People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.
Description
Full Name: Hfahn Forgeheart Klorduum
Nicknames: None.
Preferred Names: Hfahn but has been known to be called Forgeheart at times.
Aliases: None.
Titles/Honorifics: Knight-Errant of the Northern Fort
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Sub Race: Mountain Dwarf
Age: 645 years old.
Birth Date: December 12
Birth Place: Frozen Mountain Kingdom far to the North.
Sexual Orientation/Preference: Heterosexual, Oddly enough elven women are not bad looking but still nothing like a fine dwarf lass.
Marital Status: Single
Skin Color/Shade: White however there was once a time when Hfahn was tan.
Markings/Scars: Several scar outline this dwarfs body, from the cuts of swords to the jagged marks of an axe blade each one of his scars can tell a story of a warrior who has seen many battles.
Tattoos/Piercings: Across his right bicep is a tattoo of an anvil and hammer. he does not have any piercings and probably never will.
Height: 4 1/2 feet tall
Weight: 225 pounds
Disabilities: Hfahn has a slight limp when he walks and seems to favor his right leg over his left, this was due to an old injury but otherwise it appears to not stop this dwarf from moving about.
Handedness: Right Handed
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style/Length: Hfahn wears his hair long but manageable so he keeps it right around to where his shoulders sit. His beard however goes down past his chest and stops right above his abdomen where it is braided and has several stone figures within the braids.
Education: He has a warriors education knowing his way around all sorts of weapons and found himself lucky enough to attend two academies where he learned strategy and a small bit of history but found his true calling at brewing up something special. While he was at the second academy he learned about plant life and what could be used to make simple brews and wines. But besides all of this he always seems to recall the simple things of just survival out in the wilderness and the skills he was trained to do when he was at the forge with his father.
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Goblinoid, undercommon, elven, and a little Draconic as it never hurt to learn such things.
Main Occupation: Bartender
Side Occupation: Adventurer, though I suppose that is not going well for him nowadays. Craftsman is one skill he will use if he is not working behind teh counter of any bar.
Using low, moderately low, average, moderately high, and high
Moderately High
Spiritual:Moderately Low
Magic Resistance: Average
Stamina:Moderately High
Energy:Moderately High
Endurance: Moderately High
Speed: Average
Strength: Average
Combat:Moderately High
Technique: Moderately High
Personality
Personality and Other Characteristics:
Bold, Adventures, and always willing to tell a tale or two if ever asked about his previous days of combat and service to his King or lords that he has served in the past. There are times that he just may tell you what is and what it should not be and can be very rude about it if you are in the wrong but at other times he just may keep his mouth shut and sit back to watch you screw up. Some have said that he is like a task master but of course those are only the people who have known him best.
Likes: Weapons that he is familiar with and more specifically young men and women who have found themselves in the footsteps of soldiers, Dwarven drinks of all kinds and hell even some elven drinks that can knock a man on his ass quicker than a punch to the gut, The smell of freshly cooked stew with salted pork and a large stout of ale in a nice setting with friends and family, Also anything dwarven made.
Hobbies: Brewing or in general just making alcohol for consumption or for profit, sparing with those who will agree to friendly terms, collecting tales from bards and scholars, and keeping up with the fine arts of preparing a meal.
Interests: The Moaning Diamond, ask and he will tell.
Dislikes: Load mouthed whelps who think they can take on the world and people mocking him for being a dwarf.
Prized Possession (Emotional/Personal Value): A large dwarven made shield with a symbol upon the front that shows a cracked Anvil.
Prized Possession (Material Value): A dwarven sword created and bearing the mark of the smith who created it upon the but of the hilt. The symbol for the smith is that of a capital G
Aptitudes: Combat but preparing both food and drink is always something he has enjoyed for several years now.
Equipment
Equipment and Personal Belongings
What you will see him in more often is that of simple cloths in earthy tones fron browns to greens and nothing more grand than what is above his station.
Armor: His armor, which you will rarely see him in, is full Dwarven plate with designs of golds and silver lines coming to the center to form a hammer upon the chest plate
Jewelry: Only a single silver band that sits upon his left ring finger.
Accessories: None.
Primary Weapon: A dwarven Urgrosh made of Mithral and with his families crest upon the axe head of the weapon. You however will never see him use it unless he is in need to.
Secondary Weapon: A Dwarven Longsword. You will never see him use it unless he needs to.
Side Weapons (Throwing knives, chains, and etc.): You will always find him with a knife on his person and it does not matter on who made it or why. Knives are always useful tools.
History
Racial Traits and Abilities
As a dwarf there are several abilities that are natural to him.
1. Darkvision- This allows Hfahn to to see perfectly in places with no natural light however everything appears in black and white when in dark places.
2. Stonecunning- Hfahn if he is looking can notice traps that are within stonework or anything that may seem out of the ordanary within a stone room.
