The Dwarven Welcome Center: Character Creation

[Lychfield Ghoul]

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Hmm, that didn't work, did it? Well, the rebuilding of Khazad Dum is still on its way!
Have you ever desired to reveal your inner beard? Or have you been yearning to show off your mining background? There is no time like the present to present yourself your little dwarven present. What was I saying? Meat! Ripe meat off the bone!

Kheled sighed. He sat behind a desk on which was written: Fill out your name here!. He wondered how it had come to this. He remembered he had been the spiritual guide to many a dwarven soul and now he sat in the same room as a drunk Scottish dwarven fighter, an ancient dwarven smith who kept treading over his own dwarf and a dwarven woman who seemed to be indistinguishable from the other figures if it had not been for some specific forms (it was the beard, it was always the beard! Kheled could not believe how the other races could be so blind.)

He sighed as he raised his stamp. "Hello and welcome to the Dwarrowdelf! I am at your service to allow you access to these wondrous realms of neverdark." He had a hard time resisting rolling his eyes as he said the inane sentence. It was only because he really needed the money, really!
"Please fill out your admission form here. The mystical dwarf cringed at saying those words, but bureaucracy could not be escaped

Form:

Name:
Beard Length:
Age (I know this is the same as the above):
Home:
Personality:
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[KingODuckingham]

Name: Nali Fireheart
Beard Length: Just shorter than he is.
Age (I know this is the same as the above): 320 years, give or take a decade
Home: Either deep in the mines of Khazad-dum, or in a cave up on the slopes of Zirakzigil, depending on the season and warmth outdoors.
Personality: I like the "what five words describe you" approach: Irritable, proud, wise, righteous, fearless
Appearance: Short even for a dwarf, white hair with only a few streaks of dark. Milky, half-blind eyes that have been enlarged due to long time nuder the earth. A long un-used axe still on his back. Frail and not as stout as he once was. Permanent frown creases. Very pale skin.
Weapon: I mentioned the axe above, but really he doesn't use a weapon at his age
Pet (raven?): N/A
Literacy (don't question the logic of this written question please): Yes. But rarely reads these days, as it's too hard on his old eyes.

[Lirimaer]

Vestri Karkûna

Vestri is a female dwarf of the line of Durin. As yet unwed, and with no great wish to do so, she nevertheless is very particular about her appearance and always keeps her beard trimmed. Her parents being poetic, she was named after the west wind, which generally brings warmth and good weather, but the occasional hurricane. It proved highly accurate as to her temperament, and so her sister also, Austri Thanabul, was named after the east wind, which brings humidity and thunderstorms - unsurprisingly, she is also well-named. Their parents, clearly hoping for two male children to complete the set, named their only son Norðri, and as it happened, he was well-suited to the name, for he went to live in the frozen northlands with his bride, Skaði, and her family, and hasn't been seen since Dain came to Thorin's aid.

Their home has been in Erebor since Dain II Ironfoot became King under the Mountain. Previously they were his loyal subjects in the Iron Hills, and fought in the Battle of Five Armies (when they were young things in their sixties) in which they won battle honours and finally named their axes. Vestri loves the Mountain with a fierce pride, but enjoys visiting other Dwarf realms for the history and the architecture, which are a passion. She makes trading journeys regularly, if only to share news, for the long isolation of the Dwarves and the loneliness inherent in the Mountain's location have made it clear to her that communication is key. Consequently, King Dain named her 'Karkûna' - the Raven - and she takes the role seriously.

She can turn her hand to most things, having been apprenticed in the art of forging metal and smithing: weapons, tools, jewellery and toys, but she always has myriad weapons and gadgets secreted about her person and in her voluminous clothing. The love of making things keeps her busy, and she is one of the chief traders with the Men of Dale for her expertise and her creativity. She would say she quite likes the children of Men, until they get too tall, but since the move to Erebor, it is quite clear that she is a gregarious soul who likes human company, and would even be civil to an Elf in the right circumstances. She is, most Dwarves agree, far too tolerant and unsuspicious for a Dwarf, but also handy to have around in case they need to speak to their non-Khazad neighbours.

