[hider=Drimbold Hammarson] [h3]Character Sheet.[/h3]

[b]Name:[/b] Drimbold Hammarson

[b]Age:[/b] 187

[b]Appearence:[/b] 

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Drimbold is a muscled, burly Dwarf of gnarled skin nearly thick as leather. He's hardly ever seen without his helmet, but he's got a long thick mane of grey hair trailing down his back, just as his great braided beard trails down to reach past his belt. He weighs over two hundred pounds despite being over a head shorter than most men. His eyes are the color of iron, framing his leathery face. His barrel chest is made of hard muscle, as is the rest of him. If you could ever picture a bearded boulder wielding an Axe and shield, it would look a lot like Drimbold Hammarson.

[b]Race:[/b] Dwarf 

[b]Diety:[/b] Belia, Lady of the Mountain.

[b]Personality:[/b]Drimbold is a wise and battle hardened Dwarf, with a dour disposition. If he even has a sense of humor, it's a very dark, mirthless one. He often grumbles when not speaking, and will not hesitate to tell a lesser experienced person 'what for,' or "I told you so." On the surface, he seems nothing more than an old veteran with a single minded determination and stubborn/grumpy to a fault. 

This is not entirely inaccurate, but the fact that he does not speak much does not mean he lacks feeling. The death of his hearth and home was devastating to him, and it took him years to get over it and fuel his purpose in life to halting the advancing dead. Some say he's too stubborn to die, having sworn to see the crusades done before he finally keels over from old age. 

He enjoys working with his hands and loves thinking through strategies. However, sometimes his bullheadedness means he'll charge in regardless of whether or not he's thought up a good strategy. He'll not be talked down to, no matter if you're a King or a Duchess. He demands respect, but shows himself like an old uncle or grandfather to those who give him due honor.   

[b]Skill:[/b]

*[i]Masterful:[/i] Axemanship

*[i]Skilled:[/i] Mining, Unarmed

*[i]Adept:[/i] Club/Spear Weapons, Smithing

*[i]Novice:[/i] Cooking, Strategy

Traits: 
[b]Dwarven Stubborness[/b]: Strong and enduring both mentally and physically, but it's hard to sway him once he makes up his mind and sets his feet in a direction. 

[b]Soldiery[/b]: Has a good mind for combat, and where do stand on a battlefield, and general warfare. 

[b]Great Beard[/b]: Very old, so a bit slow sometimes, and stuck in his ways. But very wise, as well. 

[b]Craftsman[/b]: Good at working with his hands. 

[b]Backstory:[/b] Drimbold grew up in one of the smaller northern towns of Operath, growing up as a miner for some time, before he became a shaper of metal and a smith of some local renown. Due to the frontier style of their town, they had to deal with various marauders and monsters, having an active militia that some of the strongest folk took part in and trained monthly. Drimbold was one of the senior members of it when the Shining Coffin gates swung open. 

He protected his town and his young family from a few straggler undead that had made it to the northern mountains, but it was nothing truly to worry about. It was the 2nd war that drove him into the pit of despair, for he and his fellows were summoned northward to halt the advance of the new and improved army of the dead. While they slew more than they lost, they lost much more than they could afford, and their militia band scattered. 

Their village was decimated, and Drimbold lost his wife and daughters to the Undead horde, and swore vengeance on all Undead and their masters. He put down his hammer for good, and took up his Axe and armor, serving in the army until the 2nd war was complete, and after that serving as a guard and Mercenary until he was called for this new Crusade of Reclamation. No damned Crusade would be had without him there. The Dwarf was now quite old, but still very hearty and strong. 

[b]Weapons and Armor:[/b] 
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[*]Coat of plates (and armor such as greaves, pauldrons, etc.)
[*]Helm
[*]Well forged Axe
[*]Large Shield
[*]Throwing Axe
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[b]Misc Gear and Possessions:[/b]
[list]
[*]Trail rations
[*]Flask
[*]Keepsake Necklace
[*]Iron rings along his fingers and beard
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