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[h3]Buldgie Rockstopper[/h3][/center]

[color=#CC6600][b]s p e c i e s[/b][/color]
Dwarf

[color=#CC6600][b]a g e[/b][/color] 
190
[color=#CC6600][b]h e i g h t / w e i g h t[/b][/color] 
4'5, 120lbs

[color=#CC6600][b]g e n d e r[/b][/color]
Male

[center][h3][b]Attributes[/b][/h3][/center]

[color=#CC6600][b]s t a t s[/b][/color] (All stats are on a scale of 1-20)
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[*] [b]Strength[/b] - 16
[*] [b]Agility[/b] - 9
[*] [b]Endurance[/b] - 13
[*] [b]Will[/b] - 7
[*] [b]Intelligence[/b] - 9
[*] [b]Charisma[/b] - 14
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[color=#CC6600][b]s k i l l s[/b][/color]
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[*] [b]Blacksmithing[/b] - Buldgie has put over a century of dedicated practice into the art of metalworking. Though materials are scarce, he is well-known for his ability to reforge high quality products from broken and scavenged metal objects.

[*] [b]Long Hours[/b] - Buldgie has spent innumerable nights standing by his forge, working on time consuming projects. He needs less sleep than the common man, and gets work done faster as a result without detriment to quality.

[*] [b]Explosives[/b] - Buldgie has a bit of a hobby dealing with, producing and controlling explosives from his time in the mines. He maintained this hobby despite moving out into the desert.

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[center][h3][b]Inventory[/b][/h3][/center]

[color=#CC6600][b]w e a p o n s[/b][/color]
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[*] [b] Blacksmith Hammer (1h)[/b] (x1)
[*] [b]Knuckledusters[/b] (X2)
[*] [b]Shrapnel bombs[/b] (x12)
[*] [b] Metal shield[/b] (x1)


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[color=#CC6600][b]a r m o r[/b][/color]
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[*] [b]Head -[/b] Leather
[*] [b]Chest -[/b] Leather and cloth
[*] [b]Left Arm -[/b] Leather and plate
[*] [b]Right Arm -[/b] Leather and plate
[*] [b]Left Leg -[/b] Leather and cloth
[*] [b]Right Leg -[/b] Leather and cloth
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[color=#CC6600][b]e q u i p m e n t[/b][/color]
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[*] [b]Portable Forge[/b] - More akin to an oven on a sled, this squat box of stone has an anvil resting on top. Abaegel’s Dhuuna, Buddy, drags the load.
[*] [b]Smithy Gear[/b] - Resting on Buddy’s saddle packs are the tools required for Buldgie’s work. Hammers, tongs, buckets and a few premade moulds are among the list of things the poor creature has to carry.
[*] [b] Fireworks and Dynamite[/b] - Every time Buldgie leaves a town, he uses his knowledge of crafting explosives to perform a brief fireworks show for the locals to thank them for their business and hospitality. The dynamite is similarly a constant, as it's a good tool to eliminate roadblocks on their route.
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[center][h3][b]Info[/b][/h3][/center]

[color=#CC6600][b]a p p e a r a n c e[/b][/color]
Broad shouldered and stern of brow, Buldgie's physique has been moulded over decades of long, hard laborious work. His fiery hair is kept short and out of the way but, as per dwarven tradition, his beard is untouched. The markings covering his face are painted in thick black oily gunge built up from his tools; they denote his status as a blacksmith with the added bonus of reducing glare to his eyes. His arms and shoulders are peppered with burn scars of varying severity. His hands are calloused and fingertips cracked; the searing heat has set the scowling lines into his features with all the assured precision of his hammer on softened metal. Though he prides himself in his craft, he seldom wears plate armour that isn't affixed onto leather and makes sure it is nowhere near bare skin, for the burning sun can melt his body to his work. The sole exception to the rule is his codpiece. He always, always wears a cup.

[color=#CC6600][b]p e r s o n a l i t y[/b][/color]
Buldgie is a curmudgeon and a salesman. He's loud, boisterous, and hard to miss in a crowd. As master of his own forge for over a century, Buldgie is accustomed to managing his own and naturally carries himself with an ease bordering on arrogance. He takes pride in his reputation and works hard to maintain it. He enjoys being the centre of attention, though perhaps not for the right reasons. He's old, and uses this as an excuse for his somewhat derisive comments towards women, Fae and the natives of the deserts. He also uses his age and experience to explain why he is almost always right, even if he isn't.

Underneath all the flair and colour of his demeanor lies an old veteran of the wastes, a master craftsman and a commendable survivalist. These traits are so heavily engrained into his psyche that they bleed into his showmanship. When the situation calls for a level head and some quick decision making, he's quick to stop griping about his aching old bones and start getting him and all he cares for back into safety - even if it is to continue complaining about his hip in peace.

[color=#CC6600][b]l i k e s[/b][/color]
Peace and quiet
Cool, dark places
Mindless labour
Good food


[color=#CC6600][b]d i s l i k e s[/b][/color]
The Fae
Scavvers
Gleekos
Loss of bodily function [Fear]

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