⇒ Class: BattleSmith
⇒ Titles: BattleSmith, Harbinger of Liberation
⇒ Roles: Smith
⇒ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
⇒ Age: 45
⇒ Gender: Male
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⇒ Deity: Torbjorn, the Armored Bear
⇒ Background: In the dimly lit forge of his ancestral home, BlackPickle the BattleSmith stands as a towering figure, both formidable and enigmatic. At 45 years old, he possesses a rugged charm that is accentuated by his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His skin bears the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to his skill as a craftsman and warrior. BlackPickle’s face is adorned with a well-groomed beard streaked with silver, framing deep-set eyes that gleam with determination and intelligence. He often wears an intricately designed breastplate emblazoned with the insignia of Torbjorn, the Armored Bear—a symbol of strength and protection—while his hands are perpetually stained with soot from his work at the forge.
A Master BattleSmith known for creating weapons and armor that are not only deadly but also imbued with arcane properties, BlackPickle has garnered respect (and fear) throughout the land. His reputation precedes him; he is regarded as an Arbiter who upholds order through strength rather than compassion.
BlackPickle is driven by an unyielding desire to create armor and weapons that not only serve their purpose but also carry a legacy—a mark of honor that reflects the skill behind their creation. He believes that each weapon or armor should be imbued with arcane properties and a story, one that connects its wielder to the history of those who fought before them.
His devotion to Torbjorn, the Armored Bear—symbolizing strength tempered by wisdom—fuels his ambitions further. He aims to forge weapons and armor not just for conquest but also to protect those who cannot defend themselves within their clan's territory. In this pursuit of dominion balanced by duty, BlackPickle harbors dreams of crafting an ultimate weapon that will secure peace through strength.
However, beneath this noble facade lies a more sinister ambition: to establish himself as the preeminent battleSmith in all realms by any means necessary. He seeks to dominate both market and battlefield alike, believing that true power lies in control over both craft and combat. BlackPickle's motivations are deeply rooted in his upbringing within Clan BloodBrothers—a lineage steeped in tradition where honor is paramount. Driven by a desire to elevate his clan's standing among their rivals, he seeks to create legendary weapons and armor that will cement their legacy in history.
His ultimate goal is to help establish a kingdom where law prevails through strength—a realm governed not by arbitrary whims but by unyielding codes of conduct that he himself will enforce. In BlackPickle's mind, such order can only be achieved through decisive action and sometimes ruthless measures.
The path leading to BlackPickle's current position was fraught with defining moments. One such event occurred during an ambush orchestrated by rival clans when he was merely 20 years old. Outnumbered yet undeterred, BlackPickle single-handedly defended his clan’s territory using ingenious tactics and traps forged from metal scraps—an act that earned him both notoriety and respect within the Clan BloodBrothers.
Another pivotal moment came when the BloodBrothers lost their first Blood Hall to a saboteur initiated not by their enemies but by treachery from within their own ranks.
The evil Sourmilk has betrayed us all.
This betrayal ignited an unquenchable fire within him for justice; henceforth, BlackPickle vowed never again to allow chaos or disloyalty to undermine what he held dear.
BlackPickle’s life has been punctuated by significant events that shaped him into who he is today. As a aging man, he watched helplessly as floodwaters swept away his ancestral home and claimed the lives of several villagers—including The evil Sourmilk. This ignited within him an insatiable thirst for knowledge about Armor smithing and metallurgy. After apprenticing under Grathor, an elderly dwarven BattleSmith who recognized BlackPickle's potential, he learned not only how to craft weapons and armor but also how to innovate.
After forging an alliance with Grand Marshal VoidLock—a tactical genius whose vision aligned closely with BlackPickle’s own—he found renewed purpose in executing plans that would bring stability through strength across war-torn lands. So he recited the Blood Oath: "I swear on my blood that I will uphold this Oath. May my blood be sacrificed in betrayal, For honor, for glory, and for the brotherhood. By my blood I swear this Oath."
BlackPickle’s relationship with Grand Marshal VoidLock GraveHeart is perhaps the most significant in shaping who he has become. Their friendship blossomed from shared struggles; they learned to rely on each other both on and off the battlefield. VoidLock’s strategic mind complements BlackPickle’s brute strength, creating a formidable partnership revered among their peers.
The members of BloodBrothers are like family to him; each warrior embodies different facets of camaraderie—bravery, sacrifice, humor—that enrich BlackPickle's life. He mentors crafters, passing down lessons learned from past battleSmiths while fostering unity among them.
Yet not all relationships are without conflict; tensions can arise within BloodBrothers regarding decisions or strategies during warfare which challenge BlackPickle’s resolve as he navigates these dynamics while trying to maintain harmony among brothers-at-arms.
: More to come as the story unfolds