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| − | Gimir (Joyful Giver) is not quite as dour and tacturn as his racial stereotype. In fact most people that have dealings with the young dwarfling say he's probably one of the most social of his kind ever to crawl up to the surface. Unfortunately, his clothes seem to utterly cursed to have no color to them at all, as if they're continually being robbed of all hue by the constant wreathes of smoke from his omni-present granite pipe that never seems to interfere with speaking, eating, or downing mug after mug of ale (Proper | + | Gimir (Joyful Giver) is not quite as dour and tacturn as his racial stereotype. In fact most people that have dealings with the young dwarfling say he's probably one of the most social of his kind ever to crawl up to the surface. Unfortunately, his clothes seem to utterly cursed to have no color to them at all, as if they're continually being robbed of all hue by the constant wreathes of smoke from his omni-present granite pipe that never seems to interfere with speaking, eating, or downing mug after mug of ale (Proper Dwarven past times, according to Gimir) |
Acting far older and world-weary than his measely three inch beard gives him the right to be, his grumbling about how all the other races never has any actual disapproval built into it, instead he pays the proper lip service to how all the other races are 'Doing it wrong' before lending his strong back to any of the tasks at hand. Rumor has it that Gimir's cooking produces hue-less wonders much like his clothes, but their taste has made most of the Tartarean's staying at the Sweeper Inn weep openly in the amazing and complex flavors. | Acting far older and world-weary than his measely three inch beard gives him the right to be, his grumbling about how all the other races never has any actual disapproval built into it, instead he pays the proper lip service to how all the other races are 'Doing it wrong' before lending his strong back to any of the tasks at hand. Rumor has it that Gimir's cooking produces hue-less wonders much like his clothes, but their taste has made most of the Tartarean's staying at the Sweeper Inn weep openly in the amazing and complex flavors. | ||
Revision as of 22:56, 30 December 2012
Name: Gimir Kildar Class: Warrior Race: Dwarf
Contents
Stats:
Str: 15 + 1 : 16 (+3)
Con: 15 + 1 : 16 (+3)
Dex: 12 (+1)
Int: 11 (0)
Wis: 12 (+1)
Cha: 10 (0)
Secondary stats:
HP: 23
Anima: Pfft, ain't need no magic. (But actually it's 6)
Init: +1
Move: 6
Melee: +3
Range: +1
Magic: +1
Defenses:
Armour: 14
Evasion: 11
Magic: 11
Res: 13
Languages
Middle-Tongue, Proper-Tongue (Dwarven)
Equipment:
- Comedically Oversized Wooden Mallet (as per Warhammer) [6gp]
- Dwarven Whamm-o Super Fun Ball x2 (as per Axe, Hand (Thrown) [2gp]
- Dwarven Clothes - Extra Starch, Grit and Dust (Reskinned Leather Armour) [5gp]
- A Granite mug (Reskinned Shield) [2gp]
Skills:
- Animal Handling
- Acrobatics
- Cooking
- Dance
- Hair Styling (Beard-Weaving you hairless freak!)
- Music
Background:
Gimir (Joyful Giver) is not quite as dour and tacturn as his racial stereotype. In fact most people that have dealings with the young dwarfling say he's probably one of the most social of his kind ever to crawl up to the surface. Unfortunately, his clothes seem to utterly cursed to have no color to them at all, as if they're continually being robbed of all hue by the constant wreathes of smoke from his omni-present granite pipe that never seems to interfere with speaking, eating, or downing mug after mug of ale (Proper Dwarven past times, according to Gimir)
Acting far older and world-weary than his measely three inch beard gives him the right to be, his grumbling about how all the other races never has any actual disapproval built into it, instead he pays the proper lip service to how all the other races are 'Doing it wrong' before lending his strong back to any of the tasks at hand. Rumor has it that Gimir's cooking produces hue-less wonders much like his clothes, but their taste has made most of the Tartarean's staying at the Sweeper Inn weep openly in the amazing and complex flavors.
