[Milawe]

I'm unsure exactly what I'm supposed to do, but here we go!

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Name: Borgar
Theme: Medieval/Fantasy
Setting: Primordiax
Characteristics: Unwise and Corrupt

Borgar the Bad (a self-proclaimed title) stands nearly 11 rands tall and
weighs in over 223 crowns. Among a race of gigantic people, he stands a
head above them all. Born from a priviliged trulloc family who own
farmland and shops in Askagard, Borgar has never known hunger, cold (not
that trullocs realy FEEL the cold), or want, and from a very young age,
Borgar has been trained to be a merchant and artisan craftsman. His
family, the Stonehearts, have always been known for their skill in
enchanting weapons, armor, jewelry, and even some pieces of furniture, and
thirteen generations of enchanting brilliance crests in Borgar.

From an extremely young age, Borgar began his apprenticeship with his
uncle, Lugor, one of the most reknown enchanters of his generation, and the
young trulloc showed an unparalleled understanding of how much power a
specific gem could hold, how many enchanted gems a specific item could
support, and most importantly, how to add gems to items that no others
could encrust. The Stonehearts exalted in their prodigy and gave Borgar the
best of everything they could buy, and they could afford a lot.

Borgar the Bold and his uncle Lugor forged ahead in the world of
enchanting, crafting many new and novel formulas for exciting enhancements
to shields, swords, axes, chainmail, and even kitchen knives. He helped
fishermen catch larger fish with their rods, and he helped cooks filet
those fish with brilliance. Unfortunately, when Borgar was not obligated
to be working with his uncle, he was most often found at the pub or in the
lists bragging about his talents. The more the ale flowed, the more he
embellished on their accomplishements. Despite his braggadocio and his
grandiose manners, the large trulloc was extremely popular in town. Many
people catered to him hoping for another round of drinks or a spare gem or
two, and Borgar, who enjoyed his popularity, obliged in both.

Ultimately, despite his great skills and natural talent, Borgar enjoyed
fame and fortune much more than hard work. He also envisioned himself a
trulloc of the world and longed for the adventures he knew that some of his
clients were off having with weapons and armor encrusted with his gems.
With his uncle to run the business, he barely paid attention at work except
to do what came naturally to him. He spent his days dreaming up great
adventures and waiting for the moment he could go share these adventures
with his tavern mates.

Over the years, Borgar's enjoyment of his own little circle of power
outweighed his ambition, his talent, and his skill. He would often go a
round or two in the lists with those he thought he could beat. He rarely
ever lost, for all those who were willing to fight him knew that they could
expect the most petty retributions throughout town. He was only found
working with gems when he was bored or forced to come in by his family. He
never quite noticed that when he went to the tavern after working with the
stones, he was happier, calmer, and more at peace. Always, he attributed
this to the fact that he was getting off work and going to relax.

Who could say exactly where it all went wrong or whose fault it was that
Borgar the Bold morphed into Borgar the Bad? Is he someone who can be
redeemed, or will he simply get worse and worse once he inherits the
fortune of the Stonehearts, a family known for its hard work, skill, and
somewhat miserly ways?