[Ta'leus Shieldsong]

Name: Bani Caverunner
Beard Length: Unbraided: three and a half feet; Braided: two and a half feet
Age: 118 years old
Home: Bani lives within the the lower halls of Khazad-dum. Though he could live in a higher hall, due to being a messenger for Dwarf lords and nobles, he chooses to live in the lower halls. He has always felt out of place amongst his "betters" and chooses to lives with the most common of folk.
Personality: Bani is a kind-hearted, if simple Dwarf. He has a good sense of judgment though, and because of this he has the tendency to choose his friends very carefully. Still, he is generally open and friendly with most of the Dwarves he encounters and goes out of his way to express his thankfulness to anyone who extends him a kindness. He is doggedly loyal to his friends and employers, and would never compromise the security of a message entrusted to him.
Appearance: Bani is somewhat short for a dwarf, standing only 4'2, however he is not as stout as some of his brethren. Having a lighter build and legs, that while stumpy are not quite as stumpy as other dwarves, he is well-suited for his chosen career. His hair is a deep brown, the color of wet dirt, and he usually wears it unbound when not running (though he does tie it in a loose tail when working). A long beard hangs down almost to his toes when not braided, but he usually wears it in intricate braids that he then tucks into his belt when on the job. His eyes are nearly pitch black, and give him a slightly unsettling appearance combined with his height and build.
Weapon: In the interest of not weighing himself down, Bani carries with him only a dagger and a small hatchet that stay strapped securely to his legs so as not to jostle him when he runs.
Pet: Bani does not have a pet, but he does have a very old stuffed bear from childhood that he takes with him everywhere he goes. When he is running messages, he tucks Budun into his backpack so that he can peer over Bani's shoulder as he runs. Budun takes offense to being completely packed away and not having a view.
Literacy: Bani is not fully literate, making him the perfect messenger for Dwarf lords. He is only learned in certain runes that he uses for directions when running through the tunnels and halls of Khazad-dum.

Name: Tolan Blackrock
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OOC: I'll be finishing up Tolan later!

[Lychfield Ghoul]

Kheled looked around him, his coworkers were all busy greeting other, interesting dwarves. But there was no cue yet and he was happy to let the others do the work. The less he needed to actually work, the longer he could keep this stuff up! But he was starting to feel a bit bored, so he decided to fill in a form for himself. He had not done so upon first entering the Realm of the Dwarves, because... well, he had sort of bluffed his way in by pretending he belonged there. Of course, he did belong there and he knew the way around, so it would not have made any sense to visit this dreary place.

Name: Kheled Silverbeard
Beard Lengh: Very long, I wear it in a couple of double braids to keep it from dragging all over the place.
Age: I assure you, I am very old...
Home: I was born and raised in Khazad-dum.
Personality: Others have described me as stoic and wise. I will not deny that I have great insights and will bravely face any foe with great bravery.
Appearance: The most noticable thing about me is, of course, my long silver locks and beard. Next come my dark, piercing eyes hidden under thick eyebrows. I wear a silver headband with inlaid amethysts. My clothes are plain and dark, but made of expertly woven wool. In battle, I wear a blackened cuirass.
Weapon: I carry a heavy pickaxe into battle, which I have inherited from my time in the Morogs.
Pet: I have a raven companion. She is called Zo-ek.
Literacy: What inane question is this? I can read and write perfectly well, thank you very much. How dare they put this on the form. Back in my days this would not have...

The old dwarf stopped scribbling his rant about the last question when he was approached by a pair of dwarves. They seemed really eager to be there. Kheled despised that. They were holding hands. Bah, public affection. Kheled despised that even more than being stuck in this bureaucratic nightmare.