3. Caste iron stomich
Ask and you will hear a tale that almost seems to go one forever.
So begins...
It was like any other day that Hfahn had awaken to and with the first light of dawn he would be up and making his way directly to work, or what one would call work as the job he had was not respectable at all in any form of the word or sense. It was to Gambits bar he made his way to as he was the barkeep for this day and hopefully it would not be his last with the increase in attacks upon the city by foreigners and even its own sons and daughters who seemed to almost be insane with power. Slowly the dwarf would make his way through the back of the bar and take his place behind it while cleaning several glasses and looking upon the emptiness with some glee as he knew it would always be slow at first.
Hfahn Klorduum would almost look in disgust at the dragon before him knowing their kind to be just as greedy if not more than a common dwarf but he also knew that he had to deal with these little things if they where to ever arrive. "A dragon, what could a dragon be doing in a bar." There was clear distaste in his voice but nonetheless he shook his head and looked upon the eggs that the beast brought in. "I dont suppose you came to get a drink and pay, mind you I have fought many of your kind and have not lost yet."
Hfahn Klorduum would watch the dragon only to shake his head as he did not realise that the bar was a personal bank for such a creature but would begin to wonder what he had done to deserve this as a place of work. "A bowl? Very well just let me walk back into the kitchen and see if there are any clean ones for you." Hfahn would walk back into the kitchen only to spot several bowls only to grab one and walk out with it placing it on the counter. "And you said you wanted Vodka in it, I have seen many of your kind drink fire water and enjoy it but to stoop as low as this to drink something a human made is a sad thing but I will fulfill your request." Slowly he would turn to grab a bottle of Vodka and pour it into the bowl until it was full stopping to place the bottle down right afterwords.
Hfahn Klorduum would only take a seat behind the bar cleaning one of the glasses only to look at the dragon who spoke to him wondering the same thing to himself for a time before takeing a deep breath. "Not all 'dwarven folk' are the same. I came here for money I suppose but then again I could ask you the same thing, a dragon within the city is something as an oddity." Hfahn would begin to smirk as he placed the glass that he was cleaning up only to look over the supplies of the bar and began to wonder where any of the serving girls where. "I also think it is an oddity for a dragon like yourself to even be this far from the deep caverns that your kind normally reside in."
Hfahn Klorduum would look at the dragon only to shake his head. Hearing her story almost seemed unbelievable and would be like saying that she aloud a horde of adventurers to steal all the wealth she had collected. "Not all dwarves work in mines or craft, though I have done a little of both, I am of the warrior caste and now serve out my days upon the surface selling booze to the citizens of this fair city."
Hfahn Klorduum would take the bowl only to move it to the side not fully understanding this dragon, she almost seemed mad like those who had lost themselves within the infernos of the nine hells but there was something even more off about this one than just being insane. "If you say so I suppose you could be right." Hfahn would reach underneath the bars counter and find himself grabbing for his Urgrosh only to then grab a bottle of god knows what pulling it up to see that he had grabed an elven wine. "Damn was hopeing for the porters choice."
Hfahn Klorduum would look at the elven wine labeled Fallan, a wine ment for nobles or so it seemed due to the high price of the bottle, but would set it aside and reach back down underneath the bar falling upon a single knee to get a better look at what was all down there. "Nothing much to tell to be honest. I was once a common conscript for the dwarven army only to rise within its ranks, I fought side by side with the defenders of low-rock and fought off a goblin hoard and then eventually began to train other young men like myself to be a hearty fighter who can take a blow. Now I serve ale what else is there that you want to know?" There was a slight sting to his words as he fealt his anger rise as he remembered the worse parts but not wanting to mention them as he pulled out a very large bottle of Khellanic only to smile.
"I would rather not talk much about it as there is no useful knowledge that could help a dragon like you." Hfahn would stand up and place the large bottle upon the counter only to walk back and grab himself a mug. "We dwarves do many things but making this ale is just one of my favorite things." He would place the mug down and open the bottle of Khellanic and pour its contents into the mug watching as the ale froth up a bit as it reached its peak within the container.
"Odd, this is a wonderful drink though I suppose it would taste the way it smells." Hfahn would begin to laugh slightly as he downed the ale he had poured only to wipe his face and beard off with his left arm. "It is a wonder why most humans do not enjoy the dwarven tastes but those who do have my respect."
Hfahn Klorduum would only shake his head and refill his mug only to down the beverage once more before sealing the ale back up as to keep it from going bad. "We dwarves can make a fine ale and hell any other beverage that may not be known to most but the one thing that has brought me happiness is to watch a none dwarf try to eat our bread."
"Dwarven bread or are you talking about the Khellanic?" Hfahn would only begin to laugh a little as he began to unseal the bottle only to look back at the dragon.
