Ginfir Giantsbane
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A bloody dwarf with a large blade strapped to his back (a falchion, to be exact). Though this 200 lbs bulk of muscle is quite similar to most dwarves, there are some oddities. For starters, he looks a lot more at ease in the wilderness than most of his kin. Then there is his weapon of choice. Where most dwarves would carry axes or hammers, this dwarf walks around with a large blade. Also, contrary to his looks, this dwarf is quite intelligent, and some say, even literate... | |
| Appearance | |
| Race: | Shield dwarf |
| Age: | 87 |
| Height: | 130 cm |
| Weight: | 90kg |
| Eyes: | WIP |
| Hair: | WIP |
| Skin-tone: | WIP |
| General health: | Healthy as a bear |
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There is a certain fire in this dwarf. There's also a certain darkness in this dwarf, accompanied by a sadness in his eyes. He seems to have a single purpose in his life. It's not hard to figure out what that is, as it comes up in each conversation he has. The death of all of giant-kind. | |
| Deity: | WIP |
| Initial Alignment: | WIP |
| Profession: | Fighter |
| Base Class: | Fighter |
| Hobbies: | Studying giants to better kill them |
| Languages: | Common, dwarf, jotun |
| Weapon of choice: | A falchion |
| Background | |
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Rumor has it that Ginfir's clan was eradicated by a Giant tribe. Nobody knows how, but Ginfir was one of the few, if not the only survivors of that onslaught. It's not hard to figure out how he got his dedication to his new life goal after that. | |