[b]Name:[/b] Thorick Grumblestoneironslayerbrewkeeperhammermasterhogtamerstormaxetreehumpergrudgebearerproblemsolver (Last name keeps changing)
[b]Race:[/b] Dwarf
[b]Rank:[/b] Lt.
[b]Money:[/b] 200
[b]Title:[/b] (Several he's made up for himself)
[b]Looks:[/b]
[indent][i](Imagine Danny Devito but as a really buff, angry ginger midget with a drinking problem and a habbit of killing everything in front of him.)[/i][/indent]

[b]Traits:[/b]
	- Inspirational Commander
	- Big

[b]Flaws: [/b]
	- Drunk
	- Vanguard General

[b]Strength:[/b] 12
[b]Intelligence:[/b] -1
[b]Charisma:[/b] 0

[b]History: [/b]

[indent]Thorick is best described as the world's angriest, most belligerent dwarf capable of surviving on little more than rage and booze. He is the stuff of legends who claims to possess many titles, untold wealth and absolutely no trouble with crippling alcoholism. Anyone with a functioning brain can tell he's also terrible at lying. His origins are a mystery with some claiming he was the bastard child between a highland harlot and an especially attractive bear, others say he was a pit fighting slave who killed so many pit fighters, the arena went out of business because he killed his opponents faster than they could get new ones, yet other say he fell from the heavens in a flaming ball of rage as divine punishment upon the mortal world for one sin or another. Thorick himself is either too hammered or too busy with killing to really give consistent answers. He isn't the brightest candle in the castle (he's more akin to a brick in more ways than one) but if something needs killing, he will do it full force in such a way that it inspires those around him. He's come to the New World after being told that there's stuff that needs killing and enough wealth to potentially pay his ludicrous tavern debts.[/indent]