Before you stands a dwarven female who looks as if she were chiseled from a boulder. Her powerfully muscled arms suggest hours spent swinging both a smithy's hammer and the bastard sword strapped to her back. Her battle scars are few and minor, a testament to her incredible resilience - and her young age. Her eyes hold the hard, speculative gleam of a warrior sizing up her opponent. She also appears to be neatness-minded; her hair is carefully put up in two ponytails, and her armor and weapons are finely polished. She carries herself with a proud bearing. When striding onto a field of battle, she stands as if she might shrug off giant hurled boulders like bullets from a sling. Her shield is embossed with the image of a hammer and axe crossed over a sturdy helm, the standard of her clan.