Holran
Name: Holran FlintfistRace: Dwarf
Sex: Male
Height: 3'9"
Weight: 150 lbs
Age: 54
Hair: Gray
Eyes: Dark Brown
Complexion: Light grayish-brown with ruddy cheeks
Birthplace/Nationality: Glorvardum
Birth Date: 2nd Earthday (13th) of Fireseek, 521 CY.
Title: Veteran
Description/Appearance:
Holran Flintfist is short, even for a Dwarf. But even so, Holran is obviously muscular, making him even more stout than the average dwarf. Aside from his ruddy cheeks, his skin tend towards a light grayish-brown and his relatively short beard is a light gray.
When at arms, Holran sports an axe and a finely crafted set of steel chain mail, the helm and shield giving mute evidence of many years of service. The axe had a wide bit with a short spike on backing the blade.
When not in armor, Holran favors woolen, dark gray trousers and light gray tunic with a wide, black belt and black leather boots. Even in peaceful times, Holran is rarely without at least a dagger.
Background:
Born into the warriors clan, Holran hails from the Dwarven kingdom of Glorvardum. Being shorter than his peers, Holran often got picked upon and tasked with the most minial of labors. In time though, those menial tasks helped Holran develop his strength and there wasn't a bully he couldn't best if push came to shove.
Seeing that he could handle himself, the clan leaders gave Holran an axe to see if he had any promise. Holran proved a quick study and it wasn't long before he was climbing the ranks in the training pits. He was allowed to travel with the scouts and oft bloodied his axe against goblins and orcs any anyone else that threatened Glorvardum.
His apprenticeship completed, Holran joined the Barakadar and served with distinction. Finishing his five years, Holran wanted bigger challenges and he took his leave to seek his fortune among the other peoples of Oerth. Not having a true destination in mind, he accepted the offer to deliver some mail to the clan chief's distant relations in Rel Mord, far to the north. From there, well it didn't seem such a long hike to Dumadan in the Abbor Alz Mountains, so he headed west and paid a visit. Heading back to Pontyrel, he caught on as a caravan guard that was headed to Hardby and continued on to Narwell. All in all, a lot of overland for someone who spent most of their life in the mines and tunnels.
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