Race: Dwarf, Shield
Homeland: Mining Town of Glen, Mistledale
Birthdate: Mirtul 15th, 1202 DR
Faith: Devout of Dumathoin
Weight: 205 lbs.
Majority of his childhood and young adult years had passed with looking for ways to escape from responsibilities and skip his studies. Studies that were meant to teach him the ways to run their business with his brother one day. But sitting in an office and deal the ore and the gems did not suit young Higan, he was to chase those riches and be the finder of such things he believed. He had to be one who laid their eyes on the shiny veins or clusters of gems. Travelers from both below and above the grounds fascinated him with the goods that they have brought with them, and they were plenty of them that made Higan's cravings for exploration unbearable day by day.
It took him many years of struggle and many arguments with his brother and father to convince that what they do was not his calling. But eventually, friendly talks the caravan masters have become offers to company them to the shorter distances, traveling with caravans on trade routes have become expeditions to the uncharted parts of the realms over the years.
Decades have passed with travel and small pockets of quality time with family, almost as if a routine. The business prospered with Higans first-hand findings and his brothers trading smarts. Higan never got married or had any children, -not many were willing to settle down with the burly never-at-home dwarf- but he loved his twin nephew and niece as of his own. Eventually, his father passed away of old age with family and friends aside.
Coming back from one expedition, he found a broken home that shattered his merry life. During his long absence, his brother and family were killed because of a stupid feud stemmed from petty business rivalry and that the perpetrators had been hanged. Not even being able to avenge his kin, Higan found himself to spiraling down on a path of grief and anger, led by the bottle. It was a talhund of Dumathoin he used to travel who saved his broken mind, forcing him away from the bottled demons and on to a path of moving on. Steeling his devotion to his god and finding his lost will to explore once more, he closed the business, said his goodbyes and left Glen. For good, this time. Since then Higan is traveling the realms, above and below, seeking riches for the riches sake. His latest destination seems to be the Sword Coast, intending to explore it from top to the bottom.
A worn helmet, half made of scales can be seen with him at all times, it seems to be the oldest piece of equipment he carries.
He is not confrontational and does not care for personal insults thrown at him. He does not care for the coin but he can be greedy for the information about anything that has not been explored yet or unique.