Jeff's Character: Bron Olafson
Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 1:28 pm
Okay, I've got three ideas tumbling around in my head, only is one more than a simple tagline at this point.
Bron Olafson Vestenwhatever Painter/Laerdom (emotion)
(I've tried writing an in character blurb for him four times but it's going to take some rewriting before I get it coherent)
Bron is the son of the village headman. He's a talented painter and sigilist who's artwork would never find true appreciation in the small Vesten villages. Olaf knows the Vesten are dying, that the Vendel will win. To save his bloodline, and his son, Olaf sends Bron south on the pretense of using his talents to win material and political support among the other nations. In reality, Olaf knows nothing will change. Bron, whose large form and dour demeanor conceal his talents, believes he can help save his village. When he is impassioned he can speak eloquently, but otherwise would rather do anything but speak. He quietly uses his skill in laerdom to influence people's reaction to his artwork in addition to more practical applications.
Unnamed Castillian Priest
Padre Juan Herrero is a faithful and loyal priest. He believes in the power of Theus and, though he's arguably not remarkable nor stridently Inquisition, he stays in line and is ultimately reliable. Of course, he happens to actually be an Montaigne agent for the Sun King, keeping tabs on both San Marcos and the Inquisition. His faith is legitimate, which makes his deceit all the more painful. I've been tempted to have him involved in the group protecting Senor Arciniega but don't want to step on toes. Oh yeah, and he has Porte.
El Petirrojo Castllian Swordmaster
Dashing and loquacious, El Petirrojo's absurdly garish scarlet garb warns ne'er-do-wells to flee as the most suave and handsome swordsman in all of San Marcos enters the fray. A master of the Aldana School, El Petirrojo's slashes, thrusts, and parries dazzle and intimidate all who merely catch a glimpse of his brillance, which is good, because he's a complete and utter coward. The sight of his own blood would cause him to faint. He cannot bear the thought of being hurt and relies upon bluster and intimidation to, hopefully, keep his foes at bay. His heart is in the right place, but he will not actually fight unless pressed into a corner.
Bron Olafson Vestenwhatever Painter/Laerdom (emotion)
(I've tried writing an in character blurb for him four times but it's going to take some rewriting before I get it coherent)
Bron is the son of the village headman. He's a talented painter and sigilist who's artwork would never find true appreciation in the small Vesten villages. Olaf knows the Vesten are dying, that the Vendel will win. To save his bloodline, and his son, Olaf sends Bron south on the pretense of using his talents to win material and political support among the other nations. In reality, Olaf knows nothing will change. Bron, whose large form and dour demeanor conceal his talents, believes he can help save his village. When he is impassioned he can speak eloquently, but otherwise would rather do anything but speak. He quietly uses his skill in laerdom to influence people's reaction to his artwork in addition to more practical applications.
Unnamed Castillian Priest
Padre Juan Herrero is a faithful and loyal priest. He believes in the power of Theus and, though he's arguably not remarkable nor stridently Inquisition, he stays in line and is ultimately reliable. Of course, he happens to actually be an Montaigne agent for the Sun King, keeping tabs on both San Marcos and the Inquisition. His faith is legitimate, which makes his deceit all the more painful. I've been tempted to have him involved in the group protecting Senor Arciniega but don't want to step on toes. Oh yeah, and he has Porte.
El Petirrojo Castllian Swordmaster
Dashing and loquacious, El Petirrojo's absurdly garish scarlet garb warns ne'er-do-wells to flee as the most suave and handsome swordsman in all of San Marcos enters the fray. A master of the Aldana School, El Petirrojo's slashes, thrusts, and parries dazzle and intimidate all who merely catch a glimpse of his brillance, which is good, because he's a complete and utter coward. The sight of his own blood would cause him to faint. He cannot bear the thought of being hurt and relies upon bluster and intimidation to, hopefully, keep his foes at bay. His heart is in the right place, but he will not actually fight unless pressed into a corner.