Name: Ymbre Stormer [
Approved]
Race: Lotharro
Date of Birth: 81 Ymiden 696
Origin: Etzos
Height: 6'10" [2.08m]
Languages:
Fluent: Common
Broken: Ith'ession
Relationship: Travel Companion/Bedmate
Pyrre's POV: Comfortable FWB
Ymbre's POV: Invested lover
Skills:
Combat - Unarmed: 30 / 100
Endurance: 30 / 100
Intelligence: 30 / 100
Intimidation: 30 / 100
Detection: 15 / 100
Psychology: 15 / 100
Deception: 10 / 100
Appearance: Like any Lotharro, Ymbre is a mountain of a man and innately intimidating as a result. He's thickly built, naturally solid with shoulders nearly as broad as an entryway, a belly like a keg and arms and legs to match. Unlike the Lotharen of Uthaldria and the wilds, he has only even lived within the city of Etzos and away from his people's culture and his appearance reflects this. He carries himself less like an animal and more like a soldier, with more measured movements and awareness of the space he takes up. His style is less rugged yet still very gritty, favouring non-descript yet practical and functional dress with a flair for more urban accessories. From his earrings, piercings, ring and necklaces choices to the specific style of the tattoos that cover him from neck to ankle, all reflect his time within the shadier circles of Etzos. And while he might boast a full beard and wild and wavy shoulder length, dark blond hair, the former is kept neat and tidy and the latter more-often-than-not kept tied back and out of the way. Despite nearly every inch of him looking imposing, there is an odd, unnerving warmth to him and wisdom and knowing in his soft brown eyes. His oval face has sharp features that are very expressive and he is quick to flash a reassuring smile or nod.
Concept: Ymbre, for all intents and purposes, comes off as the strong and silent type. As a born Lotharro who came to existence in Etzos, he stood out from the predominately Human population and endured the animosity that fear and hatred of something different bred. And when staying quiet and keeping his head down failed to earn him any peace, he learned to fight back. However, in doing so, he developed a code of sorts - he would not seek violence for the sake of it but, instead, only fight to defend himself and those to which his loyalties lied. His fighting style was shaped by this conviction, resulting in him aiming to only use force to incapacitate and diffuse threats rather than to kill or maim. He developed a bit of a reputation and, when paired with the physique his race blessed him with, he quickly found employment as a guard. However, he never forgot how poorly he had been treated by the people of Etzos and, with time, grew less receptive of working for those who only saw him as a dumb animal. He sought out the darker side of the city, the place were it didn't matter if you were a local or an outsider - all that mattered was what you brought to the table. And so his time working for
the Fence of Eztos came to be, and with it, a whole new world. Although never heavily involved outside of acting as an enforcer or hired muscle, he learned much from simply observing how the tavern-cum-brothel-cum-fence operated. He learned to figure out people and to understand why they might act as they did. How to anticipate another's actions and motives. It was only once a former whore and acquaintance by the name of Zarena convinced her patron to hire him on as her personal guard that he saw an opportunity to begin employing all that he had learned.
Ymbre - or Stormer as he was called when working for the fence - has no problems playing the big dumb brute. He enjoys being underestimated and, like the mountain he resembles, remains resolute, his patience near endless. As expressive and expansive as he can be, he keeps his cards close to his chest. He's a man used to following others rather than carving out his own destiny but that isn't to say he's a mindless minion; what he lacks for in ambition he more than makes up for in conviction and will not waver from staying true to his beliefs. To get to know the true Ymbre is a difficult task as he is an inherently secretive individual and protective of his true motives and interests.
Threads:
Cold Cycle 722
Vhalar
- 8 - Blind Disregard - Ymbre and Pyrre are roped into spending the Fesitval of Touch at the Siren's Embrace
- 8 - Keyframe - Ymbre seeks Pyrre out following his leave of the brothel and shares more than he usually would
- 31 - Something Wicked This Way Comes - Ymbre bears witness to Pyrre's disappearance into the tunnels
- 90 - Coming and Going like the Tides - Ymbre stops in at the Shiver to find it in a state and compromises are made - Pyrre to accept help and Ymbre to accept the Biqaj's need to go it alone
Zi'da
