Effinky Lumockz
Nicknames: Fink, Finky, Ox, Bull, Zort
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 240 lbs.
Build: Like an ox, broad in the shoulders, big boned, big rippling muscles,
quite an intimidating physique.
Hair: Curly and flaming red, down to his neck, usually tied back.
Eyes: Pale blue with yellow flecks, large and wide spaced.
Skin: One big freckle with pasty pale or burnt red skin everywhere else.
Other: While he may have an imposing physique, his face is anything but. Despite the faint scars criss crossing his face, his features are positioned just so, to give him a naive and slightly stupid expression. His smile does improve his looks, but handsome is not a name easily applied to him. His hands are huge, but very nimble.
Clothes: Functional and well made if drab in color and style.
Personality:
Effinky is very, very intelligent, surprisingly so considering his looks. Unfortunately, he has never been much given to using it. His schooling was so easy and boring to him that he turned to other, more physical pursuits for entertainment and employment. His sense of adventure and curiosity have
been well served by guarding caravans and he has no regrets. In truth, he is more then a little embarrassed about being so smart and tends to hide it behind his cultivated image of fun loving, beer guzzling tough guy. However, should his considerable intelligence ever meet with a sufficiently
interesting challenge, he will likely secretly obsess over it and enjoy every moment taken to beat it. He is also a bit self conscious of his social status; he's never had a particularly easy time fitting in (with his less then handsome looks and a name like Effinky Lumockz it's no wonder). He's quite loud and boisterous, especially once you get a beer or two or ten in him, but all around is a friendly sorta guy.
Quirks:
Zort is his favorite exclamatory line and substitutes for nearly all swearing, or 'My God' type expressions. Narf is his second favorite. Examples: "You're a zorting idiot!" "By the great Narf!"
Skills:
Effinky has a near perfect memory to go along with his intelligence. He also is an excellent hand to hand fighter and a better then average sword/club fighter, both on foot and on horseback. He's moderately skilled at the bolo as well. He's a rather skilled outdoorsman, able to forage and generally survive both in and out of the Wastes. He can usually become
pretty good at anything he tries in a short period of time, especially with his hands. He can drink most men under the table.
History:
Effinky grew up in the town of Hasharon on the border of Jasra Domain. His father, Isek, was an alcoholic and a farm hand. His mother, Alempa, besides being a bit strange in the head and a religious fanatic, spent her days mending, knitting, and washing clothes for income. Very early on it became
a habit for Effinky and Isek to go to the tavern together, simply to get away from Alempa's ranting and raving. Of course the language her son picked up at the bars was another cause for loud arguments and Effinky began making up sounds, finally settling on zort and narf, to substitute. Zort and narf henceforth became a habit that he never bothered to break.
Since staying at home was so uncomfortable with Alempa screaming religious nonsense while she sewed, and since school was so easy that it required only attendance to pass with flying colors, Effinky took to the bars and taverns even when his father was not present. He found the stories from the merchants and caravan guards coming in from the other domains positively fascinating. By the time he was seven he was convinced that the caravan life was for him and made every effort to achieve that goal.
When he was 15, he managed to get himself hired as extra muscle (he was already beginning to fill out quite impressively), and promptly ran away from home. Over the years he picked up many skills, namely those of a guard and bounce, and has visited nearly every place of note in the "Lost" DragonLands. He has visited Hasharon several times over the years, and even managed to get lucky enough to attend his mother's funeral. His father had died of the drink several years before that.
When he was 21 he found himself in Geode Warren, acting as a tithe guard, and happened to join with a black dragon, named Dubrein. While Effinky enjoyed warren life almost as much as his caravan life, he detested Geode's climate. He decided to transfer to the "Original" DragonLands. Hearing of Whiteriver's warm climate and recent troubles, he has decided to make
Whiteriver Warren his home.
Dragon: Dubrein
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Size: Large
Appearance: Matte black with black eyes and two long black horns. Biggish head, rather resembles a yak.
Personality:
While he is smart, you wouldn't know it to look at him. He is perhaps the laziest dragon in all the DragonLands. Though it is possible to rouse him for patrols and wraith battles, the only time he ever enthusiastically wakes up is for mating flights (he is surprisingly good at winning) and dinner. Otherwise, his entire day is spent sleeping, preferably next to a good cuddler. When he is awake, he usually puts on a grumpy facade which perfectly suits his wry sense of humor.
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