Mansfield

*whispers* Industreh ~

*Finishes pushing bodies off the wall*. "I counted sixty of te' feckers!"

MC Name: My minecraft username is ChAzZ_MaN. Character Name: My characters name would be Drikk. Character Age: My character is currently 198 years of age. Profession: My character has trained as a miner, smith and guard. His current profession would be a Blacksmith. Appearance: Drikk is 5.2 ft tall, he has a bushy beard which matches in with his bushy brown hair, Drikk has a battle scar on the left hand side of his face as well as his most precious possession... his protective goggles. Drikk tends to wear loose clothing as of now, he has been traveling for many years only now to return to his homelands. If you were to approach Drikk then you would get the picture of a cheerful dwarf. Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance): Drikk is in a complicated situation which is one of the main reasons why he has approached the Grandaxes, Drikk was adopted by the Frostbeards although they are not his clan by blood, all he knows is that he was born on a mountain range, he searches for his true clan beginning with the Grandaxes. He hopes that one of the dwarfen clans may be able to help him find out which clan Drikk truly belongs to. Short Biography: Drikk already has a story which dates back many years, although it is irrelevant as he would appear to be turning a new leaf. As far as Drikk knows, Drikk was born on a snowy mountain range although his clan abandoned him outside of the Frostbeards clan hall, the Frostbeards took Drikk in and taught him how to survive out in the world. Arteh Frostbeard titled Drikk as his own son although it did not last for long. Drikk wen't out adventuring and began to make friends of his own, he enjoyed the life of a free dwarf. One day he came face to face with his own father who welcomed Drikk with open arms, they started to talk and so Arteh requested that Drikk would return to the clan hall and sit beside his true family. Drikk declined the offer peacefully as he had found his own place with his friends, Arteh shunned Drikk of his beard in return and wiped his title of Dwarf, Arteh told Drikk that he was to only walk the lands as a fake dwarf with no real home. ​After many years of regret, loneliness and beard-growing, Drikk finally came to his senses and decided to find out who his true blood clan was, he knew that he was not a Frostbeard and so he went searching for the new lands of Urgaun where he heard of many clans who lived in harmony. He now departs on this quest in search of his true blood clan and members... Starting with the Grandaxe. The role you expect to take in the clan: Military support, Drikk has his ways with a battleaxe. An image of the skin you intend to use:

*Edward shouts at one of his guards as a man turns up next to him holding a letter.* "Get your fecking Tabard on!" *Turns to the man taking the letter and thanking him before cutting it open and reading it.* "Another elf hu? Interesting, i'll meet her up at the farm strait away, food is in high demand at the moment." ~ Accepted ~ Get in contact with either myself or Teerz.

*Edward would be sitting at his desk flicking through the mass amounts of paperwork before noticing a letter left at his door, he raises from his seat and walks over picking the letter up and cutting it open. He reads the letter through once and then twice before sitting down at his desk.* "Daeron hu? Interesting, I was not expecting an elf to join our workforce. I will greet him and talk him through the basics." *Edward neatly places the letter onto his already mass amount of paperwork before starting to flick through it again.* ~ Accepted ~ Get in contact with either me or Teerz.

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