Gerrot was born the son of a lesser noble, whose aspirations were high,
but whose aspirations and abilities were poor. His father claimed lineage
from such names as Dolgin, the Executor, and Aldacer, the first Noble of
Valour, though none but a poor heirloom in the form of an engraved ring
could be found to substantiate this. Due to lack of funds, but high
ambition, Gerrot's father sent him into the halls of the scribes, to learn
of mystical arts. However, Gerrot had no passion for this, and instead left
the school at a very young age to attend the monastery of Soluminus. Gerrot
did not speak to his father for many years, as he was in solitude during
most of his vigilance. He was known to spend much time alone, during these
years. He was a peaceful dwarf, Gerrot, and one devoted to helping the weak
and weary of the world. When he was finally inducted into the order of
Soluminus, it was simultaneously, or so he thought, the proudest and most
humble day of his life.
He would soon learn that it would also be the most tragic. He finally
worked up the courage to return home... Only to find that he had no home,
no city, to return home to. The small villa of his family had been burnt to
the ground, as a raiding legion from Darkhaven had burnt it to the ground,
due to the negligence of the night watchman, with no warning. His father
was dead, and there was nothing but the small ring, the heirloom, that had
been past down many generations, in remembrance. He swore that day for
retribution.
Description:
There is a dwarf standing before you, thick eyebrows turned down over deep brown eyes. Light brown hair has been captured by silver bands, pulling it back away from his angled face. His beard is well maintained and similarly styled, through it is only hangs a foot down from his chin. The mark of Soluminus has been branded on either of his shoulders, drawing attention to his muscular arms. A signet ring bearing the symbol of a warhammer rests on one finger.
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