Martin Fury
My character’s name is Martin Fury, and he is a short-tempered, greedy dwarf. He loves: gold, women, and fame, however, he hates: orcs, beasts, and the poor. He was born into poverty, but at twelve years old was already killing bears, stags, and wild hogs with his trusty, rusty axe. He grew up as the best combatant in the land and was showered in wealth and fame, but one day he was bit in the leg by a wolf when traveling to an outpost. The bite left him with a festering infection that seemed him to be god-forsaken, however, a miracle occurred and he was able to live. After this occurred, he sat in his house for years and lamented to the gods that he did not even believe in. But one day his hut was being raided by highwaymen, so he grabbed his axe that he used so much, so long ago that was hidden under his wardrobe, and he neutralized all of them. That was when he felt what is was like to be a great warrior once again. Now he lusts for wealth, women, and power, and there seems to be nobody to stop him from getting what he wants from this world.
