Warrior in the militia who is the quintessential salty, old soldier
|NAME: Yaaryar Techiman||DISCIPLINE : Warrior (1)|
|RACE: Troll||AGE: 45|
|Height: 9’ ft||Weight: 550 lbs|
|Dexterity (18) :||7 / 1d12|
|Strength (19) :||8 / 2d6|
|Toughness (20) :||8 / 2d6|
|Perception (11) :||5 / 1d8|
|Willpower (4) :||3 / 1d4|
|Charisma (2) :||2 / 1d4-1|
|Heat Sight (250 yards)|
|Physical : 10||Step : 3||Psychic : 10||Carrying : 210 lbs||Dice : 1d4||Full : 86 yds/round|
|Spell : 7||Dice : 1d4||Mystic : 0||Lifting : 420 lbs||Current : 6||Combat : 43 yds/round|
|Social : 3|
|Death Rating||Wound Threshold||Unconcious Rating||Recovery Tests||Recovery Step|
|Traveler’s Pack||Two-handed Club (large steel crutch)||Plate Mail (worn)|
|Travelers Garb (2 sets)||Damage: 1d20||w/Kaer Uqbar Militia Insignia|
|Bedroll||Finely Crafted Troll Sword (sheathed)||Ornate Wooden Buckler (worn)|
|Blanket||Damage: 1d20||w/Sergeant Rank Insignia|
|Flint and Steel|
|Whetstone||Troll Sling (attached to pack)|
|Trail (3 Weeks)||Damage: +4(12) 2d10|
|50 ft Rope|
- He has a distinct accent and unusual manner. He is prone to talking about himself in the third person and muttering nonsensical things from time to time.
- He is currently a sergeant in the militia but has been only assigned training duty since he fell from Troll Tower several years ago after a 2 day drinking binge. He is also a novice blacksmith who helps repair damaged equipment for the militia.
- He walks with a pronounced limp on right side and uses an oversized steel crutch. This crutch is also his preferred weapon of choice.
- He speaks Troll and Dwarven. And he reads/writes Dwarf.
He can use half-magic for:
- Repairing weapons
- Repairing armor
- Military tactics and strategy
- Military history
Yaaryar’s childhood was common and unremarkable. A son of farmers he felt the calling of the warrior within himself at an early age. As soon as he was old enough he joined the Kaer Uqbar militia and never looked back. He has spent his entire adult life in the service of his clan and the militia giving proud service to both until recent years. Just months after his 30 year honor ceremony, in which he received his wooden buckler of achievement, his mind began showing signs of his advanced age. He was still in peak physical shape and could best opponents half his age in the practice arena but he often forgot where he was going or people’s names.
Yaaryar began to notice his mind failing him and the depression it caused lead him to drink to excess with growing frequency. During one particularly rowdy celebration at Troll Tower he lost his balance climbing the tower and broke his right leg and hip. After several months of medical tending he was able to return to his post but the damage never fully healed. He since requires the assistance of the crutch in order to move fully.
At an age when most soldiers were either dead or retired Yaaryar continued training. He spent hours modifying his combat style to take advantage of the large steel crutch he constructed for himself. Because of his medical status he was reassigned as a training sergeant for new militia recruits. The recruits respect the old troll for his knowledge and skills but they also have made up several, less than flattering, names for him along the way.
Yaaryar has no real family or political connections but he does have a reputation in the Kaer. There aren’t many who don’t know his name or have a story to tell about him. He makes no apologies for his gruff demeanor and lively recreation. His days of caring about his rank and status are long since past. He continues on doing the only things he knows how. He is and always will be a loyal soldier of the Kaer.