Nottin Anvilsmite

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First Name: Nottin
Last Name: Anvilsmite

Appearance:

Race: Shield Dwarf
Age: 125
Height 4.3ft
Weight: 187lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair:
Unkempt hair, that for the last few years has all but turned to white
Facial Hair Style:
Long beard, generally tied into one or more long tails. Sometimes will clamp with a plain piece of metal, more for convenience than adornment

Further Description:
Nottin Anvilsmite is usually heard coming long before he is seen, and then smelt long before he is near. If you was to meet him walking upon a path, his armor is clanging and clattering, his tower shield has wore the only shiny spot upon his plate armor from banging against his thigh as he laboriously walks. His Dwarven Axehead knocks against his other leg where it hangs upside down from his belt by a stout rattail woven from Orc hair.
His white beard, often greyish from dust and dirt, protrudes from beneath his helm where it swishes back and forth across the breast of his plate armor, tufts of hair poke out from the helms eye-sockets and any other cracks found in the helm.

Personality Profile:
General Health:
Inheriting the strength and constitution of the Anvilsmites, Nottin is stout and very hearty!
Deity: Moradin
Initial Alignment:
Lawful Good. A dwarf that is as good as his word, and as honorable as his surname
Profession:
To fund his Life quest and Oath, Nottin has been known to seek out bounties that are honorable, and has even sold his Abilities as a Mercenary on rare occasion; providing the task doesn't conflict with his deeply held moral beliefs
Base Class & Proposed Development:
Nottin is a Dwarven Defender with some Man at Arms training, and blessed of Moradin with a few minor Clerical abilities

Habits/Hobbies:
Nottin has an innate curiosity that often gets him into trouble and often violently ill. If a cauldron is brewing, he may sniff it, and then take a spoon and sample taste it. If a keg is present, even if within an Orc cavern, he may tap it and take a gulp. If he spots mushrooms growing out of the bones of a dead Owlbear, he might pinch off a piece and nibble it. Nottin is diverse and open when it comes to all things that can be consumed or imbibed.

Languages:
Common and Dwarven. Also raised up with a Halfling as a best friend, Nottin learned to speak the language of his Halfling neighbors.
Weapon of Choice: Dwarven Axe

Background:
Nottin Anvilsmite was born in Sundabar located in “The North”. While losing all memory of any past Clan connections, the Anvilsmites have been an important part of an enclave of Dwarven Sundabar smiths.

Goals:
The Oath of Nottin: The Shield Dwarf has taken an oath to recover a family heirloom, a Dwarven Axe his great-great-great grandfather Brivix Anvilsmite forged in the Evenfire.
The Axe was lost by his father when he fell during an attack upon Sundabar by a band of Orcs.
After a few years passed, the Dwarven Axe heirloom was forgotten by all but Nottin. Selling his few possessions, Nottin Anvilsmite payed a human of questionable power to scry for the location of the Axe. The human swore that he discerned the Axe was traveling with a merchant cavern to the Sword Coast region. Nottin traveled by land and sea, until he reached Baldur's Gate all but destitute.
Additionally, Nottin Anvilsmite swore in the name of Moradin, that he shall avoid any form of personal hygiene until he has fulfilled his oath to recover the treasured generational heirloom.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
"The Folly of Nottin the Flatulent:"
Nottin has his own theory on what the “Thunder Blessing” means; Nottin is the walking definition of severe flatulence.
What some would consider a curse, Nottin theorizes that his flatulence is the hidden secret powers of the “Thunder Blessing”.
One of his war cry's is proceeded by one of his legendary, odious farts, and the enemy must make a will save or become shaken and fearful of the smelly dwarfs even worse gaseous fumes.