Brock
My name’s Brock Lime. Not much to tell, really. I’ve been working as a guard in Harmony for years now. Got a lovely family—Rub, my wonderful wife, and our six-year-old firecracker, Shen. She’s a good kid.
I’m always down for a good time and a strong drink. But if you get too rowdy or decide to break the law, don’t be surprised when you wake up in the drunk tank—maybe for a night, maybe longer.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
I was born and raised in Muse. My family were all salesmen, and I even worked a few deals myself—mostly with miners and traders, helping move raw materials. But truth be told, I was never the friendly sort, and sales just weren’t for me. I’ve got a bit of a rough streak, and I didn’t always keep my temper in check.
Thankfully, I had a strong pair of guiding hands: my father, and an old family friend who straightened me out more than once—Lieutenant Lioness, a tough-as-nails gnome who tossed me in the holding cell a time or two… usually for winning a fight I wasn’t supposed to be in. He gave me a challenge once—told me I was tough, sure, but that I could be useful. That I could matter. That stuck with me.
He’s the reason I joined the guards.
Now, I walk a different path. I help keep the peace, uphold the law, and protect a city I’ve grown to love. I don’t say that lightly—I mean it. I’ve faced frost-born beasts, risen threats, and even vanity-spawned horrors.
I met my wife during a Harmony celebration. The guards were told to dress casual and blend in, keep an eye on things. She saw me get dragged into the chaos, and instead of running, she jumped in beside me. Spirits, I love that woman. She gave me joy—and a damn good reason to keep fighting for this city.
Nowadays, I’m part of a special unit. We handle the hard stuff—dangerous threats, strange happenings, and the unholy things that slip through the cracks. We work with the Church when needed, bringing justice to what should never walk this world.
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