Fimund Axegrinder
Age: 77
Gender: Male
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Description
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 112 lbs
Body Type: Thin
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Bright Red
Skin: Pale
Fimund is tall for a dwarf, but somewhat slight of build. His bright red hair has begun to thin at the top. He keeps his beard trimmed to a length about halfway down his chest. He has a small nose and small brown eyes, which don't draw too much attention. If not for the garish tint of his hair and beard, he would look very unremarkable. In most cases, he moves with slow deliberation, until he gets excited. At that point, he gets fidgety and can't stop moving.
Personality: Slow of speech and action, except when angered or excited, at which poiunt he becomes hyper. Mostly optimistic, very stubborn regarding any topic about which he has an opinion.
Fimund has trouble relating to other people. Due to moving around constantly, he never had any close friends as a young beardling. He has a stubborn determination about him that allows him to accomplish the things he sets his mind to. His mother instilled in him a strong sense of duty and knowledge of right and wrong, but the poor example set by his father has led to difficulty living up to his principles. He has a very hard time seeing things from other people's point of view. However, he goes out of his way to find out all the details before forming his own opinions. Overall, people find him to be friendly and good, but his stubborn nature has gotten him into a few altercations in the past, and he is not afraid to come to blows over an argument. Fimund speaks slowly and concisely, wthout much accent, except when he gets angry, at which point he becomes nearly unintelligible, struggling even to put a sentence together. He rarely loses his temper, though.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Yemekar
Special Skill(s): Writing, smithing, masonry
Fimund's mother, Leena, educated him thoroughly as a child. Nowadays, he spends a lot of time reading and writing, and he learned to do delicate work with his hands. This has earned him some scorn from the other dwarves around him, who focused more on rough work. He has below average skill with weapons and large tools, but what he lacks in strength, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Many schoolyard fights ended quickly when he intimidated his stronger opponent with a childish war-cry as he rushed in headlong. As a hobby, Fimund creates ornate daggers. He has also showed skill in masonry.
Flaw(s): Doesn't know how to pick the right fights, very stubborn, not very strong
Biography
Parents: Father: Jormund (traveling salesman, Fimund wants nothing to do with him), Mother: Leena (Educated Fimund, recently deceased)
History
Fimund grew up in a poor family. His father, Jormund, was never successful at any venture, and was hounded by debt. Fimund's earliest memories involve packing his few belongings in the dead of night and fleeing whatever town his family was living in at the time. He lost count of the number of times this happened. The happiest time he remembered was living in a small hut just outside Lenfarthing. He was only about a season old by then. His father used to take him to visit an old Halfling named Perry. He and Perry sometimes fished in the lake in Lenfarthing. Too soon, Jormund had lost all of his money again. So then they moved to a tiny basement room in Kingston. It wasn't until he was almost four seasons old that Fimund saw Dwarven lands for hte first time. The beauty of the snow capped mountains was so overwhelming that he wept silently to himself in the back of the wagon. He remembers wiping his tears away in a hurry when his father turned back to ask him a question. As much as he wanted to find a home high up on the majestic peaks, his father instead moved them into Kal'Azgoth.
Over the years, Fimund's father tried his hand at carpentry, smithing, gambling, grain speculation, highway robbery, and several other occupations that Fimund can't even remember. His father failed at all of these things, but kept thinking up some new plan to strike it rich. The stress of that lifestyle turned out to be too much for Fimund's mother, a small, frail dwarven maid named Leena. She had nearly died giving birth to Fimund, and had never tried to have another child. Fimund loved her dearly and spent as much time with her as he could, always discussing which of the Brathmodakin and paragons were most to be admired. He always chose Yemakar, and of course she loved Anbella.
But after decades of exhausting travel and poor living conditions, she finally fell ill with a very bad case of Ki'katta. Jormund had traveled to Abresi to buy 10,000 bottles of a sham love potion, so Fimund was left to care for her himself. After several weeks, her condition continued to deteriorate. The dwarven physicians could do nothing for her in her delicate condition. In desperation, he decided to take her to the Cloud Temple in search of a cure. But it was too late. She died on the road a few hours from the temple, and he buried her in an unmarked grave in a forest beneath a small mountain.
That was the last straw for the young dwarf. He wants nothing more to do with his father, and now he plans to set out on his own and find a place to settle down among the peaks of the Dwarven mountains.
Ambitions for the Future: Fimund just wants to find something he is good at, and settle down to a quiet life of moderate prosperity. He is afraid that he might turn out to be just as unfocused and hapless as his father, but he is determined not to fail. Despite his desire to settle down, he still has an adventurous streak that won't quite go away.
