[hider=Solveig Forgeheart][center][hider="A Proper Fighter"][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/32/ac/c332acdcfbb54d8e98dd2757277bf64d.png[/img][/hider]
[h2]SOLVEIG FORGEHEART[/h2]
[color=8d8d8d][b]"Say that about me Mother again... I dare ya..."[/b][/color][/center]

[color=DBA901][sub]B A S I C S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]NAME[/color][/sub]
Solveig Forgeheart

[sub][color=8d8d8d]AGE[/color][/sub]
30 in human years

[sub][color=8d8d8d]RACE[/color][/sub]
A proud Dwarf

[sub][color=8d8d8d]CLASS[/color][/sub]
Pugilist

[sub][color=8d8d8d]OCCUPATION[/color][/sub]
Prizefighter

[sub][color=8d8d8d]ORIGINATES FROM[/color][/sub]
Tharum Kholdur

[sub][color=8d8d8d]IF OUTSIDE TORVELT[/color][/sub]
One of the Mountain Cities in the Dwarven Realm, Tharum Kholdur is a bustling centre of commerce both in and out of Dwarven kind. Falling in line with many of the mountain holds, the structure and architecture is all within the mountain ranging from the very peak to deep mines within the earth. The city's populace is almost entirely Dwarves, with other races being tourists, employees or merchants looking to trade and sell.
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[color=DBA901][sub]P H Y S I C A L  A T T R I B U T E S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION[/color][/sub]
Solveig is as stout and as stocky as Dwarves come. While he's slightly taller than most Dwarves, Solveig sports an unruly head of dark brown hair that falls to his shoulders and a beard to match. His beard has two braids, held together by silver bands. While he has a bit of a beer belly as most of his kind do, his build is comparable to the modern Strongman all bundled up in a 4' 1" package. He also bares a Dwarven tattoo that stretches over his left pec, shoulder and upper arm.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]STRENGTHS[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Hand-to-hand combat: While his style is much more scrappier than the grace of Monastic techniques, it is the only way he knows how to fight and he does it well.
[*] Resilience: Solveig is a hard man to knock down, and even harder to keep down.
[*] Improvised weapons: After being in many street fights and tavern brawls, Solveig has a knack for making the most mundane objects a brutal weapon. Chairs, stools, mugs, bottles just to name a few.
[*] Athletics
[*] Iron Liver: Other than mining, there is one thing Dwarves are known for- Drinking! And Solveig is no exception. Years of drinking have made him a pro at the game. As the old saying goes, "Never get into a drinking contest with a Dwarf."
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]WEAKNESSES[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Height: While he is hardy, Solveig is still a Dwarf so he has no reach. This means he has to get inside of opponent's reach when it comes to taller races and has to work harder to keep up in terms of speed.
[*] Weaponry: While Solveig has had the most basic of training with axes and warhammers as most Dwarves do, his training does not go past that. Besides, he much prefers using his fists anyways.
[*] Lack of armour: Following his pugilistic fighting style, Solveig does not wear any sort of armour. While this is used to keep him light on his feet (for a dwarf) this can prove to be a dangerous choice when he is attacked by weapons.
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[color=DBA901][sub]P S Y C H O L O G I C A L  A T T R I B U T E S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]PERSONALITY[/color][/sub]
Headstrong - Jovial - Proud - Stubborn - Confrontational - Loyal

[sub][color=8d8d8d]SEXUALITY[/color][/sub]
Bisexual

[sub][color=8d8d8d]FEARS[/color][/sub]
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[*] Heights
[*] Being powerless
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]GOALS[/color][/sub]
[list]
[*] To become a famous fighter
[*] To atone for his crimes
[*] To return home
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[color=DBA901][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][indent][hr][color=8d8d8d][i]A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.[/i][/color]

[sub][color=8d8d8d]Darkvision[/color][/sub]
Being accustomed to mountain living, Solveig as the innate ability to see in the dark. He can see 60 feet ahead of him in dim light as if it was bright light, and in darkness he can see as if it was dim light. However, this is only in shades of grey.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]Cross-Counter[/color][/sub]
One of Solveig's favorite techniques, if he takes an attack then Solveig can redirect the brunt of the force and reply back with a harsh liver blow hook.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]One, Two, Three, Floor[/color][/sub]
Solveig unleashes a quick flurry of blows. The first two attacks are used to double the opponent over, especially if they are taller. The third and final attack is aimed at the jaw to send his enemy crashing to the ground.

[sub][color=8d8d8d]Stick and Move[/color][/sub]
Solveig dances around his opponents with his quick footwork. Combining this with his height, Solveig has an uncanny ability of slipping in and out of an opponent's reach and blindspots.
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[color=DBA901][sub]G E A R[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]ITEMS ON PERSON[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Drinking horn
[*] Roll of thin cloth for hand-wraps.
[*] Deck of cards from his homeland.
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]WEAPONS[/color][/sub][list]
[*] A pair of brass knuckles, engraved with dwarven runes (non-magical)
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[color=DBA901][sub]H I S T O R Y[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
Born in the mountainous caverns of Tharum Koldur, Solveig grew up like many of his kind did. As soon as he could, a pick was put in his hands and he learnt all there was to the art of Mining. He quickly learnt the value in ores, minerals and gems. His family was descended from a long line of crafters and blacksmiths, and it was assuredly to be Solveig's fate. 

In his teenage years, Solveig spent a lot of time at the markets when he wasn't learning how to mine or how to use Dwarven weaponry. It was there that he discovered Prizefighting. A crowd would gather in the square as two men began to circle each other. Solveig originally thought it was just a fight but that wasn't the case. It was about two warriors who were going to go toe-to-toe in a contest of power and skill. That was the true aspect, and the glory that went along with it. Raucous cheers surrounded young Solveig for each punch thrown or sidestepped as coins practically showered the edge of the makeshift ring. This was the life Solveig would choose.

He would spend any time he could watching these fights, shadowboxing by the edge to learn what he could. Eventually, he'd make his debut. To the surprise of everyone, the rookie won and it caught the eye of some particular folk. They saw the talent and a way to make money off of it. They approached him with an offer to throw his next fight. Solveig initially refused, but a young Dwarf's avarice can take hold rather quickly. Once the offer was right, Solveig would eventually agree.

He would continue this way of living for a long time. Sometimes his new 'endorsers' would allow him to win the fight, but mostly he would go down whenever they decided. However, the city eventually found out. Disgraced, Solveig was run out of Tharum Koldur and banished to Torvelt. If he could make it in such a harsh environment then he would be awarded his Dwarven honor back.

It was a tough adjustment at first but he had survived the five years he's lived in Torvelt so far. This time he was fighting for himself, and nothing hanging over his head. He's spent these years going tavern to tavern, taking on any challenger and spending night and day drinking and prizefighting. While he's run into trouble a fair few times, he's always punched his way out in the end. Solveig still thinks about going home, but he still feels he has something to prove. Besides, he could get used to this...
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