
Basic Information
Age:
25
Race:
Half-Dwarf
Gender/Pronouns/Preferences:
Female- She/Her Heterosexual
Class:
Paladin Bard
Weapons:
Stone Hammer. The hammer isnât big, about the length of her arm, but it has a big old head on it and does a good job of whacking stuff. Pebble made it herself and her dad showed her how to cast an incantation on it to stop it from breaking. When sheâs not using it, she hangs her hammer in her belt.
A steel hatchet! Pebâs forged her hatchet with her dad when she was just a wee girl. Her dad cast an incantation on it, the very same one he taught her to cast on her hammer years later. She hangs her hatchet in her belt.
A knife Pebble hewed away herself from a clomp of obsidian. She likes it. Yeppers, its home is a sheath on her belt!
Rocks. Theyâre good for throwing, and other things, and they can be found almost anywhere which means she doesnât have to carry those lovely rough and jagged orbs around. Eh... okay, she does carry one rock around, but weâll get into that topic later.
Detailed Appearance:
Donât go being fooled by Pebbleâs appearance! She is way older than she looks. Since Dwarves can live up to the ripe old age of 400 or older, they are considered young until roughly the age of 50. But heckers, yes, she is most definitely an adult at 25.
Pebble is an even five feet tall and weighs a whopping 240 pounds! Some might say âHeck, that girl eats too many muffins!â But she isnât a big girl at all, and her muffin intake is average. She weighs so much because she inherited Dwarven muscle and bone density from her dad, making her strong as heck as well â stronger than most full-grown men. If anyone wants to squeeze her bicep, that small bulge is hard as a rock!
Pretty might be one way to describe Peb's, but âCute as all heckâ is much more apt. Her acorn shaped face, mildly tanned and smooth tight skin, light brown freckles on her cheeks and button nose, soft full lips, big doe chestnut eyes, and her heavy wad of long mousy brown hair. This young lady is downright scrumptious!
Bio History:
To Hammer down a potentially long story, Pebble's daddy, Crag, hails from Blackrock, which is NOT part of Vradia, while her mother, Maleria, was born in Vradia. When Maleria was a young lady she met Crag while he was traveling through Vradia on a paladin missions. He stopped for a while. They bumped hips a lot. Popped out a baby girl. Made their home near the foothills of the Rife Mountains in the Sands of Regand.
Crag was very, very fond of the Sands of Regand, because it offered great access to mines. The man was a happy digger of ores to use in his craft. Crad was one of the best ever dwarf paladin warriors with skills in weapons and magic to match. That was until one day he had a run in with a tiny, tiny scorpion that stung his stubby leg. It was quite the nasty little bugger too, its deadly poison coursed his veins and if it hadnât been for his Dwarven constitution he would have lost his life, not just the bottom half of his leg. There probably isnât any point in mentioning that missing half a leg ended his life as an adventuring paladin.
Ideally, Crag would have loved for his dear little bundle of joy to follow in his footsteps, to travel and vanquish evil, fight for just causes and protect the little guy... like he wasnât little at all himself. With hopes like that, Crag taught Pebble how to mine and forge weapons and to fight and wield magics like the Dwarf Paladin trooper he was.
Too bad Pebbles wasnât really interested in carrying on her daddyâs legacy. She prefers to spend her time roaming around, checking things out, see whatâs what. Guess you could call her the not-caring-much-about-anything wandering type, and thatâs precisely what she does.
Pebble's mother was also the devoted little human mentor. Maleria was a pretty darn powerful Bard who loved hollering and singing pretty much all the darn time, but she was equally fond of the arts in alchemy and cooking up all sorts of special stuff that was good for health and healing and altering peopleâs minds. Folk would come from near and far to invest in many of her healing potions and mind-altering substances. Her muffins were a hit as well! Now, donât go getting confused by this, Pebbleâs mother didnât consider herself an alchemist or mage, a Bard is what she was, but that little tidbit didnât stop her from teaching Pebble what she knew about both her interests.
Pebble has a big old brain in her hard noggin. Sheâs a darn quick study and is all learned in the teachings her parents gave. However, fancying herself a Bard was only one of a few of her parentsâ teachings that she enjoyed. Too bad Pebble has a totally nasty singing voice. She absolutely loves to sing but her singing is so hecking awful that her Bard powers have unpredictable results! Itâs scary.
Pebble is pretty darn crazy. Her other loves are rocks and digging stuff up. She also likes to just go ahead and whack things for the heck of it, and she talks to herself a lot, too. Singing badly. Rambling to herself. Digging stuff up. Admiring rocks. Roaming around without a care in the whole wide world. That pretty much sums her up!
Canât say precisely how long ago her parents disappeared. Pebâs isnât a girl to keep track of time. But it sure as heck wasnât too long ago she came home after a stint of digging stuff up in the Mines of Regand and saw her parentâs werenât around. Eh, it was a tad stranger for her daddy not to be there since heâs missing half a leg and all. Surely, he couldnât have gone far! Two days passed by and neither of her parents came home. The crazy young Human Dwarf was chomping on a stale muffin when she thought,
heyo, maybe Iâll go on out and look for them.