BogMod/DistantThunder
Name: Distant Thunder
Caste: Dawn
Motivation: To make the weapons that will turn back the darkness.
Anima: A great and majestic roaring lion.
Concept: Weaponsmith warrior
XP Left/Spent: 0/0
Attributes
Strength •, Charisma •, Perception •
Dexterity •, Manipulation •, Intelligence •
Stamina •, Appearance •, Wits •
Abilities
Backgrounds
Virtues
Compassion •, Conviction •, Temperance •, Valour •
Virtue Flaw
Willpower •••••
Essence ••
Personal
Peripheral
Health Levels 0*1, -1*2, -2*2, -4*1, Incapacitated
Charms
Combos
Sorcery
Combat
Join Battle , Soak , Dodge DV , Mobility Penalty , Fatigue
Punch: Speed 5, Accuracy , Damage , Parry DV , Rate 3, Tags N
Kick: Speed 5, Accuracy , Damage , Parry DV , Rate 2, Tags N
Clinch: Speed 6, Accuracy , Damage , Parry DV -, Rate 1, Tags C, N, P
Social Combat
Join Debate , Mental Dodge DV
Presence: Speed 4, Accuracy , Parry , Rate 2
Performance: Speed 6, Accuracy , Parry , Rate 1
Investigation: Speed 5, Accuracy , Parry , Rate 2
Intimacies
Description
History
Born in the Hundred Kingdoms he came from a long line of smiths. His father was one, as was his father's father, and so on as far back as any of them can recall. They are not just smiths though. They keenly believed that truely be able to make something one must practice it. The best armorers know the soul of armor because they wear it. The greatest weaponsmiths are weaponmasters. Jewlers need to know aethetics. So his younger years were filled with martial training and smithwork.
By sixteen he was allready good enough to work his own forge and had also killed men in battle. At 19 he had his own forge and his talents were in demand. He would never work at the great iron works of Nexus where they churn out hundreds of weapons but his ability to forge blades meant for specific people served him well in ensuring he had a roof over his head and food in his stomach.
Such peace was not to last of course. As many places in the Hundred Kingdoms there was ever the threat of lawless bandits or warfare. So it was he found himself conscripted into a military force that a local monarch was building up and found himself battling in one of the many minor wars that move through that region. During one pitched battle, with the sword he had forged for himself in hand, he picked up the fallen banner and lead a charge which broke the enemy.
It was not his bravery that broke them however, though he was very brave. It was not the banner he held, though it was a magnificent banner. It was not the sword in his hand, though it was a exceptional weapon. No it was the fire of Exaltation in his soul and essence in his movements that broke them. In the heat of the moment it served him well but even in the east away from the realm Anathema stories are told and feared. Rather than face his friends and kin, to see them look at him in fear, he left. He lives now in a forest alone for the moment. There he perfects his skill in forging weapons and in using them. Soon enough he knows he will be ready to enter the world to change things with his own hands and to give others the weapons to change it as well.
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