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[b]Name:[/b] Old Tam

[b]Age:[/b] 182

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tam is build much like any other Dwarf, just... older; he moves slower than younger Dwarves, his eyes see less (in truth he is almost blind, but his hearing is as excellent as it has always been) and his posture is more hunched than those of more youthful years and stouter physique; a figure noted by his long, white, beard and simple tunic and trews of various deep shades, the only piece of 'ostentatious' clothing is a chequered plaid he never removes wrapped diagonally about his torso. Though he fights little now, he has had experience, and a hatchet can usually be seen slapping against one hip while his signature instrument – his pipes – never leave him.

[b]Skills and Flaws:[/b] Outside if his bodily restrictions he has a number of strengths, the foremost being his almost supernatural sense of hearing – this is what has allowed him to forge himself into the master piper and whistler he is now known to be. His other is that, in spite of his age, his endurance has never waned and, though perhaps slower in pace than the rest, he can march (at speed if necessary) with the youngest of them.

It is a shame then that, external of music, his memory can sometimes let him down, his greed lays as heavy upon him as all Dwarves, and in a close-quarters situation he is nowhere as reliable as a fully fledged warrior.

[b]Background:[/b] Old Tam is something of a pathetic figure in Thrillem, humoured by most because of his almost divine skill with his instruments – able to invoke tales as old as the stone itself from naught but the notes of his bagpipe – he nevertheless is only half of what any Dwarf should be.

He has forgotten many of the names of his ancestors, even the faces of his own deceased parents, even as he tells you about an event in the halls when he was naught more than a wee boy, the only thing keeping him grounded being the tartan material wrapped about him and the shockingly youthful hands he sees as he plays.

It is shame that has driven him into the arms of this newest quest, an almost suicidal self-awareness that he has lost in himself and his age something fundamentally Dwarvish by remembering only the grey shades of what constitutes his memory. 

Now he seeks repentance of a sort, and payment with his music and usually jovial company, and, should it come, his own ending.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] None, as of yet.
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