Dywel Greensmith

[Obblebobble 2]

Dywel Greensmith
Nicknames: None yet
Age: 97
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf (Mountain Dwarf)
Status: Alive

Description
Height: 3.5 Feet
Weight: Unknown
Body Type: Solid and strong, with broad shoudlers
Eyes: Dark brown eyes, almost black
Hair: He has a dark brown beard, with tinges of red. The rest of his head is covered by a helmet.
Skin: Light skin, slightly lighter than most dwarves
Markings/Tattoos: None that are visible
Health: Healthy
Personality: Bold, courageous and sometime caring. Friendly to some, he has an attitude at times and hates most orcs.
Inventory: His large iron battle axe, and his trusty helmet, in addition to any other junk he happens to find. Currently no other armor.
Further Details: Drinking Champion... at least he thinks so.
 

Life Style
Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral
Deity*: Nemiisae
Religion: None yet
Alliance/Nation/Home: He has no home, besides a small residence that he is temporarily living in.
Job/Class: He is looking to become a blacksmith, but has no job.
Title(s): None
Profession(s): None
Special Skill(s): He's fairly good at trade and persuasion
Flaw(s): Forgives people slower than most. Also gambles often and has a slight fear of heights.


Weaponry
Fighting Style: Melee, large weapons
Trained Weapon[s]: Battleaxe, Sword and Shield
Favored Weapon: Battleaxe
Archery: Hah! Dywel is a fighter, not an elf.

Biography
Parents: He does not know of his mother, and his father died in the war many years ago. The father remains un-named for now.
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: None that is known
Pet(s): None currently

 

History
Dywel was brought up by his father in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, usually he would mind their own business, especially during the war with the Orcs of which his father fought in. When the Orc War was brought to a conclusion by Grand King Omithiel Strongbrow after the capture of Storm's Crossing, Dywel awaited his fathers return. Days passed, and still no sign of his father... He had assumed the worst but had hope. After weeks of waiting and worrying, Dywel had finally come to understand that the Orcs had taken his father's life. Before the war, his father was a blacksmith, creating the mighty swords, axes and armour used by dwarves in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Now under the rule of Thorin Grandaxe, Dywel wishes to continue his legacy, and follow in his footsteps in an aim to help rebuild the fragmented kindgom.