I'm a dwarf who left his clan because of his poor skills with hammers and axes. I'm not a good miner either, so there was no point in staying around the mountains with my dwarven brothers. On my way down the mountain, I was attacked by a group of orcs. They took all my belongings, money and food. I was badly wounded, but a monk found me alive and took me to his monastery. I spent a few years in the monastery until I could join their Monk Order. I plan to become stronger and to gain respect so I can go back to the mountains. This way, I'll join the dwarven clan once more and become a dwarven defender. I'm short even for a dwarf, which makes me more agile, although I'm quite strong physically. I have a long, orange beard and hair. I'm quite joyful and sensible, confident and optimistic.