<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Please answer as your character unless otherwise indicated.</span></em></div><div class="floatright">(http://www.playkon.com/uploads/2009/01/Warhammer-Online-Call-to-Arms.jpg)</div><strong>I am called,</strong>Belrak, which means First Hammer in the Dwarf language<br/><strong>I am</strong>78 in age, still an adult and far from my middle age.<br/><strong>I would identify myself as</strong>a dwarf. What, the beard isn't hint enough?<br/><strong>I earn my keep by</strong>doing nothing. I'm a Slayer and that doesn't generate any income besides what I can scavenge from my fallen adversaries, though I hope to one day find my death in battle as I have sworn an oath due to a horrendous crime I committed in my past.<br/><strong>I consider myself to be</strong>male.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong>to be much older than I am, thanks to the patchwork of scars that cover my body and all of the tattoos that adorn it.<br/><strong>My hair is</strong>all but shaved off except for a bright red crest of hair.<br/><strong>My eyes are</strong>, or that is, the one eye I can see with is a light brown while the other, which I have gone blind in due to a poison from a goblin arrow, is a dull gray.<br/><strong>Height and Weight:</strong>I'm 4'2 and I weigh about 160 lbs without all my gear.<br/><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong>that I look terrible. My body, while fit, is scar ridden and blue in some spots that are still recovering from my latest fight. A gold ring in my nose, which is nothing more than a bit of cartilage due to how often it breaks, and my ear are connected by a gold chain while my other ear is half-missing as an old injury from when I fought an orc. My beard, which is the same color as the crest of hair on my head, almost reaches the ground and brushes it whenever I kneel or bow. It's also kept in three separate braids with the middle one being the longest and each are adorned with a gold trinket about halfway down. About half of my teeth are missing due to improper eating and my excessive drinking doesn't help much either.The only thing I wear is a pair of dusty brown leggings that are torn at the knees and at the edge and a worn belt to keep them on.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong>I'm older than my actual age. Traveling the land and seeking out strong foes has made my view on life a bit grim, and a bit pessimistic as well I guess. When it comes to a fight, however, I act a bit younger as I go charging in, screaming my head off and shouting curse after curse at the enemy until either they die (which always happens right now) or until I die.<br/><strong>My favorite things are</strong>drinking dwarven ale. Nothing is better than a good dwarven brew like Bugman's best, but I'll drink just about anything thats considered ale, just expect me to complain a lot about it tasting like piss. I also tend to get into fights whenever I drink or someone makes comments like, "the circus is in town."<br/><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong>goblins, orcs and Elves, Elves being at the top of my list with how noble they act and also how treasonous they can become in a matter of seconds.<br/><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong>nothing except the thought of failing at my sworn oath so that I will let nothing else scare me to fulfill it, whether thats fighting giant demons or an army of undead.<br/><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong>tend to be a bit rude. I don't beat around the bush or pretty things up with confusing words. If your ugly, I'm gonna say it as plain as that. "Your ugly." I'm not in the mood to be making friends right now as they'll only get in the way of my doom.<br/><strong>I believe that:</strong>family and honor come above all other things. Should your family be in trouble you should go and help them, and if I had any family alive then I would gladly suspend the seeking of my doom to assist them in any way I could.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong>Belrak has no armor that he can speak of thanks to the oath he has sworn at the Slayer's altar, though one look at his weapons shows that he doesn't mess around, wielding a ax with a serrated edge and a hammer that on its opposite end tapers off to a point like a pickax.<br/><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>anything. Since I've taken my oath, I no longer have a home and so carry all of my belongings on me.<br/><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong>considered poor. Though I do carry some coin on me, it isn't much to consider me all that rich, though the gold bracelets I wear are each worth a small fortune.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>freeze up for a few moments before I overcome that fear and charge in headfirst.<br/><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong>that I wish to be able to return to my clan hold once more, to walk its halls again with my families honor restored.<br/><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>ever I travel. I don't normally travel with others unless I happen upon a group who is going the same place I am, then I'll tag along until I either find my doom or defeat whatever was at the location and move on.<br/><strong>It hurts when:</strong>I fight, obviously. Honestly, thats the only time I do hurt as I've reached the point that I honestly don't care what others think of me. Think I'm rude, obscene, a jerk? Go ahead, think away. All that matters is that I restore my families honor.<br/><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong>rather private, though I will let you in on a little bit about my past.<br/><br/>I was born to a pair of parents within Io, my father working as a miner in one of the numerous mines while my mother tended to stay at home. Growing up, life was a bit dull and as a child I often worried that I might not see my father again as cave-ins, while rare, did happen and whenever they did my mother and I would wait outside of the mine he worked until he would come out carrying some of the other miners. He always helped those who got hurt whenever a cave in happened.<br/><br/>As I started to mature some, I would eventually start working with my father in working in the mines and was happy for awhile. It wasn't until around my fifties that an earthquake struck Io. Night was approaching and we were getting ready to leave when it hit and the mine we were working wasn't as stable as the others as we hadn't placed in support columns yet. The ceiling started to come down and my father pushed me out of the way because I had frozen up, saving me while his own life was ended right there as tons of earth fell upon him.<br/><br/>Devastated that because of me, my own father was dead, I left the mine in a bit of a daze and stumbled around for a bit until I somehow reached home. My mother wasn't there, so I assumed she was at the mines waiting for me and my father, who wouldn't be leaving the mine this time. I left her a note on the table explaining what happened and afterwards, I took a knife and shaved my head except for a small crest of hair and took the Slayers oath right there while also vowing to pay a visit to the true Slayer's altar if my travels brought me near.<br/><br/>Leaving home with my fathers ax and the pickax that I used to mine, I began to start roaming Io and the surrounding countries to seek the Doom I so deserved for being the cause of my own fathers death, facing trolls, orcs, and just about anything else that would get in my way and try to kill me. So far though I always come out on top the victor and while it would be easy for me just to let the enemy kill me, it wouldn't be right. I HAVE to fight, I HAVE give each encounter my best or I will never restore my lost honor and join my ancestors in death.<br/><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong>I feel that it can prevent the terrible crime I committed in the past, and by re-writing the past, restore my honor.