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Garlade shammeath

Played by PeacockMan

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  • Vital Stats

    • Name: Garlade shammeath
    • Gender: Male
    • Played by: PeacockMan
    • Race: Dwarf
    • Class: Barbarian
    • Alignment: Chaotic good
    • Age: 126
    • Size: Small
    • Body Type: Endomorph (plump)
    • Height: 4' 3"
    • Weight: 187 lbs
    • Complexion: Hard, cold
    • Hair: Brown
    • Eyes: Blue
    • Handedness: Right
    • Scars: Large gash running up left leg
    • Relationship Status: Widower
    • Personality: Serious, Rowdy, Comedic on occasions
    • Mannerisms: Competitive, Up for anything
    • Likes: Food, beer, competitions, adventure
    • Dislikes: Time wasters, elves, tea, dragons

  • Classic D&D Stats

    STR 20 INT 14
    DEX 10 WIS 18
    CON 18 CHA 8

  • Description

    Fairly short, stout man with a large beard and moustache that covers most his face that always looks quite angry about something. He will take on anything that dares look at him the Wrong way , and has a burning hatred for elves and dragons. He is always ready for anything and loves being challenged. He also has a thick Scottish accent. Despite everything else, he enjoys finding new friends, going on surprise quests/adventures, and, in the right environment, can actually be very numerous.

  • Biography

    I used to live peacefully with my family in our great mine. I grew up there and eventually, I got a wife, 2 wee lads, and a beautiful daughter. There were 100s of us in our mine, but then, the dragons came. They ravaged our entire home, killing everyone, even the children. I stayed for as long as I could, helping out as many as were fortunate to survive the initial chaos, but then, the elves came. They wanted to help, but they didn't know anything about our mine. They led everyone straight into a corner. As the dragons approached, I set off some explosives, killing 2 small dragons, but angering the rest. They ripped and teared everyone apart in front of me. I escaped when they began to fight over poor dalgraed. As I ran, all I could hear were the horrifying sounds of my neighbors being turned into dinner. Everyone was dead, and I had but a battle scar. One day, I will find more dwarves, and we will take back our mine.

  • Playstyles Chart

    Always Sometimes Maybe Never
    Always
    • Medieval
    • Adventure
      Never
    • Modern
    • Sci-fi