Lourkain Meldraz

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Lourkain Meldraz
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: None thus far
  • Race: Lapine / Stone Troll
  • Class: Smith / Berserker
  • Alignment: Lawful Good / Neutral Evil
  • Age: 21 / 62
  • Body Type: Lean / Colossal
  • Height: 5'9 / 7'11
  • Weight: 165 / 890 lbs
  • Complexion: Fair / Rocky
  • Hair: Short & Spikey / None Applicable
  • Eyes: Violet / Grey
  • Handedness: Right Handed / Ambidextrous
  • Scars: A circular veined rock carved into the center of his back
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Good Natured, Perky, and immensely kind / Cold, Assertive, and Cruel
  • Mannerisms: Well-mannered and polite / Blunt and rude.
  • Likes: Carrots, Smithing, Outdoors, and lazing about / Pillaging, Raiding, and Battle.
  • Dislikes: His weapons being used for unjust purposes, unleashing Brugtir, and dark magic / Peace.

• Description

  Lourkain is a surprising individual in that his appearance isn't all that it seems. The bun is of an average height with his head topping off at 5'9, an additional foot if one includes his ears which would rarely be the case considering those lofty appendages were often hanging low behind his head locked into an embrace by a golden cuff just a few inches from the tip.
  
  His build was lean, wiry even to the point that he could be considered 'scrawny'. However his body build doesn't seem to stop the passion that rages within, one that has him behind an anvil whenever able molding steel and iron to his will. Or at least trying to.
  
  It'd be quite a sight, the fire reflecting off the sheen of his snow white coat, the only blemish visible would be a decorative scar engraved just between his shoulderblades. The design a perfeclty round rock with the veins traveling inward in chaotic directions until they met in the middle.
  
  His facial features radiate the kindness that he gives to all the creatures that approach him, or he approaches in turn. A soft round face with a pink triangular nose tipping his muzzle. His eyes a vivid shade of violet, brought it by the colour of his fur. A rather prominent tuft of chest fur would often be exposed no matter the apparel he wore, a source of pride in his grooming sessions.
  
  The apparel he wears is often simple, being nothing more then a simple blacksmith afforded one only the most basic of apparel. A beige workshirt with the laces unfastened at the front to the point that his chest tuft would jut out. The sleeves removed and hemmed so the full length of those lanky arms were exposed allowing him to work. Breeches would follow down below, held up by a thick leather belt and a brass buckle.
  
  His footpaws would be more akin to his feral brethren, with a lagomorph 'bow-legged' shape being prominent so boots wouldn't be needed, the most he'd wear would be pads that were tied to his foot paws to ensure protection whilst in the forge or cityplace.
  
  The hair atop his head would be very short, and styled into a spikey fashion that was easy to maintain, and wouldn't get in the way of his work. The spikes were many short with only a couple of inches built up in length with each spike.
  
  
  As for Brugtir..
  
  The troll held a gargantuan form with skin of grey stone. His form a towering figure in the midst of most battlefields. His head no larger then a melon, smooth and dome shaped with his neck barely visible. Shoulders were immensely broad with the shoulders themselves the size of cannonballs. Leading further down would be a pair of tree-trunk thick limbs, the hands attached long fingered and massive. Perfect for grasping and crushing.
  
  His torso was built like a marbled titan, chiseled and brutish. His upper half would be quite long, if only to make up for the short stout legs that held up the immense weight above.
  
  The face he possessed was one of grim determination, his face beholding many vein like scratchings into his stone like flesh with only a thin horizontal line across the lower section of his face indicating his mouth. The beast of stone held a flat face, a broad jawline, and a pair of glittering grey eyes that blended in with the rest of his features. Only the war paint, a pair of crimson streaks that ran across either cheek, would possibly bring attention to those eyes.
  
  The skin he possessed would be thick and just as it appeared, stone-like, with markings along his entire frame that would hold similiarities to fortress walls of old.
  
  Whenever summoned, he possesses no apparel of which to mention, only in prolonged states will he be dressed in which he'll often wear a suit of chainmail and a hooded cloak.
  
  His weapon of choice, is wielding a massive hammer in one hand, and a cleaver in the other.