Player (Sunday)

Male

70

Short and stout, a bit bulky

A pale-brownish, with a lack of pigment from living in the cold his whole life.

165

Dwarf

Originally blue, now a ghostly white

Long, braided beard

medium length laying straight

Snow-white

4'5"

Ulfgar is touchy when you ask about his past, more specifically about WHY he left his clan behind.

Gambling, he carries around bone dice everywhere he goes.

Stonecutting and drinking.

He has a strong hatred for bandits and thieves, or people shady enough that he believes them to be.

Little respect for non-proven warriors.

Seeking justice for crimes dealt to the innocent.

He strokes his beard by the chin when he thinks.
Ulfgar's inner spirit comes out when he is enraged and his eyes let off a feint white smoke-like glow.

Axes, hammers, maces. Swords are way too dainty for him.

Not a specific religion/god, but he does believe in a "spirit world" of sorts, courtesy of his inner spirit.

Stonecutter

White-gray-brown

Meats

A small bracelet taken off of the dead girl that sent him on his adventure

Boars (for eating) and rams as animal companions.

Lightly educated, he mostly just knows about his family's history and what is important to know.

March 13

Soldier born into a reknowned Dwarven clan, Disillusioned by his people's unwillingness to help others. Took to adventuring to help those in need.

Not a pet, but there was "wild" ram back home that he grew close with. Would bring him food, try to ride him, etc. Still somewhere around that mountain.