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Burczak created on 17th of December 2016, and is dead and gone (19 years old, 44 hours, 4 months lifetime)

Title: the Conquistador
Gender: Male
Level: 45
Class: duergar warrior

Background history:

  1. A Grim Beginning - posted at 2016-12-19 16:46:34
A Grim Beginning
Born in an ancient burial ground, Burczak's life was grim from the beginning. Passed through orphanages and an early life of abandonment, he grew more dark and angry as each year passed, inevitably teaching him that the world was a place where you needed to fight. A survivor at nature, he took quickly to learning how to use a weapon and how to defend himself on a hunt. It was only deep into his early years that he realized that no matter what, he would always be alone if he chose to confine himself to the bowels of the tunnels. With that idea in mind, he took leave to find a place where he could find his place. His travels took him to the city of Seringale, which he found extremely overwhelming, not daring to venture past the eastern side of the city fountain. Regardless, he found all that he needed. Stumbling into a dark corner of the eastern section of the road, he found a place where he could make money by living as a mercenary. Many years passed as he worked, fought, killed and lived relentlessly for one named Adanion, who showed respect and friendliness to Burczak. It was later in Burczak's years that he found a deeper calling inside of his heart, one that was birthed from the nature of his dwarven heritage. It was then, and only then that he would seek a more fulfilling purpose to carry out his life as a master warrior.

Description (commended):

A burly, rotund and stumpy dark-skinned man looks distastefully at you. His alert eyes are a deep yellow, resembling the color of tarnished gold. Wide pupils consume almost the entirety of each eyeball, hinting at their lack of exposure to sunlight. A shroud of brown hair that carry the color of burned dirt lay on his large head. The same type of hair, with strands of a fire red tint form a large, but ungroomed beard that take up almost the entirety of his face, leaving the swell of his cheeks exposed. The rest of his frame is masked by an overwhelming amount of ragged cloth that appears to suffocate at the grotesque size of his short, fat body. Stubby legs shift uneasily underneath him, sending a small quake through the earth as his feet fall hard to carry him. The last thing you notice is a foul, sewage like odor that is produced from his disgustingly unclean mouth.

PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 1 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 0 (Ratio: 0:0, Efficiency: 0%)

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