Brol

Information

Player: Wolohoo

Character Full Name: Brol Frozenfoot

Character In-Game Name: Brol

Nickname(s): None, yet.

Association(s): Stormwind City, Ironforge.

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Long and orange. Brol keeps it loosely swept back.

Eyes: Light blue

Weight: 110kg ( 243 lbs )

Height: 185cm ( 6'1 ft )

Other: Brol has somewhat of a Dwarven accent, and he enjoys cold weather. He also carries a stuffed toy bear with him all the time. A teddy, if you will.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

He tends to wear his leather armour all the time, unless it's a warm day. When it's warm, he does like any good barbarian should do: wear only a loincloth.

Personality

Like many Dwarves, Brol too appreciates good drinking company. Because of his human body structure he can't drink as much as the Dwarves too, but that doesn't stop him. He only becomes good company after a few ales, otherwise he's quite silent and off-putting fellow. Also, if one finds him on a bad day, there is always a chance that his "Good morning!" is either a grumble and a grim look, or a loud yell accompanied with a violent push aside. If it isn't clear yet, he has never heard of anger management. But in the heat of battle, he's always smiling and yelling out his warcries before lunging towards his victim. Many mistake him for a berserker, but after the battle is over and the adrealine has settled, he heads to the bar while wild berserkers head towards new battles. He also has taken interest in exploring lately, and he's hoping to find a way to visit Northrend.

History

Brol was only around 3 when he and his parents, Mathias and Hel Dumrick, were visiting Dun Morogh and the Ironforge Dwarves. His parents were both explorers, so they decided to visit some off-road areas, taking little Brol with them to teach him about wildlife. And as it happens, Brol learned alot. Too much actually, because upon inspecting some skeleton they found lying in the snow, a wild bear ambushed Mathias and Hel, mauling them to death. Lucky for Brol, a Dwarven hunting party was tracking the bear, and after a few gunshots the animal was dealt with.

After this, one of the Dwarves, Siff Frozenfoot, decided to adopt Brol and raise him, as she lacked her own children. She only spoke common to Brol so that he could retain as much as possible of his humanity, yet he grasped the Dwarves natural accent. He also actually thought that he is a Dwarf, until he grew past them, and Siff was forced to tell him what happened. Naturally, Brol learned to hate bears, yet respect their strength, and to concentrate his anger, using it to fuel his attacks with rage. As he reached age 11, Siff agreed to take him along on her hunting trips. And as much as she tried to teach him how to sneak, track the beast, wait patiently and then strike, the only tactic Brol ever agreed to use was a head on attack. As Siff was a hunter herself, she couldn't train him with any melee weapons and instead simply handed him an axe.

Brol was a quick learner, as his first fight nearly turned out fatal to him, and many a fight after that had close calls. As he still bears the scars from that first battle, he wears bandages to conceal them out of shame. After reaching the age of 20, Brol decided to set out and see the world. He already knew the every corner and turn in Dun Morogh, and there was a vast world out there! So he said his goodbyes to Siff, turned towards the Deeprun Tram, and only once looked back to see Siff walking out of the gates of the Ironforge. When he later returned to Ironforge for a short visit, he was told that Siff is still out there in the wilds, living alone as a hermit.

Now, Brol holds a new dream. To cartographe Northrend, one of the last places his parents did not explore. After this, Brol promised to himself that he will copy the map of Northrend and place the original one on the grave of Mathias and Hel in Westfall. He will then set out to find Siff, and hand her the copy of the map. Or if the worst case scenario has happened, he has to place it on her grave, too.