is short, his moustaches neatly braided and capped with pressed gold fasteners. Upon close inspection it can be noticed that his nose hairs are braided right in with the rest.
Skin: Well tanned (for a dwarf) and often covered in a fine layer of dust or soot.
Eyes: Green
Height: 4' 7" (?)
Weight: 170 lbs
(think longtime site injection AS user with a good bit of body fat)
Place of residence:
Whichever tree he wakes up under. He can often be found traveling between Thorin's Hall and Bree on business that's his own.
Place of Birth: He doesn't say, though he is ethnically of Iron Hills stock.
Known Relatives: Doesn't say
Religion/Philosophy: He's a very practical sort of dwarf, few thoughts seem to be given to things beyond the present. He's also quite narrow minded and stubborn, philosophical conversations will be a waste of energy.
(Once I make sense of what a common dwarf's take on Tolkien's religion might be, he will certainly have a very deep conviction about the matter that he won't likely speak of as a rule. Future development item that will present in red slippers.)
Occupation: Apprenticed stonecutter became mine laborer, became mercenary and finally weaponsmith. Though lacking enough years remaining in life to become a proper Dwarven master, his goods are quite marketable in human lands, this is how he feeds himself between get rich schemes.
Enemies: None that he'll care to mention.
Likes:
Favorite Foods: Spiced meats of any sort, anything thoughtfully prepared for him. Not so partial to his vegetables. Enjoys sweets.
Favorite Drinks: Alcohol of any sort, berry (In spite of enjoying insulting elven brews) or grain, vat scum too.
Favorite Colors: Earth tones ; Red
Weapons of Choice: Anything of heavy Dwarven manufacture, or stout beauty. As long as it's an axe.
Hobbies:
Treasure hunting, Gob splitting, talking while intoxicated, beard grooming, Gob splitting again, fishing while intoxicated, stone whittling, and being intoxicated in general. Of note is that Hjor's trade is also a 'hobby' to his mind.
Languages: Speaks Khuzdul (native speaker), Westeron (fluent with accent), Dalish (barely conversational), and perhaps fifty words of Sindarin.
Physical Features:
Unusually well muscled even for a dwarf, apparently free of prominent scarring or unusual marks. Moderately handsome to his kind when not frowning in irritation (which is always save with tankard in hand). His beard is unusually short for most dwarves, likely recently burnt.
Special Abilities: None.
Positive Personality Traits: He is hard working and driven. To what end who can say, he doesn't. He admires the same. He has a strong sense of justice and curious insights, though he misses the big picture more often than not. Protecting the weak is strong in his ethics, though to a stranger hearing him rant at times, one wouldn't believe it. He'd never admit it, but in the end this is what moves him to selflessness and grace.
I'd like to include that he's quite mirthful among company, but that's not quite where he's at in his life right now. (His player will definitely have trouble being a sourpuss all the time, so there you have it.)
Negative Personality Traits:
He's not the sharpest pick in the mine by the standards of some, and is fine with leaving them to that assumption. He is greedy to a fault, quite self-centered seeming. His pride requires some effort to genuinely insult but his wrath is quick and (hopefully comically) bombastic, as is common among his kind. (These stem from his Dwarf-centric isolationist worldview: all others mean little to him as they won't matter once he gets home and settles down. Not 'evil' but rather carelessly selfish and indifferent to the concerns of non-dwarves.)
Misc. Quirks: Generally poor hygiene, as a labor intensive craftsman doomed to a life of bachelorhood it matters little to him. He's as often unwittingly rude as he is intentionally so. Part culture ignorance, part indifference. He is deeply respectful towards most other dwarves and one may be suprised to discover, near worshipful of women he identifies as 'ladies', though his criteria is a mystery to all but him. (Grace, tact and temperance most likely, we'll see.) Everyone else is most likely a near useless lump that he must silently suffer during his time outside the halls.
Regarding Hjor's accent: I've looked into Tolkien's Semitic Dwarves and decided for the time being that much color would be lost by attempting a Middle Eastern-ish accent in a world full of dwarves speaking 'Scots'. I may look at it further, but for now you're stuck with the WoW cliche.