Burgabracken

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Player: Sasail

Character Full Name: Burgabracken Brutalhammer

Character In-Game Name: Burgabracken

Nickname(s): Burga, Bur, Bracken, Brack, B, Bur-bur

Association(s): Whoever is willing to pay

Race: Dwarf

Class: Warrior

Age: 59

Sex: Female

Hair: Fiery red locks of hair tied back into a bun though having small strands of hair sticking out.

Eyes: Chocolate Brown

Weight: 158lbs

Height: 4'7"

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

She is usually seen in her ratted suit of armor that she picked up for a bargain and clearly doesn't fit her so well. Though if casually drinking in a tavern and moving about town she can be seen in a pair of overalls and a set of leather boots which have stayed with her since her cheese making days. A twin set of spiked maces are usually seen clipped on to her belt.

Other: Burgabracken has never cared for shaving or keeping a clean face, though she was never bless with the talent of growing a full beard she still manages to uphold a thick fuzz under her nose and around her chin.

Personality

Burgabracken is your typical loud dwarf, speaking her mind and expressing her opinions. She is quite the scholar when she's had more than a few pints down her though it usually ends up with a long and rambling story of her past.

Burgabracken will think about herself before anyone else though that does not mean she doesn't show compassion to others it's just that her needs and wants would come before that of anyone elses.

Burgabracken lives in the now and may act spontaneously on what she thinks and how she feels.

History

Burgabracken had a simple birth on along the outskirts of Dun Morogh where her family spent there days raising ewes and processing cheese for her clan. It was the farm she was raised on and it was her way of life. She never ventured far from her land and it bought some income for her clan. This was not enough for her. When she was old enough she threw down her bucket and dusted off her hands. No one stopped her. Her clan never cared. The cheese would still be produced without her.

She decided to migrate down south to Stormwind, leaving behind her "cheesy" roots and start a fresh. She has now lent her aid to Northshire and the surround shires in the area with a price for help of course. Picking up a couple of hammers and using her natural talents of smacking things over the head and hammering down a few at the taverns and inns. Living a simple life that she wants and only caring for herself, not for the dangers around her.