Name: Derine Grevenyd (or, in the dwarvish language of
Bvaeuq'tl, Bou'ro Suoqorvb)
Class: Warrior
Race:
Dwarf
Abilites: Charge
Inventory: Dwarven Over-Cloak*, water canteen, sling for storage
Armor: Leather (Comes into the coat)
Weapon: Dual Axes
Organisation: None
Appearance: Like a little teapot, short and stout. Amber eyes. An unbraided beard of a similar colour, not as long or as great as an elder dwarf's.
Personality: No more gruff than other dwarves, but one does find his lack of drinking and rowdiness that is common among most dwarves in foreign lands. As a matter of fact, he is more like what dwarves are while in their homes.
Background: Raised on a dwarven farm, which means mushrooms. That kind of living is hard, and generally unsociable, as most other youths are down in the mines, eating one's produce. Then came the time when Derine must complete the Task of Manhood. Unfortunately, he failed, and was cast out of the mountain. There he wandered to the nearest city, and was horrified at the lack of reserve in the dwaves who had taken up residence there. It was then he vowed to live on the surface as dwarves should, quiet, reserved, thoughtful while in the company of others. But he also knew he must complete some kind of heroic act to be once again accepted not only by his family, but by all of dwarf-kind. He may have failed the Task, but he was competant with an axe, often defending crops from from Giant Worms with his father.
Organisation Bonuses: N/A
Misc: *All dwarves, at least the ones of Derine's mountain, suffer from a form of agoraphobia, so, when they are on the surface, they will wear these cloaks, which cover every part of the body, and come with tinted goggles to shield their eyes. They will even wear them in buildings, although not done up, as there is the belief that the 'protection' from the outside is not enough.
Derine sat in the tavern. He didn't bother to learn the name of it, not that of the town he was in. It was unimportant. it was just a stop to his destination. Though where was that exactly? He knew his final destination was home, but where would he go inbetween?
There were dwarves in this tavern. Drinking this...this alcohol. Derine saw it made them act without restraint. Not the dwarf way at all. At least, not in battle. He chose to stick with the water he had in his canteen.
There was one dwarf, at least, Derine assumed he was a dwarf, as he had done the unspeakable act of cutting his beard to shape it, that was sat at the bar, all the time trying to leen over to peer down the top of the serving girl, whose puberty was quite generous to her.
He was sat alone. After first being joined by a dwarf that soon gave up when Derine would not join him in drinking contest when he saw the axes, and then by a tall human woman who said that dwarves her 'speciality', while leaning over the table for full effect, whom he politely sent on her way, he seemed to radiate the sence he just wanted to be left alone.
After a while he decided he had seen enough and trudged up the stairs to his bed. He didn't know how far the next settlement was, and wanted as much rest he could get.
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I tried not to be too general with the descriptions of dwarves.