Post by briar on Feb 22, 2009 20:39:34 GMT -5
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Handle: Real life nickname is Brier, so you can use that.
Gender: Male
Contact Information BlueMoonWolf73@aol.com
Other Characters here? Nay
Canon? Nope
Character Name: Briar Todd
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species/Breed: Husky
Current Occupation: Blacksmith, Gunsmith and Weapons Dealer
Personality: Brier is not the rough tough bully he was in school. Now he’s just a big softy that’s always friendly with customers. A bit odd to picture in a big tattooed, scared Husky who smiths instruments of death for a living. Brier loves his music and you shouldn’t be too surprised to walk into the weapon dealership with music blasting. Depending on the time of the day that music is either coming from the front or the back. It tends to get on the old smith’s nerves since he’s old generation and thinks that the music will turn away customers. Brier does not care much of what’s going on with St. Lucent so long as he can still make and sell weapons. The rougher things get, the more people want weapons for defense…or harm.
On his days off, Brier either stays in the shop to work on his own collection of weapons, or he goes out to clubs and bars. He’s very much into raves with the glowing black lights and the luminescent paints that his younger generation will cover all over themselves. This is the only time he really lets loose since he’s usually a workaholic. A pretty simple life that he enjoys living.
Appearance: The young Husky wears a very loose fitting white armless tee-shirt that reveals most of his upper chest. It tends to be a bit cold unless he’s in the workshop. Over the white tee, he wears a dark blue jacket with straps over the shoulders. He always has that jacket on unless he’s working in the back. His pants are pretty standard, blue jeans or anything that’s most commonly worn. Same with his boots, just a simple black pair of workman’s footwear that’s affordable to the average class.
Brier is a Husky with a mostly brown coat color, though he has no blacks in his coat like some of his breed. His undercoat is a brownish tan mix of whites. A rather handsome fellow though the stitched up scar under his right eye is a bit distracting. He'll tell you that he got the wound in a fight with a bunch of punk kids, though it's actually something that his father inflicted. He's a pretty ripped dog and is none too shy about advertising it. Along with that body is a good bit of tattoos that are usually hidden under his clothing. His eyes are green, nothing too special about them.
Background: Brier grew up as a bully, not because he enjoyed teasing other people but because of a deeper meaning. Usually when someone is a bully it's either because they are trying to act cool around friends, they want to make themselves look tough, or they are venting out something from their home life. It was a bit of two things for Brier, like alot of kids he wanted to make himself look tough, St. Lucent schools were pretty damn tough socially. The main reason, however, was that his parents constantly fought at home. Basically to the extent where things would get physical and young Brier would be exposed. His dad was abusive, and Brier was proving himself no different when he was in school.
During his softmore year of high school, Brier dropped out and ran away from home. Not much of a surprise to his teachers and classmates, infact a good slice of the students were glad when he left. Always making their lives a living hell because of his own problems. He didn't just drop out of school, the kid also ran out on his home life. He probably would have finished out his last three years if he hadent wanted to leave home so desperatly. Get out of that fucken dump so he wouldn't have to see his parents fight anymore.
So the kid lived out on the streets facing the even harsher side of St. Lucent, bareing the cold as best as the other homless furres. Gave him a pretty good outlook on the worst part of his society, and his attitude was starting to change without the examples from his parents. He did not need to have a tough guy attitude like his dad, he was his own person and nobody could change that.
The kid eventually got involved with a weapon smith, older fellow who'd set a much better example that his father had done. This guy trained him in gun smithing, sword smithing, and the distribution of weapons. Basically the guy was looking for someone to take over his shop when he was gone since he had no sons. Plus he was getting older and his productivity was decreasing. The pay was not great, infact the old smith was jipping the kid a bit, though Brier did not care because he was finally doing something with his life. The kid got to work, learn how to make weapons, and actually became quite proficent.
Now a days he works the counter in the morning and crafts later in the day until late night. A little cot waits in the back room where Brier sleeps since he has no home. Brier pretty much thinks of the old smith as his father and a damn good buddy. Lord knows where he would be if the old guy did not come into his life.
