Last Name: Steinbeard
Slayer Title: "Giant-Slayer"
Appearance:
Grizzle's many corded muscles have run out of places to hide, likely being one of the strongest looking dwarves you've ever witnessed. His head is shaved save for a greased up orange mohawk, with tattoos of a Frost Giant and a Lich on both triceps. A large waraxe, a spiked shield and a cloak of Kraak Helzak rest on his back. His armor consists of knee spikes, razor ridged gauntlets and boots with nails sticking out the ends. There's also a small keg of cheap ale strapped to his right hip, sloshing as he walks. He isn't uglier then your typical Shield Dwarf but most his shortcomings quickly show through his insufferable personality.
Race: Shield Dwarf
Age: 181
Height: 4'8
Weight: 260
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Reddish Orange
Facial Hair Style: Largely untamed, blood caked beard down to his belt
Personality Profile:
With all the sterotypes about Shield-Dwarves, Grizzles rudeness is on another level entirely. He is almost gifted at warping every question, comment and response into an insult. You would likely get the feeling you are an annoyance to him as soon as you approached. And just when you think you are getting used to him he verbally gives you some other reason to hate him. Grizzle has zero tact, a short temper and his lack of social patience is something of legend. He's always willing to fight and die by his own harsh words at seemingly any moment. Nothing really happened to him to justify this behavior, he's just always been this way.
Grizzle also refuses to knowingly help any Half-Orcs or Grey Orcs and just assumes every elf is lazy and useless until proven otherwise. On the other hand he can be quite tolerable to other dwarves, gnomes and some halflings. It's not that he's evil per-se, it's just that he's a complete jerk with no regard for your feelings or insecurites. Luckily ale is generally a very quick way to his heart, as is notable bravery and other strong battle hungry warriors.
Surprisingly he is also highly intelligent and, when paired with his battle prowess, makes him quite the gifted Slayer. Unfortunately his constant need to face dangerous foes often clouds his judgement, though he's generally more of a tactician then most Berserkers or Slayers(when he's not recklessly charging into battle).
General Health: Many scarred bare chest, missing index finger on left hand, half drunk 90% of the time
Deity: Every Dwarven Deity
Initial Alignment: CN
Profession: Slayer
Base Class & Proposed Development: Barbarian/Berserker/Battlerager
Habits/Hobbies: If he wasn't such a talented Slayer he would likely just be the town drunk, though he still spends half his time at the bottom of a mug.
Languages: Dwarven, Gnome, Halfling, Common
Weapon of Choice: Waraxe & Throwing Axe
Background:
Grizzle was orphaned into a small dwarven barbarian clan of little note(numbering around 8 to 12). Clan Steinbeard is nomadic in nature, traveling from the Spine of the World mountains all the way down to briefly settling in the Troll Hills. Only the most scholarly would know the clan is mainly known for it's mid battle drinking, signified by a Stein loosely wrapped to the left arm. Over the years the fierce barbarians have unknowingly saved many travelers with their frequent raids on every Orc and Goblin encampment they hear of. They almost exclusively trade animal hides for massive quantities of whatever ale is cheapest at the time, usually dealing with dwarves, gnomes and halflings.
Tragically during year 1351 Clan Steinbeard was annihilated by the multitude of undead plaguing the troll hills & currently threatening Baldur's Gate. Grizzle is presumably the only survivor, shamefully due to the fact he fled after being the last dwarf standing. After a month of drunken stupidity(taking refuge in the Fortress Kraak Helzak) he decided to end his shame and take the Slayers Oath:
"I am a dwarf, my honor is my life and without it I am nothing. I shall become a Slayer, I shall seek redemption in the eyes of my ancestors. I shall become as death to my enemies until I face he that takes my life and my shame."
Since then he's been traveling up and down the Sword Coast seeking any foe worthy of his axe, awaiting orders from the Slayer-King. He's been seen taking on the mercenary role, figuring he mine as well get paid for killing things he would've killed anyways. He's also been known to enter contests of might and drink. Recently he managed to slay a Frost Giant Shaman in single combat, earning him the title of Giant-Slayer. His thirst for a deadly opponent truly has no end, even traveling to the Underdark in search of a worthy foe.
Goals & Plot-Hook Ideas:
-Revenge against the undead as a whole, especially those near the Troll Hills
-Attain the impossible rank of "Dragon-Slayer" among the Slayers
-Attain the rank of "Living Legend" among the Slayers(aka outdrinking everyone)
-Wield the finest axe Helzak has ever forged
-Lead his own brigade of berserkers, despite his obvious lack of leadership qualities
-Prove himself to Slayer-King Dovkin Battlehammer
-Increase his Orc-Scalp collection
-Ravage a fine dwarven lass, too bad none would ever have him
-Finally end his shame with a truly glorious death
