Shorter than most (3' 7"), wider than all but a few (215lbs) with a beer belly that almost gets in the way but it wears well. The tattered brown hair that shows some signs of a few early gray hairs for someone so young. A gray hair for everytime he put his life on the line! His beard and hair are rarely comed and generally have the look and smell of someone who just woke up from the greatest party of their life. And drink he did for his favorite banter is to find a stout Goldie and test his metal in a battle of steins. From out of the rats nest of hair, his big nose borders on a little red from the booze. Maybe it was the tough upbringing, being short and fatter than the rest or maybe it was the passing of his father, Travor. Travor was a exploration miner when he never came back from the deeps. That spiked the passion in Trevor's life and he grew wider, stronger and with more heart than any two dwarfs. There will never been enough critters in this worth for Trevor to put his axe to... the biggest, ugliest, most intimidating axe you've even seen at least until he can find a bigger and better one. It's a simple life, learning the axe. Learning to use ones body as a weapon. Learning to find the rage when you need it most. Leaving the mines a couple years ago, Trevor's looking for adventure and to make a name for himself and his pa. You want gruff and grumble... You want crazed and drunken ... You want an axe as wide as it is tall (well nearly). I give you Trevor MugSlinger. A dwarf's dwarf, he's as crazy a front-liner you'll ever find to whisper a prayer, swear once or twice and yell "Charge!"