Hordar is a goliath ranger and sage, an imposing yet introspective member of Bromocorah Inc., whose philosophical musings contrast sharply with his formidable presence. Standing at an impressive 8’2”, Hordar towers over his guildmates, his muscular frame covered in pale, stone-gray skin marked with darker, jagged tribal tattoos that trace his lineage. His bald head is adorned with a faint pattern of ritualistic scars, and his deep-set, amber eyes carry a contemplative weight, often gazing into the distance as he ponders the meaning of existence. A thick, braided beard, streaked with gray, hangs down to his chest, giving him a wise, almost ancient appearance despite his relatively young age for a goliath.
Hordar’s attire is a striking departure from the typical ranger’s gear, reflecting his philosophical nature and love for refined aesthetics. He wears a shining Victorian gentleman’s suit, tailored to fit his massive frame—a deep emerald-green frock coat with silver embroidery, paired with a crisp white shirt and a black cravat tied meticulously at his throat. His trousers match the coat, their seams reinforced to withstand his active lifestyle, and his polished black boots gleam even after trudging through the wilderness. A silk top hat, slightly dented from battle, sits atop his head, and he carries a polished ebony walking cane, which doubles as a concealed blade for emergencies. Slung across his back is a longbow carved with intricate runes, and a quiver of arrows hangs at his hip, their fletching dyed a deep crimson to match his suit’s accents.
As a ranger, Hordar is a master of the wild, tracking enemies with precision and calling upon nature’s wrath when needed, but his sage background makes him a philosopher at heart. He constantly questions existence, authority, and the purpose of life itself, often muttering, “What is life?” as he gazes at the stars or examines a battlefield’s aftermath. His deep, rumbling voice carries a calm, measured tone as he debates morality with his guildmates, challenging their motivations and encouraging them to think beyond the immediate. Despite his aggressive appearance, Hordar is a gentle giant, preferring to resolve conflicts with words when possible, though his massive fists and deadly aim ensure he’s a force to be reckoned with when diplomacy fails.
Within Bromocorah Inc., Hordar is the group’s thinker, often serving as a voice of reason amidst their chaos. Kilionzell values his strategic mind and often consults him on the ethical implications of their missions, though she sometimes grows exasperated with his tendency to overthink. Demit, finds Hordar’s philosophical debates fascinating and often engages him in late-night discussions about the nature of power. Bruno, ever the enthusiastic warrior, is baffled by Hordar’s musings but respects his strength, often shouting “MAGE ARMOR!” as a playful jab while Hordar sighs and adjusts his cravat. Korvash writes epic poems inspired by Hordar’s existential questions, which the goliath appreciates deeply. Argetha, with her own hidden past, offers Hordar cookies and a listening ear, her gentle demeanor soothing his restless mind, while Ilmryn finds solace in Hordar’s questions, seeing parallels to his own journey of atonement.
Hordar’s role in the guild is as both a protector and a guide, using his ranger skills to scout ahead and protect his teammates, while his philosophical insights help them navigate the moral complexities of their adventures. His Victorian suit often draws stares in the rugged wilds, but Hordar carries himself with a dignified grace, his questions about life and existence challenging everyone around him to look deeper—even as he fells enemies with a single, well-placed arrow, all while pondering the fleeting nature of mortality.