Name- Tudolf Rumgear

Race- Dwarf

Male/Female-Male

Appearance- He is five foot one which is quite tall for a dwarf and has dirty blonde hair with streaks of grey that is very much charred at its ends. He has a magnificent beard that is largely unkept and messy also with charred endings. His skin is a fair bit more tanned then the average dwarf and has dull blue eyes in the middle of his mundane face. As for his armour, he has two different gauntlets, one of his design but another dwarf' handy work while the other appears to be a fairly old elven design from quite a few generations past. His main chest plate is riddled with obvious weld marks that show how the Orcish and human armour were tediously welded together to form something that looked like you'd see ignored or Mr.Hyde wearing with it cut straight down the middle and such. As for boots, they are both human in make but many broken down bits have been fixed up with Dwarven bits and pieces. Underneath it all he wears a purple, tattered, torn and scorched necromancer's robe that somehow managed to survive the beating it's precious owner took. His armour doesn't have a helmet per say but does have armouring in the lining of the hood to block bladed hits but things with more blunt force can still get through. 

Backstory- Once a drunk nobody Tudolf became a drunk somebody when he discovered his passion of the arcane arts and experimentation with black powder. Before becoming the force to be trifled with that he is today Tudolf Rumgear was raised with an average, Dwarven upbringing amount his people. Tudolf wasn't much of a skilled arms man and while he possessed quite a bit of knowledge in fist fighting and other more scholarly subjects he never had enough drive to be able to make a living out of it. Of course since the dwarfs knowledge was of no use to himself he had to 'settle' for working the mines which in itself wasn't a bad thing but was just boring in general for him. Tudolf continued with his minding and usually spent the rest of his free time trying to drink away his problems at the local pub in his underground home.
 One day while drinking his sorrows away a great tremor erupted throughout the city, it's origin was a local and not extremely experience  necromancer that had amassed a huge army of undead dwarves and other beings to do his bidding. Though the local guardians of the town tried to keep the creatures at bay they eventually began to fall. This all took place a hour or so after the initial shudder while Tudolf was still inside the bar drinking what could be his last mug of ale, completely oblivious to the dangers that were unfolding. Finally things got worse and the constant strain of the battle caused a cave in on the small city burning many parts of the city but also trapping the necromancer and a majority of his undead army. Tudolf was even still inside the bar, passed out and asleep on the very side of the rubble that the necromancer was on which wasn't good since his only experience with fighting was hand to hand and he doubted anyone else would be doing the same.
 Two weeks later most people had tried to secure the rubble in order to make sure that the necromancer could not escape but after a mishap with some of the construction workers a very heavy support fell straight through the rubble and into the other side. While the guards prepared for a fight they were instead met with a half drunk dwarf wearing an amalgam of different armours and wielding nothing but his fists and magic. No one is quite sure what went down in there (not even Tudolf is quite sure) but Tudolf had found his calling, fighting off enemies with the might of his sword, the magic of his mind and the power of whatever had been poured into his last cup. Tudolf didn't stick around the city very long afterward and simply stayed as he was getting a blacksmith to forge him a strange looking gauntlet that no one was quite sure about wether it was purely for defence or wether it had a bit more 'kick' to it so to speak. Now he's on his way to join up with the band of mercenaries known as the black band, that is if he isn't killed first.

Skills-  
-Experienced Hand to hand combatant I.E being able to throw down with people twice his size although some demons seem to be issues.
-Tudolf has good aim, he can't hit a worm out of an apple that's hanging on a tree a mile away but he might be able to hit pretty close to the tree with anything from a spell to his gauntlet (see equipment)
-Naturally Tudolf can hold his liquor well and can usually tell if there's something 'funky' in his drink such as poison or a potion although he is very unlikely to be able to tell what it is in the drink.

(If needed)Magic/magical abilities-
Tudolf possesses a wide array of magically abilities although a great majority if them are either useless or just utility. I will name out a few offensive, defensive and utility spells that are of particular interest:

Growth: able to make himself just about the size of an Orc for a small bit of time (two minutes at Max)
Zap: able to fire off bolts of electricity from arms or palms. Also able to conduct it through metals.
Flame: able to manipulate fire but not actually create any. Also his control over this is more difficult as flames like to flicker and such.
Light: he can summon a small glob of light that will float above his hand for however long he holds his hand out.
Arcane bolt: a short blast of raw magical energy that is very unstable which means it will quickly disparate when it moves to far away from the caster but it is also very fast.
Water to wine: he's able to quickly turn normal water into a variety of alcoholic beverages. He is very skilled with this spell.


Equipment- 
-poorly put together armour that has bits and pieces of very different cultures and races to thank for the parts. It basically a welded together mess that's mostly been able to stay together thanks to the magic inputed into it.
-Gauntlet that fires short range stones or pebbles at high velocity thanks to black powder. It is set off by the snapping of the fingers on the particular gauntlet.

(If needed)Extra items- 
-A steel and wooden mug that has his initials scratched in it which he also commonly uses as a weapon to accent his unarmed combat. 

Other: I will wear the black band my fine bean!