Beagard

Player: 13kira13

Character Full Name: Beagard Bearmane

Character In-Game Name: Beagard

Nickname(s): Gardy. And he hates other nicknames derivated from his name.

Association(s): Runebraid Clan, Aerie Peak, Ironforge, Alliance, Northern Alliance

Race: Dwarf

Class: Hunter

Age: 124

Sex: Male

Hair: He has a short, black beard, braided twice and a long ponytail.

Eyes: Dark blue.

Weight: 73 kg

Height: 1.58 metres

Usual Garments/Armor: Beagard likes to think himself to be a true descendant of the Wildhammers, wearing their style of clothing, but mixing it with the Bearmane colors, resulting in a mix of feathers, leather and mail garment, both golden and green, as blue. He has a powerful gun from his father and two one-handed axes for close combat. Each and every weapon is enruned.

Other:

Personality: He is a quiet dwarf, but quick to temper. And when he's pissed, he'll start shouting swears all around. He also enjoys a good beer, mead or any type of alcohol, especially if it's on the house. He gets drunk out of boredom, a trait inherited from the Bearmanes. And when he's drunk, he turns from the quiet dwarf to the shouting-of-happiness dwarf.

In battle, he likes to provoke his enemies to get close, then make his trusty companion, usually his bear, Bern, charge with full force. Beagard preferes to battle one on one, or rather two on one, so he can finish his foe quick, then get to the other.

Hates the Horde, especially trolls and orcs. Surprisingly, he bodes neutral with Blood Elves. Also, he hates ogres for being in the past in the Horde. Has a true disgust for pests like gnolls, murlocs, troggs and other little, surprinsigly powerful and annoying humanoids that can run for help too.

History: All his life, Beagard has lived with his mother in their home in Ironforge, passing quietly through all the trouble in the world. Nothing seemed to matter for them. But even since he was little, he always loved the Wildhammer style of life, of what he's heard from his father's stories. All the stories were saying of the Wildhammers being one of the most powerful dwarf clans. And so he wanted to be as strong too, if not stronger. And he's always wanted to be one of them. In his youth, Beagard begged his father to teach him how to fight, but all he knew was how to be a hunter. But he was stubborn, saying that he just wanted to learn how to fight so he could prove to the Wildhammers that he is worthy. And so began his training as a hunter. His father, a veteran of war, trained Beagard in shooting with the bow and the gun, in fighting with the axe, in skinning and leatherworking, in tracking, in laying traps, in everything that a succesful hunter would need.

After his father died, about 50 years ago, he repeatetly tried talking to his mother about going to live with them or going to war, but his mother just wouldn't let him go, saying that she needs him. Ten years ago, after countless times of repeating himself, his mother finally allowed him. Thus began Beagard's true story. He sought to join them, and quickly found friends in the Runebraid Clan. Even though he knows he'll never be completely one of them, he's as happy as he'll ever be. He's finally achieved his goal; he was accepted by the Wildhammers! But now he must remain one of them and raise his reputation within their ranks.