Ruchmuneeoph's father was a merchant, and traveled often with his youngest son Ruchmuneeoph. The young dwarf grew found of travel and song dreaming of adventure. Yet often, Ruchmuneeoph would be scorned by the children of the towns for being "different". They would duck him in the fountians of town and jeer him. But the young dwarf was steadfast and true knowing that there was a better path. He would pray for those who had wronged him. But as the years went on, the jeering and taunting had its toll of Ruchmuneeoph. He began to see that while some were ignorant, others were truely wicked. He began to get angry and searched for a outlet for his pent up "grrrr". Seeing some who had gleefully teased him to the point of exhaustion, he challenged them to a brawl. Though for one could say he did quite well against a group the bloodied and battered dwarf was stripped of his beard that day and he would be changed forever. Using his knowledge of travel and the songs of the minstrels to guide him he sought to improve himself in combat seeking out and learning from the best weapon masters in Thera.
Description:
Holding his elbows out to take up more room than he must, he walks with a swagger. He is not handsome, nor quite ugly, though the glint in his brown eyes twinkle oddly, at once looking kind and grim. Leathery looking skin, perhaps from spending too much time in full sun, has a crimson hue, and looks aged before his time. A simple cord restrains the stump of a once magnificent beard that looks haphazardly chopped off.
