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Name: Thurin Stonewrought III 

Age: 112

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's a tough and muscled Dwarf, with dark eyes to match his hair. Thurin's Beard reaches down past his belt, unbraided, though he has bronze fixings framing his beard to keep it a tad shorter so he could fight easier. His broad bladed Axe is finely crafted Steel, used as both a walking stick and his main heavy weapon. He had four throwing axes he can use as shorter weapons as well, if need be. His armor is made for light travel, though that still means he is clad in masterwork chainmail and half plate armor on certain areas of his body.

Skills and Flaws: 
Skills
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[*]Good warrior
[*]Good singer
[*]Good smith
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Flaws
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[*]Greed 
[*]Obsessive/Single Minded
[*]Tactless/Thoughtless
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Background:  Thurin III was born one hundred and twelve years ago. His father was Thurin the II, one of the initial reclaimers of his ancestral home, who led one of the contingents of Dwarves into the deep as they slew the foul Orcs that infested the mines. Thurin I, his grandfather, fought in the Battle of the Seven Anvils as a young lad, and later served in the War of the North. Thurin was born in a line of proud and admirable Dwarves, and he does not intend to besmirch their legacy.

When he came of age, he took to the Axe and tried his hand at exploration to aid in the Dwarves as they delved deeper into the earth. Ever reaching for veins of precious metals, Thurin was given the task of leading a few incursions into the lesser known roads of the underworld. At times they found nothing, having to come back empty handed other than fixing the ever increasing maps with dead ends. Other times, they found veins of ore. Mostly Iron and Silver, though they did find a Golden vein at one point. Thrice, they came upon pockets of Orcs in the deep places of the world, fighting their way in and slaughtering the foul Goblins with their finely crafted weapons. And indeed, there was one instance where they found a beast they had not seen before. A nameless creature they merely caught glimpses of, and decided to delve no further, for its bulk was massive and its very presence befouled the air, having become rank with Dwarven fear. It raked into solid rock as if it were dirt, and screeched as it fed on slain Goblins.

From his experiences of the vastness that is the deep, Thurin the III decided he very much wished to see what was upon the surface as well, and was given leave to travel the lands as long as he sent back word to his father of useful places to colonize. He made a living as a mercenary and a singer. He was gone for 23 years, and returned back with many great tales and more than a few scars. Once he had returned (age 97) he had gone back to his previous life of delving into the earth.

In between his expeditions, he would go back to mining, for he had worked as a miner as a mere Beardling to hone his muscles and, as his father claimed, teach him a good work ethic. He tried smithing a time or two, and while no slouch, it wasn't his calling. His greatest love was adventuring, and because of his successes at finding minerals and new realms to conquer, as well as his family lineage, he was chosen among a throng of Dwarves to find the lost secrets of the silent colony. 

Miscellaneous: (Other information you’d like to share about your character.)
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