Boris mental and physical state
During the third war, that would be around 5 or so years ago Boris was at his peak. He had passed 30 by some years but was still a strong going man. His hair was dark raven-black. His presence was commanding, his voice booming and his eyes flamed with a will of Iron. In the battles he would shout it out loud as he drew his axe into the flesh and bones of his enemies.
But even the years comes to Boris who feels that he gets older. He is still a strong man in his physics even thou his joints are abit stiffer and the muscles are abit more stiffer as well. His hair has gone abit more gray and has lost its shine and his voice is not so booming anymore nor is his presence as commanding as it once was.
His mind is that of a simple man. All the years in the army has made him a man that acts on orders rather than thinks. He has his thoughts about things but for most he has a hard time understanding things. His brain has had some major trauma in his life due to a large number of hits and the alarm of the battle is sounding alot.
Boris also suffers now and then from temporary amnesia, especially from the wars. Yet the memories haunt him in his dreams when he is not comfortable. He dont like to show it or talk about it but his dreams comes now and then. He can also handle his epilepsy quite well but gets his attacks now and then but they are rare.
For him, to settle down seems like a hard thing. And he wont, not as long as there is war in the world, he has tried but it has never worked out. He mostly sleeps in barracks with other soldiers like him.
He finds a great pleasure in blacksmithing, hammering on a piece of metal of some kind making it to a armorpart. Its more rough and not as precise as weaponsmithinng is so it fits him mutch better. He lends his skills as a blacksmith to the army as well repairing armor and other items. He is not mutch of a trainer but supports in other way to the wareffort. He also helps to create new items. It happens also that he trains people in using weapons but that is rarely. Boris also helps out the fieldmedics since he has good skills with the first aid and does some work for the cookingpart. He would therefore be considered a quartermaster of the army.
But even the years comes to Boris who feels that he gets older. He is still a strong man in his physics even thou his joints are abit stiffer and the muscles are abit more stiffer as well. His hair has gone abit more gray and has lost its shine and his voice is not so booming anymore nor is his presence as commanding as it once was.
His mind is that of a simple man. All the years in the army has made him a man that acts on orders rather than thinks. He has his thoughts about things but for most he has a hard time understanding things. His brain has had some major trauma in his life due to a large number of hits and the alarm of the battle is sounding alot.
Boris also suffers now and then from temporary amnesia, especially from the wars. Yet the memories haunt him in his dreams when he is not comfortable. He dont like to show it or talk about it but his dreams comes now and then. He can also handle his epilepsy quite well but gets his attacks now and then but they are rare.
For him, to settle down seems like a hard thing. And he wont, not as long as there is war in the world, he has tried but it has never worked out. He mostly sleeps in barracks with other soldiers like him.
He finds a great pleasure in blacksmithing, hammering on a piece of metal of some kind making it to a armorpart. Its more rough and not as precise as weaponsmithinng is so it fits him mutch better. He lends his skills as a blacksmith to the army as well repairing armor and other items. He is not mutch of a trainer but supports in other way to the wareffort. He also helps to create new items. It happens also that he trains people in using weapons but that is rarely. Boris also helps out the fieldmedics since he has good skills with the first aid and does some work for the cookingpart. He would therefore be considered a quartermaster of the army.
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