Tkir Marblegilder

Carved in stone

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Tkir Marblegilder
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: tikiux5
  • Nicknames: Old Stone face
  • Race: Bear
  • Class: Fighter
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Age: 34
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Endomorphic
  • Height: 5'9"
  • Weight: 310lbs
  • Hair: dirty blonde
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Handedness: right
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Tacturn at first but freindly to those he calls allies and friends.
  • Mannerisms: Likes to smoke his pipe and talk of the great works of his people and casually putting down the works of other races as flimsy and not built to last. Will voice his dislike of boats,Elves,Cats,and various other things.
  • Likes: Gold, Fine pewter, Topaz, crystal glass, giant mole leather, axes, Steel traps and Boars for their strength. When possible, he prefers to consume Venison and Quarry bush Leaves.
  • Dislikes: Cats,Elves,Boats,Trees,Orcs,Trolls,Goblins,

• Classic D&D Stats

  STR	18	INT	12
  DEX	15	WIS	13
  CON	16	CHA	8

• Description

  Tall and thick of fur and ice cold blue eyes. He wears thick hide armor studs along the chest and shoulders. A circular shield rests at his back and an axe at his hip one side the blade the other a slightly curved pick.
  A mercanthum pipe carved into a bears head sticks out of his weather beaten visage.

• Biography

  Born in the frozen foothills beneath the mountain of Kraz-Unkator he was the youngest child of four and the only male to a stone carver and his wife. His three older sisters were always babying him at first but as he grew older his father would drag him away from his mother and sisters into the quarry. He soon found him self hardening his hands and legs cutting the stone and hauling it to the workshop for his father. One day cutting wood for his mothers oven he was attacked alone far enough away from home he could not run. All he had was his fathers wood axe and rope to die the wood bundle together. They were savage wolves from the valley beneath their hills they came to kill and steal and they found him first. There were only three of them but more were undoubtedly near. The fight was desperate and he was unskilled but he was strong and much larger then these weak pack hunters. Hurt and bleeding and his foes dead in the snow their skulls cloven in two he dragged his bruised and battered body towards home. By the time he got home he found it in cinders his family hung from the trees his home burned to the ground. He buried his family his body straining from his wounds but he did this last service for them and turned towards the valley to seek vengeance.