Name:Cordell Age:24 Sex:male Timezone:CST Name:Zimmiir Age:28 Sex:male Class:fighter-battle master Backstory- This is a story have been working and the way I make my characters is i use bullet points. I know it's weird but it helps me work out my characters backstory and explain them. So sorry in advance if it's hard too fellow just ask me any question if you have any.
Grow
up in a big Dwarfish city with his Parents and 5 siblings.
Family
ran a Tavern in the middle of the city.
With
5 older siblings everyday was a fight for Zimmiir. From getting for
to eat or finding a place to sleep Zimmiir had to fight for it.
Fighting
was actually fun for Zimmiir so much so that Zimmiir told his family
when he grow up he will be the best fighter the world ever seen. Of
course his siblings laughed and beat him up but his parents had his
back.
Zimmiir
would train himself in fighting by picking fights all over the city.
It
didn’t matter if they was bigger, stronger, older, younger. If
Zimmiir wanted to fight you’ll going to fight.
After
one of Zimmiir fights where he won of course, a women called out
Zimmiir. “If your so good at fighting fight me punk”.
Zimmiir
who never fought a women was not going to back down of course
accepted.
He
got his ass beat badly, embarrassed he challenged her to a rematch.
But she said how about I train you myself after that we’ll fight.
So
sadly agree he thought if she best him this bad it might be a good
idea to train under her.
Months
passed and Zimmiir Trained will Mayris learn not to just fight with
his fist but with swords and bows.
One
day Mayris asked if he still wanted that rematch and he said hell
yea.
They
agreed tomorrow morning they would fight.
So
excited for tomorrow Zimmiir thought why not get a little practice
in at the a local underground fight pit.
“Long
time no see Zimmiir what bring you back here” Zimmiir tells the
bookie set him up a fight tonight, bookie sets it up.
Zimmiir
came face to face with a younger looking dwarf being as hell.
that’s
until Zimmiir beat the living hell at of the boy leaving him pretty
fucked up.
Leaves
thinking how he can’t wait to get his hands on Mayris tomorrow.
The
next morning Zimmiir is awaked by slamming coming form his door.
There
stands two noble guards with swords out asking Zimmiir to come with
them.
The
guards take Zimmiir to city hall where he sees the city counsel
waiting for him.
Behind
one of the counsel men was the same boy hit be the shit out of last
night.
The
Counsel men stated that putting your hands on my son was a mistake
and the Zimmiir had 2 choices either leave the city and never come
back or he with shut down his family tavern and banish his whole
family.
Zimmiir
never wanting anything bad happen to his family decides to leave the
city.
Unable
to tell his family or Mayris he leaves the city.
Disappointed
in himself vows to still chase his dream to become a great fight to
one make his family and proud and to come back and beat the shit out
those counsel men On his travels he runs into this "Dead Friend" and tells this friend his story on how he was banish from his home. This friend decides to help Zimmiir feeling sorry for him. Teaching Zimmiir how to live on his own, even helping Zimmir find work as a guard for hire. Zimmiir felt greatly indebted to his friend because without him he wouldn't make it on his own. This is my take on how Zimmiir would have met his "dead friend". P.S. I am a New player so if that's a problem I understand.
