Birth Name: Gunvald Fahrent
Nickname or Title: The Iron Dwarf
Race: Dwarf
Height: 4,6
Weight: 170
Age: 112
Appearance: Except with black hair, center of axe head bulging out of sides more (as a hammer) and the armor being appropriately razor-ed and spiked.
Description: Gunvald is the man's man...but for dwarves. He loves his fights, his drink and his craft in that order. If there's a brawl to be had, he'll jump right in...odds and consequences be damned. Most things in his head go by "dwarf sense" in which stealth means either making no noise or killing those you don't want to hear you; the latter being more efficient. "Negotiation" usually involves drinking and feasting, or an axe to the head...depending on the other party. Like any dwarf, he's really big on familial piety so any insult to his kin or insult will never be forgiven or forgotten. But on the same note, any oath sworn by them will kept regardless of how little he likes the task; possibly even regardless of his ability to keep it.
Flaw(s): Very rooted in the sense that the Dwarven way is the right way and would needlessly endanger the Fellowship and the Ring.
Weaponry: Two-handed hammer mithril axe (unbeknownst to our little friend, it can remember runes), a cross bow with quarrels (further explained below)
Armor or clothing: Gunvald wears heavy steel armor covered in spikes and razors. Even the helmet has what appears to be a lance head on the top for the sake of impaling enemies. It's rather loud when he walks, often squealing when he moves.
Miscellaneous: Oil of impact: a special oil that explodes when set to flame or suffering enough impact force (basically nitroglycerin) and specific vials to be used as quarrel /arrow heads and a primary storage bottle. Has half a liter and each shot consumes 4 milliliters. Only has enough quarrel/arrow head for thirty shots. He also possesses a belt that gives him "the strength of ten dwarves", which he claims is an exaggeration, but there is no denying that he is significantly stronger with the belt (functionally closer to 3 times if we rounded up).He found that gem in a cavern far beneath the mountains, a complete gift of chance. Drum suspiciously loud for its small size.
Skills and Abilities: Gunvald is renowned for his toughness and endurance even among his people. He's always the first into and the last out of the fight and more often than not spends it using his armor as a weapon. His most amazing attribute is his affinity with the earth itself, it "speaks to him" often cluing him into details that would otherwise be out of his ability to discern. Occasionally the earth will even assist him, allowing him to summon a wall (a small one) or platforms from the very stone.Albeit he needs to be inside an extensive rune circle (5 minutes of carving) for him to attempt to shape the nearby (30ft) stone to his will(leaving said circle whether willfully or not destroys it). Even more rarely, he is able to call a quick earthquake to an area to rob his foes of their footing.
History: Gunvald was born in one of the few remaining Dwarven settlements in the Grey Mountains which border the far North. To be precise, he grew up in edge where the Misty Mountains met the Grey Mountains. The Grey Mountains are incredibly inhospitable, crawling with dragons and other monsters from the north. The dwarven settlements here are very close knit, resulting him him only growing up amongst dwarves and on the perpetual brink of war with monsters of old. Fighting things the good old dwarven way and doing things the good old dwarven way is what kept the people alive the entire time, resulting in his dwarven obsession. During one of the fights holding off foul troll like monsters from the north, he came across an old tome.This tome contained rituals and exercises that when done properly allowed one to listen to the earth itself. It even contained detailed diagrams and codes for a rune circle that allowed one to exert there own will upon stone itself, if even for a minor amount.
Years later he met a strange wizard, and in a delve far into the mountains of his people and thus discovered his belt. With the added might of his belt and the prestige of his earth communion, he managed to unite the dwarves of the Grey Mountains long enough for them to completely cave in and collapse the major highway caves to the north. At one point, he was considered joining at Gandalf's summoning to be part of the fellowship. But with less than an hours of consideration, he was delegated to this other group meant to ensure the initial Fellowship's success.
RP Sample: "Yer a mighty tall one, what sorta creature are you?" Gunvald asked the tall man in grey robes. Other curious features the man had were his large, funny hat and ridiculously bushy eyebrows. He wasn't ungrateful for the help, after all he was dead tired and breathing very hard from prolonged fighting. The air absolutely reeked of blood, sweat...and other bodily secretions but since this fight happened on the surface, the air would carry the smells away.
"I young dwarf, am a wizard. Gandalf is my name and I should think that a dwarf would be more grateful to one who saved his hide." This Gandalf character seemed to be quite indignant about the greeting he received. Something that the mud caked dwarf couldn't help but smile about.
"Aye, yeh have me gratitude fer helping me save kin. But I've never seen yer kind and had ta know whether me axe would be doing any more talking fer the day." Gunvald heaved himself up from his knees back onto his feet. "The name's Gunvald Fahrent, now what're yeh doin up here in the Grey Mountains?" After all, not many traveled up here anymore. It was simply too dangerous for most people, and in fact his own people were considering finally running away from the scum of the north. "If yer lost and need help, I can help yeh since yeh done good by me."
"Actually young Gunvald, I have something else that I could use your help on..."the words seemed ominous yet exciting at the same time. Gunvald found that he absolutely couldn't wait to hear what he had to say.