[Baphởmet]

Name: Skarphéðinn Njálsson
Beard Length: Just below the belt
Age: 130(ish)
Home: Dwarrowdelf at present, though Erebor and the Iron Hills have also been called home before
Personality: Jovial and always ready to feast and drink, Skarphéðinn is a loyal friend and partner, and a fierce competitor, whether it be in a drinking contest, arm wrestling, or axe throwing. The only thing that can truly enrage him (aside from wasting good beer) is the ever increasing desecration of Dwarven cultural sites by the goblins
Appearance: Skarphéðinn is not tall, but not short, he is quite literally perfectly average. His beard is deep chestnut brown with only a few hints of grey beginning to snake their way in. He has a few tattoos, notably binding runes on the backs of his hands. His eyes are a deep purple
Weapon: Skarphéðinn is most comfortable with a mace, but can pick anything handy (like an empty beer stein) and use it as a weapon
Pet: Skarphéðinn has a pet gerbil that lives in his beard, occasionally making an appearance when there is good food to be had (gerbil food obviously)
Literacy (don't question the logic of this written question please): Can read and write but would never be called a scholar, and is only a poet when well and truly blitzed on the mead of poetry

[Androthelm]

Name: Sveru Goldhand
Beard Length: To the center of his chest, streaked with gray..
Age (I know this is the same as the above): 150.
Home: Erebor, although he has traveled west to Khazad-dum.
Personality: Fiery and quick to snap, but generally good nature. Sveru is just... particular, especially about his craft.
Appearance: Ruddy-haired, Sveru keeps his hair cropped short. He is stout, although not remarkably so (by dwarf standards). His fingers are surprisingly delicate and precise--the hands of a lifelong tinkerer.
Weapon: Sveru does not generally carry a blade, though he claims ownership of his family's blade. His cousin Halfan, of course, is the one who actually possesses the thing.
Pet (raven?): A very, very old and temperamental bird named Cor.
Literacy (don't question the logic of this written question please): Well-read in his youth, although his eyes are beginning to go. He blames decades of staring through a magnifying glass at imperfections in gems.

[Afird Splitax]

Name: Drifa
Beard Length: Down to me toes! I keep it tucked into my belt which brings it up to about knee length
Age (I know this is the same as the above): 203 (old but good)
Home: Khazad-dûm
Personality: Action before words. Can be bossy and cross. Bah!!
Appearance: White hair, white beard, 4'6" tall. Small scar under left eye in the shape of a hatchet. Blue hood and cloak.
Weapon: Axe
Pet (raven?): No pest eh, pet.
Literacy (don't question the logic of this written question please): Yep!

[Rior Laegiel]

Name: Fræg Blackbeard
Beard Length: Shorter than most dwarves.
Age: 147
Place of Birth: Iron Hills
Current Home: Erebor
Personality: He’s good-natured, stubborn, loyal, distrustful of elves, likes feasting.
Appearance: He is about 4’9”, has black hair and beard, hazel eyes. Usually dressed in dark brown colors.
Weapon: A battleaxe.
Pet: None
Literacy: Yes

[Ercassie]

Name : Igneous "Iggy" Bloodbeard

Beard length : Down to his knees

Home : Now resting in the Halls of his Fathers (Alive for Second Age RP though).

Appearance : By reputation, Bloodbeard was a huge hulking specimen of his Race. His coarse hair was black as night and his grey eyes hard as rock.

Occupation : Miner/Warrior in Khazad-Dum, during the Second Age of the Sun.

Personality : Gruff, brash, rude, unkempt and generally unsocial. Not a Dwarf you would yearn to aggravate and not a temper you would likely survive.

Interests : Hitting hard, caving in the deep of the Earth and hewing his detested foes.

Weapon : A mighty double headed axe that was no more fair to look upon than he, as he was fond of saying. It did as required, and that was all that mattered to him. He named it (loosely translated) "Ruby".

History/Infamy : Bloodbeard was a dedicated miner who spent his days, nights, and most of his life working underground in the great Dwarvish masterpiece that is now crudely named as 'Moria'. He was not especially anything of note to anyone who cared not for stone, hard work, and a love of the earth. During the glory days of Eregion when/where Dwarves and Elves experimented with a mutual alliance, Bloodbeard was reluctantly awarded duties alongside a (mostly Noldorin) Elf, a survivor of Maeglin's House of Mole/Miners. He delighted in learning the Elf’s nickname was 'Snowdrop'.

