You see usually a half naked dwarf before you. Well kept physique in general, able bodies as these short warrior folk tend to be. Built like a mountains they live in. Icy set of eyes are lined with mirth and melancholy, depending how full their cup might be. Orange (dyed) crest of hair and beard, decoraded with tattoos and pierced all over. What not lavished with ink or precious metals, is covered with scars. He is a warrior through and through. Those who know dwarven ways there is more use to the tattoos than purely being decorative. They are ment to ward off magic, the only protection a slayer needs. He carries himself a singular large axe, and very rarely not much in means of protection. Whatever earlthy possessions he might have had in life beyond that of a well kept axe, has been long sold and spent, either to finance their travel, pouts of depressive alcoholism or whoring. This of course when glorious death in hands of mighty beasts does not possess his obessive if not somewhat unhindged mind.