Name: Boendal Silvereye
Alias: Butcher of the Red Seven
Origin: Silverholm, Spine of the World
Birthdate: Midwinter, 1134 DR
Race: Shield Dwarf
Deity: Morndinsamman, with special devotion towards Haela Brightaxe
Alignment: Lawful Good
Hair Color: Coal black with streaks of silver
Eye Color: Blue
Organisations: Kingdom of Kraak Helzak [Citizen], Children of Abbathor [ex-communicated]
Profession: Guardian, Warrior, Seeker,
The scent of pine and ceder smoke broken by faint hints of tobacco and saffron cling to the air about the man. The faint begins of a paunch clinging to the otherwise muscled frame, bulldog like brows that crease into a semi-permanent scowl of paternal disapproval for the world around him. Adorned in gold plated mithral armour the dwarf openly wears more wealth upon his person than most human families earn in several generations.
Belted to his hip a large ornately crafted Dwarven waraxe, an Ancestral weapon containing the finger bone of the founder of his clan. The Dethek Runes for Diplomacy worked into the haft of the axe.
Vices: Wrath, Greed, Pride
Stern, dismissive, and sometimes overbearing Boendal is a dwarf of many flaws. Preferring to do things his way with little thought for the feelings of others in regards to actions and more often than not prone to moving based on impulse, more than happy to justify rash action as momentary pragmatism. Despite all this Boendal is in large part a private person in regards to his own thoughts, preferring to keep the council of a small few -trusted- kin and friends when faced with problems that don't provide an obvious or direct solution.
"Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things." - Unknown Dwarf
Boendal is a driven individual, his goals beyond that of what will be achievable alone and will take longer than he yet has to live. Still he carries them on with all the mule-headed stubbornness of the children of stone hoping to inspire greater deeds yet from the younger generations and to one day see the fallen kingdoms reclaimed. For halls to ring with the peel of hammer and caverns to echo with the pitter-patter of beardling feet.
Holding a great interest in lost dwarven holds, ancestry and histories Boendal's life's dream is to see the northern kingdoms of shield dwarves restored and the rightful heirs to these lost places sat once more in the halls of their forefathers.
Boendal is a warrior first and foremost, used to the bleak reality of tunnel warfare, extended periods of hyper vigilance and regimental discipline of mind required to maintain a job as a watchman. He however was not always so disciplined, possessed of a vicious streak of avarice in his youth the young dwarf spent time some of the darker elements of dwarven society.
Oft sat in the shadow of a holier than thou father, Boendal spent much of his first century in the pursuit acquisition and keeping of gold gems and relics of his people. Having spent several decades as a second story man and enforcer for a chapter of the Son's of Abbathor in Adbar. Having some skill in goading, intimidation, and more than his share of knowledge in the use and application of violence to achieve desired outcomes Boendal has a thuggish past and as they say old habits die hard.