Password? "sacrament"
Player Information
Handle: Real life nickname is Brier, so you can use that.
Gender: Male
Contact Information BlueMoonWolf73@aol.com
Other Characters here? Nay
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Character Information
Canon? Nope
Character Name: Briar Todd
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species/Breed: Husky
Current Occupation: Blacksmith, Gunsmith and Weapons Dealer
Personality: Brier is not the rough tough bully he was in school. Now he’s just a big softy that’s always friendly with customers. A bit odd to picture in a big tattooed, scared Husky who smiths instruments of death for a living. Brier loves his music and you shouldn’t be too surprised to walk into the weapon dealership with music blasting. Depending on the time of the day that music is either coming from the front or the back. It tends to get on the old smith’s nerves since he’s old generation and thinks that the music will turn away customers. Brier does not care much of what’s going on with St. Lucent so long as he can still make and sell weapons. The rougher things get, the more people want weapons for defense…or harm.
On his days off, Brier either stays in the shop to work on his own collection of weapons, or he goes out to clubs and bars. He’s very much into raves with the glowing black lights and the luminescent paints that his younger generation will cover all over themselves. This is the only time he really lets loose since he’s usually a workaholic. A pretty simple life that he enjoys living.
Appearance: The young Husky wears a very loose fitting white armless tee-shirt that reveals most of his upper chest. It tends to be a bit cold unless he’s in the workshop. Over the white tee, he wears a dark blue jacket with straps over the shoulders. He always has that jacket on unless he’s working in the back. His pants are pretty standard, blue jeans or anything that’s most commonly worn. Same with his boots, just a simple black pair of workman’s footwear that’s affordable to the average class.
Brier is a Husky with a mostly brown coat color, though he has no blacks in his coat like some of his breed. His undercoat is a brownish tan mix of whites. A rather handsome fellow though the stitched up scar under his right eye is a bit distracting. He'll tell you that he got the wound in a fight with a bunch of punk kids, though it's actually something that his father inflicted. He's a pretty ripped dog and is none too shy about advertising it. Along with that body is a good bit of tattoos that are usually hidden under his clothing. His eyes are green, nothing too special about them.
Background: Brier grew up as a bully, not because he enjoyed teasing other people but because of a deeper meaning. Usually when someone is a bully it's either because they are trying to act cool around friends, they want to make themselves look tough, or they are venting out something from their home life. It was a bit of two things for Brier, like alot of kids he wanted to make himself look tough, St. Lucent schools were pretty damn tough socially. The main reason, however, was that his parents constantly fought at home. Basically to the extent where things would get physical and young Brier would be exposed. His dad was abusive, and Brier was proving himself no different when he was in school.
During his softmore year of high school, Brier dropped out and ran away from home. Not much of a surprise to his teachers and classmates, infact a good slice of the students were glad when he left. Always making their lives a living hell because of his own problems. He didn't just drop out of school, the kid also ran out on his home life. He probably would have finished out his last three years if he hadent wanted to leave home so desperatly. Get out of that fucken dump so he wouldn't have to see his parents fight anymore.
So the kid lived out on the streets facing the even harsher side of St. Lucent, bareing the cold as best as the other homless furres. Gave him a pretty good outlook on the worst part of his society, and his attitude was starting to change without the examples from his parents. He did not need to have a tough guy attitude like his dad, he was his own person and nobody could change that.
The kid eventually got involved with a weapon smith, older fellow who'd set a much better example that his father had done. This guy trained him in gun smithing, sword smithing, and the distribution of weapons. Basically the guy was looking for someone to take over his shop when he was gone since he had no sons. Plus he was getting older and his productivity was decreasing. The pay was not great, infact the old smith was jipping the kid a bit, though Brier did not care because he was finally doing something with his life. The kid got to work, learn how to make weapons, and actually became quite proficent.
Now a days he works the counter in the morning and crafts later in the day until late night. A little cot waits in the back room where Brier sleeps since he has no home. Brier pretty much thinks of the old smith as his father and a damn good buddy. Lord knows where he would be if the old guy did not come into his life.
Password? "sacrament"
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