Boska

Information

Player: Monolith

Full Name: Boska Goldshot

In Game Name: Boska

Nicknames: Boss, Goldie

Associations: Ironforge, the Alliance

Race: Dwarf

Sex: Male

Age: 103

Class: Hunter

Hair/Eyes: Brown hair, brown eyes

Weight: 303 lbs

Height: 4'8"

Alignment: Neutral good

Personality

Boska is a bit on the brash side, but a good person. He tends to be generally docile, but if you bother him, he will sling forth a slew of insults from his beard-and-mustache covered mouth. However despite this, he tends to be generally a nice person. He is, however, the typical Dwarf. He loves to drink, tinker, and to shoot his guns- which are all maintained in an excellent condition all the time. He also loves cooking and staying outside, and is very much a camper. He hates being indoors for too long. Always says that the air gets too stale and hard to breath. Though he doesn't seem threatening when provoked, he'll shoot to kill if the conflict gets far enough.

History

Boska was born and raised in Loch Modan to an Engineer father and a mother who was an excellent chef. Both of which taught him well. His father, who was missing two fingers, liked making explosives. This didn't follow into Boska, who took to making guns. Something about it made him happy... Not to mention the good amount of coin it brought in when he sold guns and ammunition to the guards. This ensured his guncrafting ways to be well-supplied all the time, even when he didn't want to go mine- which was almost never. He owed his muscled physique and tanned body to mining, and considered it a part of everyday life.

Cooking, however, he loved. All of it. The first thing he ever learned to make has been one of his favorites for the longest time- Heavy Crocolisk Soup. The rest of his cooking skill followed, all taught by his mother. Though some would see it as the opposite of masculine... Boska just doesn't care. He can cook himself what he wants, and to hell with what you think. He always used to talk about how fat he should be- in jest, of course, but his outdoor life kept him fit.

The crafting of guns, of course, got him into hunting. He was very passionate about his guns, and felt that they needed attention. Thus, a hunter was born. He would leave with a small group of other hunters and always come back with something. Or a few somethings. Depends on how much they all wanted to shoot stuff. Boska would always sneak the best parts of the meat away and give to his mother to cook or cook it himself. He got a job as a butcher in the local tavern, which meant he would bring meat in and chop it up. He traded cooking tips with the tavern's chef, expanding his culinary horizons.

This was the easy life for many years. He was well-known in the town as a jolly man who was always willing to chat or go shooting, and it remained that way until recently. Boska's parents passed away not five years ago naturally and peacefully, and afterward he had lost his will to stay in the Loch. With a wave good-bye and hugs good-bye to the young ones, he left his Dwarven hometown in a daze of wanting bigger game to hunt, and a want to explore. He, of course, visits regularly.