Dorin Rogalsen
In the early years of Dorin's life, many a long winter evening was spent listening to tales of Conan. His father Rogal, powerful as he was, could not speak of the Aquilonian King without a note of respect, perhaps even awe, in his voice. He told of his defeats at the Cimmerian's hands early in his life, and the scars he proudly bore from those battles. How later, they met as allies, fighting together in some of Conan's many adventures. The years in between, after the death of Thulsa Doom, when Rogal returned to the mercenary life he had known before, fueled to greater feats of strength by the memories of his defeats while in the cult of Doom. Finally, his return to Asgard, to start a simple life, here on the farm with his family. And all these tales, often heard with his father's hammer in his hands, served to fuel a spark in the young Aesir's heart.
One day, he knew, he would earn his own place in the world with the strength of his arm, just as the great king once did. Though mighty Rogal went to join Ymir's great halls before Dorin reached his full growth, Dorin's faith in the warrior's path never wavered. He joined with a mercenary company, and often returned to his mother's home in Asgard to make sure all was well and provide for her and his sisters. Eventually, he would make a pilgrimage to Aquilonia, to offer his services to Conan's court, but that day would not come until he had performed deeds worthy to lay before the hero from his father's tales.
On one trip to his childhood home, he found it in a shambles, his mother cold-eyed and despairing. There had been a raid - slavers from the lands to the south. The limp in her step was new, but worse than that, his sisters were no longer there, taken by the raiders. Rage, hot and fierce, began to light it's fire in Dorin's brain at this news, and he stepped to the wall where his father's hammer hung in a place of honor. Lifting it reverently, he hefted the giant weapon to his shoulder, and nodded to his mother. Without a further word, he walked out the door to find and return his kin, or failing that, destroy their captors.
I (Name). Dorin Rogalsen.
II (Race). Aesir.
III (Gods). Ymir.
IV (Attributes). Strength 4, Agility 1, Mind 0, Appeal 0
V (Combat). Brawl 1, Melee 2, Ranged 0, Defense 1
VI (Careers). Farmer 1, Barbarian 3, Mercenary 1, Fighter 1 [+2 to Barbarian]
VII (Senses). Hearing 1, Sight 2, Smell 1, Other 0
VIII (Alchemy). Nope.
IX (Hero Points). 5.
X (Hit Point). 16. [+2 from Tim]
XI (Movement). 25'.
XII (Priests/Miracles). Nada.
XIII (Spell Points). Nuh-uh.
XIV (Armor/Equipment). Armor: Greaves + Boots = 2 Protection. Weapon: Truly large mace. That's it.
