Brandor Silveraxe, is a Dwarf from Citidal Addabar a cleric of the dwarven god Dumathoin. He stand a broad and strong 4'1 his hair is long and red though its held back by a handkerchief when he is working or adventuring. He doesn't believe in a helm, calls them horse blinders and he ain't no damn horse.

His eyes are bright blue and he tends to be in a good mood most of the time, its a odd comparison to the groups elven rogue, who always seems to be slightly solemn. He can swing an axe as well as any dwarf, but he is really good at channeling energy. Even though he attempts to give off a jovial air, something about Brandor is off setting, it could be the low charisma, or the fact he just seems intimidating and that the friendly air is just an act, to lure people in.

Is this the real face of the dwarf ? Few could actually say.

He seems intent on gaining the pride of his father, and he tends to talk about the Elder Silveraxe, reverently. His deepest fear is Spiders. as a boy he found his way into the Underdark, and he was set upon by the largest spider he had ever seen. It attempted to web him and cocoon him, had it not been for the quick actions of his older brother. Thaxial he would not be alive to tell that story.

As far as friends go, once he gives his friendship it is a life long thing. It is exclusive, as few have it. He has a close almost sibling like relationship with Fawn, and he tries to guide Gallen who isn't extremely worldly.