This be a chore fillin' out, lad. Used Baldurs Gate to get me stats straight. I think everythin' looks like how it should, but give me a holla' if you need somin' changin'. DND aint my strong suit.

[b]Name:[/b] Rokdar Ironvein
[b]Age:[/b] 195
[b]Class:[/b] Dwarven Defender
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Length(preferably in meters):[/b] 1.2446 metres (4'1 feet)
[b]Race:[/b] Dwarf
[b]Racial benefits:[/b] +2 Con, -2 Cha, -2 Dex, 
[b]Appearance[/b] [hider=Space Saver][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/UiDywcF.png[/img][/center][/hider]

STR(Strenght) [u]18/32[/u]
DEX(Dexterity) [u]17[/u]
CON(Constitution) [u]19[/u]
INT(Intelligence) [u]12[/u]
WIS(Wisdom) [u]12[/u]
CHR(Charisma) [u]10[/u]

[b]Spells:[/b] None

[b]Skills:[/b]

Two Handed Weapon: 75

One Handed Weapon: 25

Axes: 50

Hammers: 50

Crossbow: 25

[b]Abilities:[/b] Defensive Stance (Defender gains +50% resistance to all forms of physical damage)

[b]Armour:[/b] Full Plate Mail (Armour Class 1)

[b]Weapons:[/b] Two-Handed Battle Axe (1D10), One-Handed War Hammer (1d4 +1), Heavy Crossbow (+2), Bolts.

[b]Items:[/b] Three potions of cure light wounds.

[b]Gold:[/b] 18GP

[b]Biography:[/b] Rokdar is a veteran Dwarven Defender, down on his luck and broke. After retiring from a lucrative career in the mercenary trade, he invested his hefty savings into raising his own fishing fleet, with the intent of taking it easy whilst his workers brought in the gold. Things didn't go that way however, and all the Gods spat on him the day they brought a storm against the Sword Coast and wrecked all the ships in his fleet. 

Left almost penniless by the disaster, Rokdar took up his axe one last time, and committed himself back to the mercenary game. However, no one had much use for an aged, past-his-best Dwarf, and work was slow. He escorted a few caravans for a fraction of the pay he'd usually be offered, and joined the occasional campaigns undertaken by local Lords for even less. This led him into depression, and he spent most of his days drinking away his sorrows on what little money he could piece together.

Between jobs, he found himself in yet another local tavern, downing beers and grumbling about his "glory days" to anyone who would listen. As he demanded the beer wench for another ale, she gave him a recruitment notice that had been pinned to one of the taverns' walls. Rokdar read over the words, promptly finished his next ale, threw two whole gold pieces at the girl and left without a word said to find his new employer. 

The wizard's offer of reward sounded more than adequate to feed Rokdar unto the rest of his days.