Gildar Dolgson

Name: Gildar Dolgson
Race: Dwarf
Age: 62
Alignment: NG
Class: Fighter
Deity: Vorax

Personality:
a bit naive, easily provoked into a fight, loud, a bit lacking in the hygiene department, loyal, tends to ramble, over exaggerates.

Bio:
Gildar grew up in the village of Lar, just outside the Greypeak Mountains. His was a typical childhood for any dwarf. His parents taught him how to use an axe as soon as he was able to heft it into the air. A bit taller than most dwarves yet still retaining all the bulk, he was looked up to by most of his fellow playmates.

Gildar chanced upon an unusual pairing while he was still in his youth. One day when he was out playing with a few of his friends, an elf decided to join in the game. The elf lived here in the village with his family. While not unheard of, elves have a hard time fitting in with the local population of Lar, dwarves. Occasionally a fight would break out, due to prejudices. That day was one of those occurrences. It seemed the young dwarves did not wish to share their merriment with the young elf. They began to tease and push around the elf. Gildar, not knowing any better at the time, went along with his friends and harassed the poor elf. The elf then ended up leaving shortly after, a bloody lip was his only reward that day.

A few days later, Gildar was wasting some time over by one of the abandoned mine shafts in the mountains. Suddenly, the entrance to the mine shaft collapsed, boulders dropped down, completely covering his escape. Try as he might, Gildar couldn't lift the boulders to get out. He yelled and screamed at the top of his mighty dwarven lungs, but no one heard him. Days passed by, and Gildar began to grow weak with hunger and fatigue. He was almost ready to give up on trying to escape, when he heard something from outside. He peered out a small crevice that the boulders allowed. Standing outside the mineshaft was the elf from the earlier day. Gildar yelled out to the elf, pleading for him to help. Without any hard feelings at all, the elf, walked over to the boulders and tried lifting them. Even together, their strength wasn't enough. The elf then had an idea. He told Gildar to back away from the entrance. The elf then began chanting a spell. He shot his hand outward, and from it a mass of energy shot towards the boulders. Upon contact the boulders split in two and began falling away from the entrance. Hastily, Gildar escaped from the mineshaft. Gildar thanked the young elf. Together they walked back to Lar.

From that day on Gildar and Zygale were friends. Gildar protected his new friend from the harassment of the young dwarves in town. Many fights had broken out because of their newfound friendship, but together they endured. They've had many adventures growing up in Lar, and many more to come as they travel about the lands.

(I've made up a character that I like. So this should be the last for a long time. ^_~)

[NitaThompson]

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