Their partnership in stone was an unexpected success although they spoke scarce of their own respective selves. It was not an exchange of cultural intrigue which bound them together but more so a shared devotion to the art of mining, stone carving, etc. Neither had much time or care for the prospect of discovering/nurturing precious gems, and any that they came across were duly gifted to an absolutely thrilled she elf named Nariel.

When Ost-in-Edhil was sacked and the Gwaith-I-Mirdain devastated by Sauron, Bloodbeard (known until this point only as "Igneous") and his Elvish accomplice were deep about the foundations of the Dwarvish stronghold. They realised the startling turn of events only as Durin's Dwarvish army returned from their allied army assault on the Enemy's forces. Nariel and countless other Elvish survivors of the desolation had fled to Imladris. But the (other) Dwarves had played a pivotal role in securing this Elvish escape, and now their gates were shut.

In the guise of sneaking ‘Snowdrop’ out of Khazad-Dum, and escorting the Elf some ways toward Lothlorien, the infamous first-known Iggy instead craved for a taste of battle against Sauron's wretched orcs. The notion that he had missed out on all the "fun" was not one he was willing to accept. They forsook all thoughts of going to Lorien and instead went into Eriador and commenced a long scale guerrilla aggression against the army which had besieged Imladris.

They did not manage to break through by any means, but their efforts made them both ‘feel better". And the thought of Nariel and the others besieged was enough to inspire a bloody reign of cruelty that gnawed at the rear of the Enemy's army like a persistent finger picking at a scab they refused to leave be. Their aim was to break the Orc's morale and they struck largely in daytime when the Orcs were groggy/less able to retaliate and properly eradicate their little plague. Naturally their luck could not and did not hold out, and the pair found themselves inevitably ambushed, outnumbered and incarcerated in the hopes of extracting secret information about Imladris. Thankfully for the both of them, they did not have to hold out too long before the siege was finally broken, as was the power of Sauron in Eriador, thanks to the Armies of Lindon and Numenor.

Iggy Bloodbeard, he was ever known after, for the beard which tended to become quite literally thick with the blood of his foes during battle. He later died of old age, in his bed, and fully recognised amongst his consequent line of descendants as a mighty warrior and a dem fine Dwarf.









Name : Igneous "Iggy" Steeljaw.

Beard Length : Tucks into his boots

Home : A frequent wanderer, the 'world' is his home. Often he stays though with/squats in the halls of a family friend in Imladris

Appearance : Brown hair, both on his head and of his beard, very long and dishevelled, and falls well past his knees. He has piercing green eyes and is ever draped in a wide array of furs that further his bulky build. Evidently his labours in hunting feed him well enough.

Occupation : Runemaster/Mystic/Trapper

Personality : Mercurial and mystifying. Deeply religious. Steeljaw makes all his decisions based upon 'signs' and the suggestions that his runestone "whispers" to him, rather than trusting to logic. Can prove somewhat forgetful, but his 'hunches' have a tendency of being right, against all reason.

Interests : Hunting, trapping, selling/eating his hard won wares.

Weapon/s : His trusted runestone. A myriad of various animal traps.

History/Infamy : Little known even amongst his own kin. He is the traveller who tends to be forgot. He falls in and out of touch with peers and allies, so that little is known of his actual movements.

He was born in the Blue mountains in the latter third age, and is a direct descendent of Iggy Blackbeard. But his elder brother, Iggy Hammerstorm, inherited the expectation, the physical similarity and the ancient tool of their forefather. His people scratch their heads and ponder whether they believe that Steeljaw is even still alive.

He roams far and trades, mostly with Men and Hobbits. However his interest in trapping has evolved in recent years to an obsession with obtaining goblin traps and torture devices, that he can take apart, improve upon, and return to their owners, .. with a vengeance !









