Name: Bombagos Race: Goron Age: 22 Gender: Male Place of Origin: Lost Woods PWC: 5/2/1 Treasures: Racial Traits: Stone Skin(Innate) Bomb Bag Warrior's Training Goron Roll Normal Treasures: Cannon Power Lift Muscle Band Rupees: 20 Equipment: Just his bomb bag and cannon. Appearance: Bombagos stands at a little over seven foot tall, seven foot one and a half inches to be precise, and weights around five hundred and seventy three pounds. Unlike most Goron, Bombagos doesn't have the typical small legs, and large gut. Instead his physique is much more evened out with his legs being just as thick as his arms, and his torso looking very toned. No one knows what caused his body to form so well, but many attribute it to the soil he was born from being of a very high quality. Although this is just a hypothesis on everyone's part. The stones on his head are all angled back and are mostly flat to his body, resembling a Hylian with slicked back hair. His head is flatter than most Gorons, not coming to a point at the top of his head. Some say all of his differences are just birth defects, others think he is what all Gorons are meant to look like. Personality: While Bombagos looks big and intimidating, he is actually just a simple guy that loves on thing above all others. Explosions! Being raised in the Lost Woods amongst less than honest Gorons did skew his moral compass. He has no qualms about stealing and killing, and actually seems to enjoy doing so. He never does these things without reason though. Bombagos only steals when he needs the money, and only kills if absolutely necessary, aside from the few accidental kills from forgetting his own strength. He lives his life however he wants and doesn't care what others think of him. Of course if you grew up looking different from every single member of your kind and were constantly teased about how you looked, you learn to stop caring what they have to say too. Background: Bombagos is one of the last Gorons to be born in Death Mountain. It wasn't to last though as Gannons attack forced them out and his parents chose to take refuge in the lost woods rather than live in poverty in the slums of the city with other races looking down on them. While there were no tunnels for him to dig in the woods his father still taught him all the tricks he could in case the day ever came that they could return to their true home. Growing up in the lost woods his days consisted of bomb training and cannon training during the day, and at night he would serve as a distraction so that his parents could steal either money or food for them. As he grew older his father gifted him not only his bomb bag and cannon, but he taught him the 'art' of the goron roll and promoted him from distraction to helper. It was here that his love for explosions first started to show. Instead of stepping out to stop travellers, Bombagos would use his cannon to cause an explosion just far enough away from them to stop and scare them before coming out to take anything of value they had. On the day that Bombagos reached adulthood his father gave him his muscle band, further increasing his strength. The metallic bracelet barely fit onto his wrist, but that just meant that he would never have to fear losing it. Now that he was an adult Bombagos decided to set out on his own to search for greater treasures that he would be able to repay his father for all he had done for him, and the magnificent gifts that he had given him. During his travels he found that his love for explosions would normally push others away from him. Scared that he would blow them up or turn on them for their goods. This made finding work difficult as all the best jobs were more than he would be able to do on his own, and the best marks to try and steal from were going to be even harder for him to take on by himself than the jobs he was forced to pass on. As such Bombagos spent his days doing what he had always done to get by, stealing from anyone that crossed his path. That was until the day he crossed their path. It was a small group of four, and quite an eclectic bunch at that. The leader was a Twili with a Rito, Gerudo, and even a River Zora. The tables had been turned on him this time. Instead of him ambushing them, they ambushed him. "That's him boss! He's the explosion loving, Goron theif!" With a chuckle the Twili would step forward, and instead of trying to steal from him what the Twili said caught him off guard. "Join us. The way he spoke was more like a demand rather than a request. Like he didn't have the choice to say no, but that is exactly what he did. Boy was that a mistake. No sooner than the word had left his mouth the Twili was already attacking him. Twili weren't known for their power so Bombagos had planned to take the hit and strike back but he hadn't been expecting how much power this Twili afflicted with Dark Affinity would have. He was strong enough to force Bombagos to take a step back and before he could retaliate a shadow ball was flying at his face. From one impact to the next, a fire spell to his back. He was outnumbered, and clearly outmatched. The next attack would be the one that finished it as the smoke cleared he saw the Gerudo too late, a quick thrust to his throat and he couldn't move and fell to the ground. All their weapons would bear down on him, but they wouldn't kill him. No they were there to show him that he was beaten. "Listen we need a man of your talents for our next job. So you will join us, or you will die. If you don't like how much you make when the job is done, you'll be free to leave if you want." He knew that this man wasn't playing around. If he refused to help them they would kill him for it. So he agreed to help them. After the job was finished he couldn't believe how much he had made just for making a hole in a wall."Well...farewell." The Twili said as he and his group turn away from the Goron and began to walk away. "No wait! I want to join you!" While their views on killing went against him, he chose to turn a blind eye to it for the money so he could pay back his parents. Its not like his hands were clean after all. He had killed plenty of people, just never out of cold blood. "Just don't expect me to help you kill people for no reason." His words would cause the group to stop in their tracks. The Twili would turn to face him, a wicked smile on his face. "Fine, but this is the only time you get to tell me what you won't do. Next time I might just kill you over it." The Twili would let out a sinister laugh that sent chills down his spine, but he still decided to follow them. He knew that if he was with them he wouldn't ever have to worry about anything again.
Looking good DS! Just fix up the BB code. I like your use of unusually shaped goron bodies, this one kind of reminds me of King Shark. This is Accepted!
