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Name: Tumpsking Roswell (He preffers to be called, for short Tump or Tum)
Age: Around the age of 20 years, but he looks much older than he really is.
Gender: Male
Race/Breed: Pure Dwarf
Ability/Power/Skills: He has no powers, but a Skill he has is being gifted at making good weaponry, such as bow and arrows out of bits and bobs he can find on the ground. A ability could be his will power. He would never look down to fights involving, ofcorse, the king.
Appearance: Tump is much shorter than other dwarfs, maybe the height of a average she-wolf on all fours. He is buff and broard, with hardly any neck or legs, just some large feet and thighs. He has droopy undereyes, large hazel eyes, over-large ears and a stumpy nose, which has a scar running down the left side. He has some bushy eye brows that stoop low onto his eyes. Tum's hair is a dark brown, specks of gray here and there, and could not be combed, because it is so tangled. A shaggy short beard, also containing gray hairs, and if looking carefuly, you would see broken pieces off combs stuck in there. Most of his body is bumpy with scars. As for his clothing, he wears a deer skin waist coat, lined with fur of a racoon. The waistcoat is a brown with freckled white spots, and contains many pockets, and the front has a few buttons sewn on. He wears over the waist coat a dark brown cape, also lined with racoon fur, which he ties around his neck. He wears on his head a mole skin night cap that is very creased, which he only takes of inside buildings. A large, heavy bronze belt sits neatly on his waist, mainly to hold up some baggy elk skin trousers. For shoes, some wild boar fur slip ins, which on the top bares a black button on each. He has some metal armour on his arms, going from his elbows, down to his fingers, on each arm. On the middle finger of his left armour bears a single encrusted Ruby, which he had found when he once went down into a mine.
Personality: Tumpsking, pronounced Tumpskin is a secretive dwarf that likes prying into others personal affairs. He would rather spy than get on with his own life. Apart from being nosey, he loves to drink. Anything from Ale to pure Rum would suit this dwarfs lifestyle. With all the drinking, he can get very tipsy and sink back to his small hut, in which he lives in, to sober up untill he is fully aware of himself, before going back down to a pub for another round. Tum's sentences are short and gruff. He would talk quickly, quietly and never stop to pause for air. Apart from his life as a 'alcoholic', he takes strolls into places which he would never normally wander to. For him, a good walk clears the mind and steangthens the muscles. The only time Tump is happy is when surrounded by people, eaves dropping, but he does wish for some friends once in a while. It gets a little lonely living in a hut by himself.
History: His childhood is uknown by himself and others, since he was in a horrific accident containing a hammer to the head, which happend around the age of sixteen which made him loose all memory, and Tum had to be taught the main things about himself. A few years past after the accident, and Tumpsking learned the most important thing in his life: Drinking. His life consisted of that for a long time up untill this day, and the poor Dwarf now has no shoulder to cry on, so he streangthend himself to hide his feelings from the world, untill he has a fully formed friendship, which he thinks is highly unlikely.
Vocation: Bounty Hunter
Strengths: A strong will power, a good crafts man.
Weaknesses: He is very shy, which leads to making him lonely. Also, he has anger problems.
Extra: He likes eating. If you give him a platter of snails he would eat it. He is never fussy. I like cookies. Also, i am hoping to get hi involved some how. Maybe a meeting at the pub.
[color=blueviolet][size=11pt][font=Perpetua][b]Name:[/b] [i]Tumpsking Roswell (He preffers to be called, for short Tump or Tum)[/i]
[b]Age:[/b] [i]Around the age of 20 years, but he looks much older than he really is.[/i]
[b]Gender:[/b] [i]Male[/i]
[b]Race/Breed:[/b] [i] Pure Dwarf[/i]
[b]Ability/Power/Skills:[/b] [i]He has no powers, but a Skill he has is being gifted at making good weaponry, such as bow and arrows out of bits and bobs he can find on the ground. A ability could be his will power. He would never look down to fights involving, ofcorse, the king.[/i]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [i]Tump is much shorter than other dwarfs, maybe the height of a average she-wolf on all fours. He is buff and broard, with hardly any neck or legs, just some large feet and thighs. He has droopy undereyes, large hazel eyes, over-large ears and a stumpy nose, which has a scar running down the left side. He has some bushy eye brows that stoop low onto his eyes. Tum's hair is a dark brown, specks of gray here and there, and could not be combed, because it is so tangled. A shaggy short beard, also containing gray hairs, and if looking carefuly, you would see broken pieces off combs stuck in there. Most of his body is bumpy with scars. As for his clothing, he wears a deer skin waist coat, lined with fur of a racoon. The waistcoat is a brown with freckled white spots, and contains many pockets, and the front has a few buttons sewn on. He wears over the waist coat a dark brown cape, also lined with racoon fur, which he ties around his neck. He wears on his head a mole skin night cap that is very creased, which he would only take off inside buildings. A large, heavy bronze belt sits neatly on his waist, mainly to hold up some baggy elk skin trousers. For shoes, some wild boar fur slip ins, which on the top bares a black button on each. He has some metal armour on his arms, going from his elbows, down to his fingers, on each arm. On the middle finger of his left armour bears a single encrusted Ruby, which he had found when he once went down into a mine.[/i]
[b]Personality:[/b] [i]Tumpsking, pronounced Tumpskin is a secretive dwarf that likes prying into others personal affairs. He would rather spy than get on with his own life. Apart from being nosey, he loves to drink. Anything from Ale to pure Rum would suit this dwarfs lifestyle. With all the drinking, he can get very tipsy and sink back to his small hut, in which he lives in, to sober up untill he is fully aware of himself, before going back down to a pub for another round. Tum's sentences are short and gruff. He would talk quickly, quietly and never stop to pause for air. Apart from his life as a 'alcoholic', he takes strolls into places which he would never normally wander to. For him, a good walk clears the mind and steangthens the muscles. The only time Tump is happy is when surrounded by people, eaves dropping, but he does wish for some friends once in a while. It gets a little lonely living in a hut by himself.[/i]
[b]History:[/b] [i]His childhood is uknown by himself and others, since he was in a horrific accident containing a hammer to the head, which happend around the age of sixteen which made him loose all memory, and Tum had to be taught the main things about himself. A few years past after the accident, and Tumpsking learned the most important thing in his life: Drinking. His life consisted of that for a long time up untill this day, and the poor Dwarf now has no shoulder to cry on, so he streangthend himself to hide his feelings from the world, untill he has a fully formed friendship, which he thinks is highly unlikely.[/i]
[b]Vocation:[/b] [i]Bounty Hunter[/i]
[b]Strengths:[/b] [i]A strong will power, a good crafts man.[/i]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] [i]He is very shy, which leads to making him lonely. Also, he has anger problems.[/i]
[b]Extra:[/b] [i]He likes eating. If you give him a platter of snails he would eat it. He is never fussy. I like cookies. Also, i am hoping to get hi involved some how. Maybe a meeting at the pub.[/i][/font][/size][/color]
