Bruno is a hulking human barbarian and a member of Bromocorah Inc., standing at an imposing 6’4” with a broad, muscular frame that speaks to years of surviving the wilds. His skin is weathered and tanned, crisscrossed with scars from battles with beasts and bandits alike, a testament to his Outlander background. His dark brown hair is long and unkempt, tied back in a messy ponytail with a few strands perpetually falling into his face, while his scruffy beard is flecked with bits of dirt and the occasional twig. His hazel eyes are wide and earnest, often lit with a manic gleam when he’s shouting about his “sorcery,” though there’s a clear lack of sharpness behind them—his low Intelligence is painfully obvious to everyone but him.
Bruno’s attire is a chaotic mix of practicality and delusion. He wears a patchwork of furs and leathers, typical of a barbarian, with a bear pelt draped over his shoulders, its head acting as a makeshift hood when he’s not “casting spells.” His chest is bare beneath the pelt, showing off his rippling muscles and a collection of crude tattoos he insists are “arcane runes” (they’re actually just random scribbles he carved into his skin during a drunken night). A belt of mismatched pouches hangs around his waist, stuffed with random trinkets he claims are “magical components”—a shiny rock, a bird skull, and a half-eaten piece of jerky among them. His trusty javelin, which he calls “Firebolt,” is always at his side, its tip scratched and chipped from being hurled at enemies with alarming frequency.
Despite his lack of actual magic, Bruno is convinced he’s a naturally talented sorcerer, a belief that drives his every action. When he rages, he bellows “MAGE ARMOR!” at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the battlefield as he charges in, muscles bulging and eyes wild. His “Firebolt” spell is nothing more than him yeeting his javelin with surprising accuracy, often shouting the spell’s name as it sails through the air to skewer an unlucky foe. He’ll occasionally wave his hands in what he thinks are arcane gestures—really just wild flailing—before swinging his greataxe with devastating force, claiming it’s “Eldritch Blast.” His complete lack of self-awareness is both endearing and exasperating to his guildmates.
As a member of Bromocorah Inc., Bruno is fiercely loyal to Kilionzel and Demit, seeing them as fellow “magic-users” who understand his “gift.” He often boasts about proving to his kin that he’s a sorcerer, a quest that led him to join the guild in the first place. His chaotic energy fits right in with the group’s dynamic, though his antics frequently test Demit’s patience—especially when Bruno interrupts one of the drow’s actual spells with a shouted “COUNTERSPELL!” while tackling an enemy. Kilionzel, on the other hand, finds his enthusiasm oddly inspiring, even if she has to redirect his “sorcery” to keep him from accidentally hurling his javelin at an ally.
Bruno’s lack of intelligence often leads to comical misunderstandings, like the time he tried to “cast Detect Magic” by sniffing a cursed artifact, only to sneeze violently and claim he sensed “dark energies.” Yet, his raw strength and unyielding determination make him a valuable asset in battle, and his unshakable belief in his “magic” has an odd way of boosting the guild’s morale. Bruno is a walking contradiction—a barbarian with the heart of a sorcerer, a menace with a javelin, and a loyal friend who’ll charge into danger shouting nonsense, all to prove a point he doesn’t fully understand himself.