Thrazmoc Pwent
Thrazmoc Pwent
Battleragers were a type of dwarf warrior whose combat style relied on raw instinct, anger, and physical strength. The individuals who practiced this type of fighting were usually mentally unstable with a low life expectancy. Thrazmoc Pwent is the last living relic of what was a mighty clan of Battleragers. Like all Battleragers Thrazmoc would never be seen without his spiked armor perfectly suited to the close-combat battlerager style. Self harm and brutal durable training combined with spiked armor and an insatiable lust for the blood of his enemies, leave very few creatures that could go toe to toe with the fury of Thrazmoc. Focused only on what they need to fight and survive; His people are notorious for their putrid stench, poor personal hygiene, and a general unawareness of common practices and etiquette, of which Thrazmoc is no exception.
The last of Battleragers, Thrazmoc armored in spikes, razors and barbs. Unphased by any threat and too dumb to know any better he works himself into an uncontrollable rage attacking until his enemies are nothing but a puddle of blood at his feet.
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Alignment
Chaotic Good
Age
102
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Copper
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tan
Height
4'5"
Weight
175 lb
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Murray
Bah! Me armor is still fucked up. My fucking arse is all chafed from the rubbin'. It's gonna be damn impossible to finding a suitable smith amongst these humans. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find some local Dwarves to patch me up real nice. Thank Moradin for Gwynmala... She has been a unexpected, but well received companion over the last few weeks. She may be the best dressed Dwarf I know, with a beard to match Sharindlars herself, she at least understands me...These humans. They all smell good, keep clean, but most of all they are so soft and pink, almost like their skin is about to burst with the slightest poke of me spikes. I'm glad for them. The people in Murray are some of the nicest folk I've met, but I cant help but feeling like I'm outta' me armor. I miss scrappin with the boys, the games of bloodball and the drinkin' and fightin'. Welcome news it is that we've been summoned by Lucy Flo-Kitt, this should certainly help curb me boredom.
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