Hope I'm not too late. Every party needs their brash and drunk dwarf. 

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[b]Name:[/b] "Brimar the Bloodied, pleasure tah' meet you."

[b]Race:[/b] "Are yah' blind or you tryin' to be funny!? I'm a dwarf!"

[b]Age:[/b] "Does it really mattah'? I'm 53. You happy now!?"

[b]Appearance:[/b] "I look just about like any other of mah' kin. Short an' hairy, the weh' God made all dwarf kin. I have this rund' and bulbus nose that goes red wen' I get into a fight. Wanna see? Then fight me yah' milk drinking coward! Ain't got no more hair on the top of mi' head but I got this beard all long an' white. I have this scar runnin' down the lenght of mi' arm. A gud' storeh' to tell over a camp fire, aye? This suit of fine armur' was passed on to me by my dad. It's the fighten' wear of my clan. Another good story to tell sometime. Solid steel it is. Painted red so we don't ave' to repaint it after a good bash."

[b]Reason for joining the Outcasts:[/b] "I used to be part of the Peak Cliff clan, far to the east yah' see. Been some bad blood between me and mi' cousins. Nothin' uncommon between us dwarven kin. We've been driftin' apart this past few years few years though and it's only been gettin' worst. Then a couple of months ago, I was woken up in the middle of the night but a huge ruckus. Found out mi' cousins are lyin' in a pool of their own blood. Guess who the rest of mi' kin blamed. Ever since then, I'd been driftin' around this here parts till I met you lot."

[b]Skills:[/b] "I make things thin's bleed. It's in mah' name. I can tell mi' metals apart too. First thin' you learn if you're a dwarf. Wanna know if it's brass or gold? Bring it ere' and I'll tell yah. Apart from thos'? I can make moonshroom ale. It taste like turd but it's gun'a make yah' drunk an' happy."

[b]Motto/Catchphrase:[/b] "Let's get bashin'!" 
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