Name: Dainnflor Rusvuljarn

A stocky and burly dwarf that stood at just above 5'. His hair and beard long since lost the rich auburn colour and now a lovely shade of white though he was incredibly proud of the fact he still long locks on top though his beard was pride and joy. Thick and groomed, often braided with runic beads interwoven. His eyes were a deep emerald green that showed for all his bravado and crass behaviour he had intelligence and even a little bit of wisdom though he likely kept it hidden.

His stocky frame had wide shoulders and he certainly didn't lack muscle as the dwarf was often seen toting his heavy plate armour and large great axe that had done plenty of damage in his time. His arms were hairy and beefy that ended down in large calloused hands.

His chest was equally hairy though it was stocky and heavy a perfect barrel chest though his stomach while solid had that lovely layer of fat to give him just a tad bit of a beer gut.

He is often seeing travelling with Vedma Anvilsong. His wife which was how their two clans joined through their marriage though they bicker, yell and fight with each other like any dwarven couple should.

Lights:

Greens: Drinking, brawling, causing chaos. Hurling insults especially at greenskins and elves. Contests of strength, smoking his pipe

Reds: God-moders, people who can't take a joke, People who take things oocly (while Dainn is a crass bastard I am not) and backseat drivers.