Oooh, neato. Another from me.
Name: Galen Brommel
Height: 6’3 ft.
Weight: 240 lbs.
Galen was born to the fairly nondescript town of Dulop in the Merecutia province of the Kingdom of Dundrial. Born the eldest of three children to the local blacksmith, the latest in a long line to be precise, Galen had always assumed that life had a plan for him. A plan that involved him becoming a blacksmith, like his father, his father before him, and so on. And so he apprenticed under his father, learning the tools of the trade and the means of being a good tradesmen. For the most part, life was good, and Galen was happy with his lot in life. If you were to ask Galen, he would tell you that changes wouldn’t be necessary. Things were perfect as were. Needless to say, this only lasted so long…
When Galen turned seventeen, goblin raiders blazed through the countryside, pillaging and plundering to their shrunken hearts content and leaving a trail of broken towns behind them. Dulop became one of those towns. While Dulop was able to prepare and mobilize for the goblins arrival, even succeeding in driving the invaders away, it was not enough to declare it a total victory. Many were killed, many homes and livelihoods destroyed…including the Brommel forge. The goblins took every piece of armor, every weapon, and every other item of use before burning the forge to the ground. For Galen’s family, the victory over the goblin scourge was an ash flavored one.
With the destruction of the forge, it seemed that life for Caleb (Galen’s father) was over. His only means to make a living was gone, a treasured constant that had been in the family for centuries had been reduced to rubble in a single night. Caleb sank into a deep depression and showed no sign of recovering, despite attempts by his family to show him a brighter side to the situation. Galen realized that if his father grieving period kept up, it would mean the end of the family. It was at that point a brilliant idea struck him. HE would earn money for the family. Galen realized that his father just needed a boost in the right direction; the direction of Briarfall City, to be precise. Galen’s uncle the wealthy merchant Adolphus had a home in Briafall, and Galen knew his uncle would more than willing to accommodate his brother Caleb and his family, until Caleb could get back on his feet. But what source of work could an able bodied lad of seventeen find that would pay well?
The answer was obvious.
Galen signed up with the King’s Provincial Army, with the plan of sending his wages back to his family so that they could get to Briafall. And so, Galen toiled in the army for months, training and sweating and learning all there was to learn about the art of combat. It took a few months, but he was able to send just enough money to get his family out of Dulop and off to Briarfall. With that task accomplished, Galen was sure it was only a matter of time before he could earn enough wages to send himself off, and to see life return to normal. Before that could happen though, life decided to throw him yet another curveball in the form of a war. As had been done for untellable centuries, an Orc War* started up, and Galen suddenly found himself thrust onto the field of battle.
He would receive a trial by fire unlike any other in the form of that war, fighting against hordes of orcs and risking his life on a daily basis. Galen’s frequent brushes with death allowed him some time to introspect. He found that, despite the pride he took from his family job…it wasn’t quite enough. Oh sure, it was simple and honest work, but there was so much more to life, so much more to see and do. Plus it seemed a part of him actually liked the idea of saving lives and helping those in need. When the war ended, Galen headed to Briarfall to discover that his father had set up shop once more and business was booming. Caleb welcomed his son with open arms, overjoyed that things would finally return to normal. So, needless to say it came as something of a shock when Galen announced that he was going to become an adventurer.
After a teary goodbye (and the near total disintegration of Galen’s relationship with his father) Galen made his way into the world, determined to do his best to aid those in need. He has since then had many adventures, some amazing and some ridiculous. He eventually patched up his relationship with his father after he visited Briarfall in order to deliver a dowry for his sister’s wedding (this was one of the aforementioned ridiculous adventures). He continues his adventuring, having recently joined up with a party of adventurers.
Galen is a sizeable, well muscled lad, his body being toned from hours of hard work and long combat. He keeps his face clean shaven and has very trusting eyes (though hardly naïve ones), most of his features themselves being blunt and rather honest looking. He usually wears his hair short, but has been know to let it grow occasionally. He frequently dresses in austere, utilitarian clothing of earthy shading, preferring to wear that which is functional over that which is fashionable.
When adventuring he wears a suit of well-made chainmail armor (Mithral armor, to be precise, a gift from his father’s former business partners the Steelheart dwarf clan). His weapon of choice is a halberd, one he has had with him since he first started out. He has had it enchanted, rather than forsaking his old weapon for a newer one, and carries with him a crossbow as well.
Galen is an affable, friendly sort of person, a genuinely kindhearted man. He views his adventuring as a way to help those in need, a means to make life a little better for people. He is both very honest and genuinely curious about the world around him. Strangely, despite his background as a soldier, he doesn’t particularly relish combat like others of his profession. Though he has no problems with defending himself or defending others against harm, he generally tries to sneak past most opponents rather than engage them. However, this does not mean he views combat as a last resort. He would just rather not kill someone, even if they are his enemy. As such, he tries to make sure that he is in fact fighting combatants rather than civilians. He views killing anything that can’t defend itself as weak and cowardly. Curiously, while during combat he will gladly kill opponents, if he ever came across a wounded enemy he would actually tend to his wounds.
Most would call him naïve, but this is not true. He is aware that there tends to be more to an issue than black and white, then absolutes of good and evil. He spends much of his time pondering over the exact definitions of good and evil. He feels that, even though it may not always be the smartest thing, he would much rather do the right thing. Even for an enemy. He has even learnt to forgive goblinkind for destroying his ancestral forge, though this took a lot of effort on his part.
On more occasion than one, his code of honor and overanalyzing of situations has nearly cost him his life. He simply shrugs, says ‘oh well’, and moves on. So long as it’s just his life and not the lives of those he cares about or the lives of the innocent, he’s fine with whatever he brings upon himself.
*Orc Wars: Term reffering to collectively any number of large scale, short term wars fought with the orcs. These almost periodic conflicts happen usually within a decade, whenever an enterprising warlord is able to raise a sufficiently powerful army.