<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Name: Bear (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987), Nine</span><br/>Age: 33<br/>Height: 6'6"<br/>Weight: Roughly 300 lbs<br/>Race: Warforged<br/>Class: Warpriest<br/><br/>(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/WarforgedPaladin_byAriTelligan-e1313438798838_zpse0102958.jpg)<br/><br/>Description: The warforged more commonly known as Bear is a fairly massive, and old example of his kind. Standing at six and a half feet tall and darn near as wide, he towers above even other Warforged saved for those inhuman juggernauts. While his original frame is the one commonly shared by all of his generation: thick cored muscles, rounded features, recessed eye lenses, and the personal etchings and design quirks of Aarren d'Cannith. Unlike more of his 'brothers' though, partway through the War he was given a refitting, his body covered in beautiful adamantine platemail. Of course, in the aftermath of the war his formerly pristine metal plating is now burnt dark gray and even black at points, and covered in numerous warps and cracks, though being adamantine it has still kept it's defensive properties. Further setting him apart is the fact that he actually has deep brown fur attached to his shoulders, recognizable as part of a bear pelt, a little gift from a House Cannith artificer who repaired him as well as where he gets his name from. A particularly rough-looking warp is in the left side of his face, looking almost like a claw mark due to a warrior's greatsword nearly crushing his skull. To-date his left eye will occasionally flicker, from difficult to repair damage. Further cosmetic touches include an engraved 'hearth' on his chest, obviously the holy symbol of the goddess of the hearth and home Boldrei. The same symbol is on his massive steel shield, of course.<br/><br/>History: Bear is truly a piece of history. He was born in the first batch of Warforged to have true sentience, the ninth of a set of twelve. This batch was kept explicitly to serve House d'Cannith and Cyre, and Bear took to this duty with aplomb. He was a glorious warrior, fond of using heavy two-handed weapons or even his bare hands, crushing his enemies mercilessly. As the war raged on, and he saw the suffering of the 'little humans' who created him, Bear became . . introspective. He ceased his berserker-like charges into formation, and began to act with caution. He began to choose tactics that would save lives, rather than risk more lives for certain victory. As his wild temper cooled, and he proved himself to be a loyal protector, he eventually 'felt' a warm heat in his breast not unlike the heat from his home forge at the moment of his 'birth'. He 'felt' the power of the divine, and was granted the power to both protect AND heal by the grace of Boldrei. Needless to say, at this point in time it was something that wasn't exactly believed to be possible, yet Bear was living proof that Warforged had enough of a soul to connect with the gods and wield divine magic. In the final days of the War he was commanded to leave Cyre, something very . . unnerving to Bear though he could not explain why, and accompany a House Cannith noble to Breland as his bodyguard. It was then that the Day of Mourning happened, and Bear found his beloved home gone. For a time he felt lost, simply continuing to obey his last orders from home to protect his ward. Dran d'Cannith did not need an ever-vigilant over-protective bodyguard though, and convinced Bear that he could have a home again. Though would rebuild Cyre into a great land again, repair of the Jewel of Galifer, and they would start with the Greenbelt. Taking his words to heart Bear set out to join in with the charters granted by the King of Breland, and rebuild Cyre brick by brick starting in Oleg's Trading Post. It wasn't like he didn't have plenty of time, after all.