Akker, son of Utdruk Oreshaper, has lived most of his live as a miner, with his cousin Bumnick OakenDigger, who is mostly a farmer per say (someones gotta get food). Unlikely most of their race, they both are quite ok with other races and understand that socialization maybe necessary in the future, when they are outside their caves. Their parents died in the War of the Beards so now they live alone in a not very well know mountain in Atlas.
He didnt take part in the war since he never heard of it until the notice of his parents death came to his door one day. Akker never heard of it cause he spent years mining and fighting the creatures from the depths, some even say its some kind of addiction. Before his parents death, he wasnt really found of other races nor strange people, but now his before unwillingness (seen on most cave dwarfs) is starting to fade, recently he even likes going to Dunshire eventually and sinking the night off in alcohol.
Now hes on a mission to become a great warrior and a legendary miner amongst dwarfs.
Character Name: Akker Oreshaper
Character Race: Cave Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 171
Physical Description: A middle-aged dwarf, not very frightening looking but you can see he knows his ways both around weapons and ores. Dark eyes and hair.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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