Full Name: Layne Alvisson
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Powers: Like all Dwarves, Layne has a particular talent for tinkering. Metals, crystals, and stone are significantly more pliable at his touch, allowing him to reshape them with only his hands. He can build astoundingly sophisticated pieces of machinery and weapons from only gears, springs, and steam. Strangely, his work seems to come from a form of genetic memory, as questions regarding how they function are generally met with shrugs and dismissive comments about "dwarf shit".
He is also significantly stronger and more durable than the average human, his thicker than normal bones and skin able to turn aside knives and small caliber guns with only minor injury.
Description: At 6'6" and nearly 220lbs, Layne is built like a very angry oak tree. His skin is a leathery, sun tanned brown, clashing with his pale blond hair and bright jade green eyes. He generally keeps his hair pulled back in a short tail, and his bristly beard always seems to be a little singed. His features are rough, craggy, his heavy brow giving the impression that he might have been carved from the walls of the cave he likely grew up in. His right front tooth and left canine have been replaced with silver.
Judging by the mismatched scars covering his hands, arms, and face (as well as the crooked nose and missing teeth), he's been in a healthy number of fights. .
He favors heavy work boots, jeans, and flannel shirts. Often wears a flat billed cap
Personality: Loud and uncouth, Layne has a personality big enough to match his frame. He loves and hates in extremes, as quick to make friends as he is to make enemies. Perhaps overly fond of roistering and quick to a scrap. Can be surprisingly kind and softhearted around his friends, though he'd likely deny it. He's got a deep streak of greed, an obsession with hoarding all things shiny.
He will call you racist if you point this out.
Skills:
-As mentioned above, he's very good with machines
-Reasonably skilled fighter, though he relies more on brute strength than technique
-Can take a serious beating
-Makes fine weapons and equally attractive jewelry
-Distills liquor
-Plays a mean banjo
Weaknesses:
-Fairly slow on his feet
-Sinks in water like a rock
-Frankly, sort of dumb. Easily misled.
Brief History: [WIP]
Other: One would be advised not to make any comments about maggots.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Powers: Like all Dwarves, Layne has a particular talent for tinkering. Metals, crystals, and stone are significantly more pliable at his touch, allowing him to reshape them with only his hands. He can build astoundingly sophisticated pieces of machinery and weapons from only gears, springs, and steam. Strangely, his work seems to come from a form of genetic memory, as questions regarding how they function are generally met with shrugs and dismissive comments about "dwarf shit".
He is also significantly stronger and more durable than the average human, his thicker than normal bones and skin able to turn aside knives and small caliber guns with only minor injury.
Description: At 6'6" and nearly 220lbs, Layne is built like a very angry oak tree. His skin is a leathery, sun tanned brown, clashing with his pale blond hair and bright jade green eyes. He generally keeps his hair pulled back in a short tail, and his bristly beard always seems to be a little singed. His features are rough, craggy, his heavy brow giving the impression that he might have been carved from the walls of the cave he likely grew up in. His right front tooth and left canine have been replaced with silver.
Judging by the mismatched scars covering his hands, arms, and face (as well as the crooked nose and missing teeth), he's been in a healthy number of fights. .
He favors heavy work boots, jeans, and flannel shirts. Often wears a flat billed cap
Personality: Loud and uncouth, Layne has a personality big enough to match his frame. He loves and hates in extremes, as quick to make friends as he is to make enemies. Perhaps overly fond of roistering and quick to a scrap. Can be surprisingly kind and softhearted around his friends, though he'd likely deny it. He's got a deep streak of greed, an obsession with hoarding all things shiny.
He will call you racist if you point this out.
Skills:
-As mentioned above, he's very good with machines
-Reasonably skilled fighter, though he relies more on brute strength than technique
-Can take a serious beating
-Makes fine weapons and equally attractive jewelry
-Distills liquor
-Plays a mean banjo
Weaknesses:
-Fairly slow on his feet
-Sinks in water like a rock
-Frankly, sort of dumb. Easily misled.
Brief History: [WIP]
Other: One would be advised not to make any comments about maggots.
Super lazy but I'll come back and beef it up.