Other than the obvious characteristics of his heritage, little is known
of Lethazyris' true origin, having been adopted as an abandoned baby. A
collective of dwarves, dedicated to the lord, Odoacer, took him in and
raised him as if he had been their own. They just happened to be unlike
most dwarves of the realm, while not as adept at subterfuge and obscurity as
shadows, they were gifted in the ways of the Fist.
Lethazyris began his training at a very young age, learning how to fight
with his body and spirit in unison.
Description:
A male form is before you, slender and perhaps slightly taller than six
feet. His head has been entirely shaved except for a raven-black topknot of
braided hair. The length alone falls to the small of his back in spite of
the tightly woven braid. Leather straps are entwined about it and secured
with several knots. Weapons are about his person, but seem unconditioned
for immediate use. Instead, a string of pearly-black prayer beads are
wrapped about his wrist and twisted about his fingers. Clear eyes, lacking
in much pigmentation, gaze mercilessly and with some inherent calculation.
His frame, while not large, is toned and seasoned with what could only be
explained as months upon months of training. Most of his attire appears
light and priestly.