Hfahn Klorduum would grab the bowl she was drinking from earlier and would pour some of the Khellanic into it but just enough so that it would not become a waste if she did not like it. "Go ahead and try it."
"My name is Hfahn and what may your name be dragon?"
Hfahn Klorduum would began to gather both mug and bowl only to walk into the kitchen and begin to wash the two vigerusly.
Hfahn Klorduum would step into Gambits from the back door only to take his spot behind the bars counter cleaning a large mug before placing it upon the shelf, if there was one thing that Hfahn did not need this morning was another foreigner claiming he was the dominate race amongst the patrons but this morning was slow. The dwarf would look at the two patrons who where present only to nod to them as he found himself looking underneath the counter for his favorite drink while he was going to work today.
Hfahn Klorduum would look towards the man with his broadsword only to shake his head for a couple of seconds as he found what he was looking for. "What can I get ya human?" the question would be directed to Randall as he would rise out form underneath the counter with a large bottle of dwarven ale and several mugs only to move those off to the side as he watched the two as if he was enjoying the conversation.
"What kind human?" Hfahn would just look at Randall only to shake his head slightly. "You just want the piss firewater your kind makes I assume." He would quickly turn and grab a bottle of the cheepest whiskey he could find and placed it before the fighter infront of him with a single glass and while hearing the women requesting the same thing Hfahn would only nod and retrieve a second glass for her. "Would you like a second bottle or a single glass?"
"You are a damned fool for the only men who I have seen be victoreis in war are the dead." Hfahn knew his place within this bar, hell he didnt even mind the comment about being a half-man keg full of dirt as it reminded him of allmost everyone else in the bar, and becuase of last time he was repreminded for starting a fight with the patrons who didnt seem all their in the head but this was only going to be a job untill he himself could pay for his own inn outside of the city. When the lady asked for her drink in a specific way the dwarf would grab her glass he set out and prepared it as directed only to return it to the women with a smile on his face. "Forgive me lady this one may just need a good ass kicking but I will have to take this outside if it gets this far."
Hfahn Klorduum would just begin to laugh as he heard Randall and then would spot the newcomer who had walked down from the second floor only to smile over to her. "It is early but what can I get for you?" Hfahn would turn to look at Randall who had asked for a sparing match only to eye him up and down looking ovver this man like a peace of meat only to laugh some more. "Later when my shift is over you can find me." However when Rage would enter and make his comment the dwarf would just gawk at the strange man. "WHo are you calling a hobbit you damned fool and what in the hell can I get ya?"
Hfahn Klorduum would look at Rage and nod grabbing a bottle of vodka and the bottle of Khellanic only to pour both drinks into seperate cups. "SOme would say that there are no wemon and that we all spring up from the mud." Hfahn would say jokingly as he pushed the two drinks over to the side for Rage to pick up only to find himself reaching back underneath the counter finding his fingers touching the Mithral Urgrosh but then grabbing a strange bottle only to pull it out to the open air and shake his head as he read the words upon the bottle and shook his head. "Damn elven drinks."
Hfahn Klorduum would push the bottles towards Rage and when he heard Randall call over for the 'good stuff' Hfahn would only smirk as he walked back to grab a squared bottle of Whiskey that almost seemed to share the color of rust. "Then I got something that will put you on your ass." Hfahn would grab the bottle and place tow cups before the two filling each one almost to the brim and would continue to smile. "Even a firebelly like a red dragon has submitted to this stuff or do you two think you can't handle it?" The dwarf was almost wanting the two of them to try but it was all in good fun as a single sip, though why anyone would just sip at this stuff was beyond him, would nock a man on his ass and warm his blood. "This is the good stuff I assure you just down it first and no pussy footing around with it."
Hfahn Klorduum would look over to Rage and grab a third cup pouring the rest of it for the strange man. "Then try if you think you can handle it 'friend' I assure you if you are still standing then good for you but if you are out cold by the end then you get a room for the night. Side warning though this stuff is strong and I cannot keep warning people about it." Hfahn would turn to Randall and his lady and motion for them to take the cups. "Please enjoy."
Hfahn Klorduum would only smile to watch them enjoying the fine dwarven whiskey but found that he had to go as the new bartender showed up. "I am glad to see that you all are enjoying it but I have to run, business will be slow I assure you but enjoy your drinks while you all stay at Gambits." Before Hfahn would leave he would quickly grab the money that Randall used to pay for today and last nights drink and stash them in their appropriate places only to quickly make his way out of the bar.
Hfahn Klorduum would walk back into the bar and take his palce behind the counter only to note that Randall was not taking the dwarven whiskey well but what could he say the Krognak was a strong drink ment for strong worriors. "Ah I see the man has had some troubles with a simple whiskey." Hfahn would begin to laugh as he watched the man before grabbing a mug as he would begin to wipe it down with a rag at the bars counter. "Told you that it put a red dragon on its ass and you have how many shots of it now?"
