Skotmir
Former warrior with the Boarshead and son of the King of the Garnet Mountain Kingdom in Trull
After leaving his mountain home due to a falling out between his father and himself, Skotmir has traveled as a mercenary helping out where he sees the most benefit to people not the coin.
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Race: Dwarf
Class: Barbarian
Eyes: Blue-green
Hair: Butterscotch Blonde
Height: 4’4”
Weight: 180 pounds
Build: Stocky
Clothes: Leather and fur but not armor grade. Decorated with dwarven warrior designs.
Distinguishing features: almost always laughing… awkwardly.
Preferred Weapon Greataxe
General Vibe: Though he has a VERY low charisma it’s really because of his awkwardness.
While many think Skotmir's scar on his left cheek and bicept are from battle they are actually from a failed tavern stunt after too many
Dwarven ales. He was trying to balance a mug of ale on his head while standing on a barrel of ale and juggling axes for a length of time to win a bet.
Skotmir slipped and crashed through one of the tavern tables and was relatively unharmed other than the cut on his face and biceps.
All of the dwarves including Skotmir found this to be hillarious and now on a dwarves 18th birthday at the The Crusty Beard Tavern
they do the Flintgrog and try to best Skotmir's feat.
Skotmir always felt out of place with his brother and father. They are always so proper, royal, and good with words and he would much rather be out at a pub amongst the people sharing a drink and having fun. He even felt like the training that Thotmir did was too rigid and formal and very restrictive with the stiff plate armor and so that is reason he took to the beserker form of fighting. It is fast, free, wild, and untamed... much like the beard he keeps.
Species
Year of Birth
1482 DC
41 Years old
Birthplace
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue-Green
Hair
Butterscotch Blonde
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Light tan
Height
4'4"
Weight
180
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