Appearance

Physical Description

Heavily Muscled, almost as wide as he is tall. Tall for his clan at 5' flat

Body Features

Silver hair, not from age. its a vibrant grey like the color of mithril.

Facial Features

Gold Eyes, Silver Hair, long beard that brades half way down and is wrapped in gold bands

Identifying Characteristics

tatoo over his left eye that denotes his cast in the clan

Physical quirks

fight handed, always has a flagon of ale, carries large quantities of the liquid and considers it his holy water

Apparel & Accessories

wears heavy armour and a shield with a large mug of foaming mugs clinging together in a cheers

Specialized Equipment

heavy plate armor
mace
shield with foaming mugs "cheers" standard

Mentality

Personal history

Born by the union of Grammorlun HammerStiker and Forgrogar Wraithpike. As a young child Garvin grew up in the forges deep in their ansestrial home, his grandfather Aggotum was a great smith who had made many legendary items in his long life. Though he greatly enjoyed his time learning to master the forges he had thought it a punishment because many of his age were learning how to fight and becoming warriors which he thought was to be his path as well. He feared he was being forced into a life he did not want. IN reality his family was teaching him patience, dedication and pride in his work. His fears were allayed for still as a child by dwarven consideration, at the age of 80, he was approached by his cousin Dorarrithra, a fiery middle aged warrior of the HammerStriker clan, who then took him under her wing to train him in the art of war and battle. He studied under her for the next 30 years it was during this time he went out on patrols with his kin into the deep wilds of the under-dark looking for new places to mine and to ensure the safety of their citadel. It was during one such patrol that they were ambushed by dark dwarves and umber-hulks. It was at this moment that his calling came through. In the engagement his Dear cousin Dorarrithra was mortally wounded, having had an axe of a dark dwarf embed deep into her chest. In a fit of rage the dwarves surged forward to try to save their friend, and to many their teacher and commander. They fought up to her and pushed back the enemies. Gavrin collapses to his knees sobbing at the loss of his friend.. Stubbornly he threw down his axe and grabbed his flagon and raised it to the heavens "Mordin, if you ever would listen here now my call. Give back to us this fine woman, and take my life instead.", Mordin impressed with the fire of this young lad answered his call and as his Flagon of beer started to glow in a bright light, further pushing back the dark dwarves and rallying his clan further he put the mug to her lips and she started to heal. Pulling the axe from her chest he saw the wound seal itself, and though it would be many ten-day before she would fight again. Her life was saved, his life would never be the same again.



word traveled fast through the clan, a new cleric of Modrin had been chosen. For the next 20 years he has studied the truths and word of Mordin. Having digested most of what he could from his local clan he has packed up his items and set to the road. His goals, to seek out scriptures of mordin from other clans, to seek out lost texts, to spread the glory of mordin and to seek adventure.



in the last 5 years Gavrin has met a number of new races and has learned to call many friends.

Education

Dwarven Forgest
combat training from his counsin
formal Priestly education from his clan as a Cleric of Mordin

Accomplishments & Achievements

Gifted healer and Smith

Morality & Philosophy

slow to trust, unfailing to those that have earned it. As a Priest of Mordin his compas tends to point north. Though Slow to anger. he is difficult to set aside deep hatreds.
 
Clerics of His clan do not let on that they are clerics and very commonly pawn themselves off as standard dwarven warriors and with their heavy armour, shields and maces most believe it.
 
Gavrin hides his use of magic and will do whatever he can to fake it. Including having people drink his "holy water" which is a kick to the gut in potency and claims that it is what has healed them.. "all praise Mordin!"

Known Languages

Common, Dwarven

Personality

Social