Name : Igneous "Iggy" Hammerstorm

Beard Length : Exactly the recommended length as dictated by arbitrary rules his father once made up and passed off to his sons as lore/law.

Home : Blue Mountains

Appearance : Said to eerily resemble his infamous forefather, Bloodbeard, but this is more to do with size and attitude than actual physical resemblance. Dark hair, tending to be strewn with dirt, a hazard of his occupation. Twinkling blue eyes, like sapphires.

Occupation : Miner

Personality : Stern but sombre. Hammerstorm is a Dwarf of few words but mighty actions. You would be lucky to get a word out of him. He had no interest of the affairs of other folks outside his own, and would diligently go about his business without interruption, if permitted. Very defensive as to his beloved wife and daughter. Shhhh they are a secret !

Interests : Mining, teaching his young apprentice, Bronte, to be as great a miner as himself.

Weapon/s : He has inherited the legendary (but, he considers "ugly") axe, that his forefather named 'Ruby'. Unfortunately, in his opinion. For there seems to abound great expectation that he should follow his ancestor's example and hammer up a storm, so to speak.

History/Infamy : Not much to speak of as yet. He lives in the Blue Mountains in the latter part of the Third Age. He has a wife, a daughter and an apprentice. He is somewhat backward in coming forward with details about himself. At least so far.

[Fane Mordagnir]

Name: Kurzdun Inkmaker

Beard Length: Err when he bend over it touches his toes so he thinks it about the same height as he is, actually it reaches just below his waist.

Age: He's about 200 years old but he isn't the smartest Dwarf in the world so who knows how old he actually is

Home: The Lonely Mountain, mainly because he isn't welcome many other places currently due to some questionable truths.

Personality: Kurzdun has never been particularly smart and honestly is only good at a handful of things but those things he excels at. He is chronically unreliable and doesn't really understand how to 'Dwarf'. Saying that he is cheerful and eager to speak to anyone which is why he is still alive. Most people just take kindly to him until he's managed to get his self built tattoo gun on them. He volunteers for any job even when he knows he's useless and has often caused more work for those who hire him. He was once sarcastically told he was the best Dwarven tattoo artist ever and he ran with it. In reality because he's illiterate there are many spelling mistakes and even a few dwarves going around with "Harad" written in Dwarvish runes that are actually just gibberish symbols that Kurzdun recognises from living in the halls of the Dwarves. Since loosing his arm in an unfortunate incident mentioned below he is now trying to relearn the little skills he had. His true talent is the making of pigmented inks for his tattoos, if he was willing to sell these to other artists he would be liked more by other Dwarves and a good bit wealthier.

Appearance: Kurzdun has a rust red beard matching his head of hair. He often wears light armor but rarely a helmet. He is missing his right arm below the elbow because he had once heard the phrase "The Pen is mightier than the Sword" and took this literally wielding his Tattoo Gun in a battle with some orcs. Often seen sat on the back of his cart which he uses as a portable parlour for his ministrations.

Pet: A sizable hog he uses to pull his cart.

[Afird Splitax]

*Eye's the pet hog while sliding his finger over the blade of his axe. This dumb dwarf would never know his pet made good porkchops*

[Raisins]

Name: Mili Tumblestone
Beard Length: Foot and a half braided neatly
Age (I know this is the same as the above): 75 years
Home: Khazad-dum though previously the Iron Hills was born.
Personality: Bubby and cheerful she's quick witted and always up for a chat, a drink and a laugh.
Appearance: She has a round happy face normally flushed pink with light brown hair and a beard to match, she does work on keeping her beard and her hair smooth and neat looking. Generally found wearing woolen trousers and a loose fitting linens shirt with a woolen over tunic and leather boots she helps keep her families living quarters neat and tidy between learning to cut gems so that they sparkle with light.
Weapon: Mace
Pet (raven?): She has a pet hairless rat that's lost half it's tail that does tricks for peanuts.
Literacy (don't question the logic of this written question please): Knows her letters and numbers very well thank you very much.