Dremil was born to an average family in the Dwarven Kingdom. His father spent much of his time in the mines, his mother raised him and took care of the house. He was a strange boy for a dwarf, for he rarely lost his temper. When Dremil was attacked by his whole class for not being "dwarvish" enough, his parents took him to see the best healer in the Kingdom, the same one Gaungar now sees for his ailments. They were hoping he could cure Dremil of his strange calmness. The healer declared he could find nothing wrong with the boy, but that he was clearly different. When Dremil's parents pressed the healer to give them some solution, he could only tell them to let the boy off into the world to find his own way. So they did just that, and Dremil found his way to Seringale where he lived in poverty until he grew of age to join a guild. He became a warrior committed to the home he found in Seringale and he hasn't looked back.
Description:
Before you stands Dremil of the Dwarven Kingdom. He looks built for war, with a superbly low center of gravity. The only thing that makes him look slightly less treetrunk-like is the orange mohawk that reminds you of something done by odd people in the human towns. His beard is similarly colored and braided into a dozen or more braids, finally tied neatly together at the bottom with a peice of rope that is too thick for such uses. His muscles look like they might as well be made of rocks and his stance is one of supreme preparedness. Knees bent, legs spread a bit, clearly ready for combat.
[reply to Hondorian]