Basic Info :
Name- Kiizir Ironheart Coglias
Race- Isur Clan- Coglias Clan Age- 65 Height- 4’ 11” Weight- 238 lbs |
Skill List :
10- Blacksmithing(RB)
25- Weapon (Axe) 3 - Weapon (Warhammer) 5 - Armorer 2 - Hand to hand combat 10- Weaponsmithing 5 - Leadership |
Languages :
Fluent - Isur
Basic- Common Broken- |
Character History :
Kiizir was born into the Coglias clan. His father, Mandir was a common soldier in the military of the Isur. He died well before Kiizir could retain any memories of the man. Thus he was raised solely by his mother. None the less, even as a child Kiizir knew he was destined to be a part of the military order of the Isur. It was his job, as part of the Colgias clan to defend his kinsmen from outside threats. Kiizir never thougt he would rise any higher in rank than his father or his father before him. Kiizir was not a aspiring commander or dreamer. He was a realist.
But as the years came and went, he began to realize he was an excellent fighter. Even as a boy when he would have disputes with other children of the same age, he would rarely run into trouble handling the situation on his own. Kiizir was truly devoted to becoming a great warrior once he realized his past pretenses were based on false thoughts. He would spend an extra hour before normal training sessions began, and an extra hour after they ended in the training field. He loved the feel of working hard, thriving to be known as a great warrior. When in his younger days he experimented with a handful of different types of weapons, swords, maces, spears, bows, but known felt as right in his calloused palms as an enormous battle axe. The Isur’s strength and height made wielding a battle axe a breeze. He was also, as most Isur are, a natural when it came to forging. Once he was an official warrior of the Isur army, he rose quickly through the ranks. He as a common soldier for only a year before proving himself. He saved the life of his commanding officer, he was recognized by being promoted and earning his own handful of men to command. Though by saving his officers life, he did end up with a massive scar across his chest. Where a Yukman attempted to tear his heart from his chest. His fellow comrades nicknamed him Heartless soon after the event occurred. They say it is because of the violence and vigor he fights with. They jokingly say the Yukman succeeded in part, and ripped some of his remorse and pity threw his chest that day. Kiizir has never paid them any heed, instead let’s them say what they want. Now being an adult and a minor officer in the military, he spends most his days in the field training others and honing his own skills. Though in his free time he enjoys the peaceful sounds of blacksmithing in his neighbors forge. They allow him to use it whenever he desires. It is there that he created his work of art, and pride and joy. His battle axe, the only thing he trusts to use in battle. He had spent years of his free hours working and crafting the metal to his desire, and then once it was complete. He imparted it. Making it stronger and more durable than any he has ever wielded before. Kiizir spents most his as most other Isur do. He dedicated his life to perfecting his skills. Only in turn to help his clansmen and keep his society safe. He constantly volunteered himself and his men to do daily tours around the surrounding area. It kept him and his men from growing bored of the same routine. He liked to escape daily life, and venture into the woods for a chance encounter and a chance to use Slayer, the war machine crafter by his own hands. On one of these voluntary patrols, things went wrong. They were deep into the forested mountains far from help. It had been a relatively boring day so far. The soldiers were beginning to feel fatigued and worn from the tough marching pace they kept. When they walked into a trap of sorts. The mountain dropped off right infront of them. They could not continue to go foreword, so they backtracked. Only to run into a pack of Yukman. The beasts outnumbered the warriors three to one. Every man fought with such ferocity, for a long time Kiizir suspected they would pull a great victory from the shadows that day. Only once the last Yukman was slain, and three of his men were left unmoving on the rocky floor. Another wave descended upon them, this one seemed have near the same numbers. The fighting went on for a good fifteen minutes before the Isur line broke. Two men falling dead, creating a gap in the middle of the line. Kiizir rushed in to plug the hole. Only to be waylaid. His helmet went flying and he collapsed to the floor. When he woke, his men were massacred. He was the lone survivor, and he was a failure. He waited till nighttime descended on him. And using the darkness as a cloak he stripped down and hurriedly made his way back to his clan. Once there he snuck into his home. Gathered a few belonging and left his land behind. He decided it would be better to be though of as a dead man, then a man who failed and led his men to a slaughter. |
Character Concept :
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