Reggie Le Rumbler
Reggie commençait vraiment à s'énerver avec ce petit elfe qui dirigeait leur groupe. Il préférerait que Timothy garde son piège fermé au lieu de faire constamment des promesses sur le fait d'être "presque là". Son sac était lourd comme de la merde de tout l'hydromel et le vin qu'il a emballé dans son sac. Reggie avait un peu honte de ça, mais il avait fait plus d'alcool qu'autre chose. Il avait même oublié des objets plus essentiels juste pour faire place à sa précieuse boisson. Reggie avait l'impression d'être l'alcoolique qu'il était. Mais il ne pouvait pas risquer d'être sobre, il en avait peur.
Des foules criaient au-dessus et du sommet des arbres. Reggie n'a jamais aimé les corbeaux. Sa mère, ou la femme qu'il connaissait toujours en tant que mère, l'avait toujours averti d'éviter les corbeaux. Elle était entrée dans sa tête avec la superstition que les corbeaux étaient de méchants fous qui préfiguraient le mal. Son histoire était que les corbeaux étaient des serviteurs de la mort elle-même. Les corbeaux traqueraient des proies pour la mort et quand ils trouveraient une bonne cible, ils appelleraient la mort à venir et elle réclamerait sa victime. Il n'est toujours pas sûr si c'était un truc religieux pour elle ou si elle était juste en train de baiser avec lui. Enfant, il a avalé la légende, mais maintenant en tant qu'homme, il savait mieux que croire en la superstition. Mais... certaines peurs dont on ne peut jamais se débarrasser. Il s'est précipité en espérant que les autres suivraient. Aussi stupide qu'il le sache, il ne voulait rien de plus que d'échapper à ces corbeaux.
Appearance : To start with, he's taller than most orcs. Not ridiculously so, but still big for orc standards. He's quite fat but with obvious muscle definition. He's got frizzy shoulder length black hair that's starting to show a touch of grey and a bushy unkempt beard. He wears a tunic of chainmail armor and a leather loincloth. He has long leather boots that cover his calves. Other than that he wears a silver necklace bearing a pendant given to him by his mother as an infant.
Name : Reginald "Reggie"
Title : Reggie the Rumbler
Gender : Male
Age : 37
Personality : Due to his traumatic past Reggie prefers to keep to himself. He avoids getting close to people and will even be purposefully rude to keep anyone from talking to him. Despite this he's a good person who believes in helping those in need. Since he once had children of his own he has a soft spot for kids. Being a natural fighter he tends to solve most of his problems with his fist but he's not necessarily a violent man unless this situation absolutely requires it. More likely he'll just try to avoid conflict. He has always lived a gluttonous lifestyle and can often be found stuffing his face and drinking. It is only when he is drunk (Which is not uncommon) that it is possible to really talk to him. Though for this reason he tends to drink alone.
Abilities : His most obvious ability is his raw strength. He is a giant of an orc that can overpower pretty much any foe he comes across. While lacking any formal combat training he has learned to fight over the years and has plenty of experience to make up for it.
Skills :. He is talented in wine-making. Very good with children. Also he can drink anybody, of any race, under the table.
Gear : A pair of spiked steel gauntlets. Steel chainmail armor. He carries around a flask to keep him moderately tipsy during his waking moments. He also keeps a few lockpicks handy just in case.
Bio : (I'll keep it brief as a lot of it I'd prefer to be revealed in story and from interactions with other characters)
Reggie can't remember his original name. The name he was given by his orc parents. No Reggie,short for Reginald, is the name given to him by his adoptive mother who found him alone in the frozen tundra with no parents or any other orcs around. Reggie was what the humans who raised him called him. Reggie was what his beautiful human wife had called him. All of his friends and neighbors and rivals in his old village had called him Reggie. The only other name he was called was "Daddy". But none of those people are around anymore. He's still Reggie, Reggie the Rumbler they call him. The greatest brawler for miles around. Now he just fights for cash, hoping to once again chase the dream that he was so close to obtaining. But fighting in taverns and underground fighting leagues brings in just enough cash to get by. That's why he's taken this job he's been offered by this Elven trader. He doesn't know what the job is supposed to be. But as long as the money is good he'll do it.