Gawrik Mordhawg

[Fly From The Hood]

Full Name: Gawrik Mordhawg
Age: 38
Classes: Barbarian/Battlerager
Race: Dwarf
Subrace: Gold Dwarf
Gender: Male
Alignment: CG
Diety: Vorax

While Gawrik's deeply tanned face expresses no emotion, his eyes burn with the rage of past battles. His ruffled blond hair is sloppily tied into one long strand that hangs down freely to his lower-back. His beard is like most other dwarven beard, thick and long, but it is not as well kept as others. It shows no evidence of any grooming, for bits of food and other small materials can seen trapped in the dense tangles of bright hair. Even though most of his dwarven brothers think of him as somewhat of a child, he has expirienced more pain and sorrow than most would in a lifetime. His tragic tale began when he was only 7 years of age. Both his mother and father were known as simple roming merchants, taking their business wherever they would make a good profit. The ancient Mordhawgs however, were feirce warriors, capable of incredible fits of fury. Often though, the lives of these ancient fighters were cut short, not in battle, but from its after effects. The incomprehensible rage that they sent themselves into was many times too much for their small bodies to handle. These dwarves lived short action-packed lives, and often only had one child. The ancient Mordhawgs' ways died off centuries ago, but the tradition of having only one offspring was kept, for reasons no one will ever know. Gawrik had no knowledge of his anscestors for his parents did not think he was of the right age to know of their violent past. He would never learn about them though, because his parents would never have the chance. He and his family had just come from a very profitable trip to a wealthy city, and were on their way back to their small camp outside of the city limits when a trio of hungry ogres attacked their caravan. Although the caravan did contain a few weapons, they were old and rusty, and not fit for defending against three ogres. The ogres quickly overtook the two dwarves and rumaged through the small portable store, while Gawrik hid in the nearby brush. He watched as the ogres destroyed all that his parents had lived for in seconds. He looked over to his mother and father, their bodies laid still on the cold autumn ground. Then he suddenly felt something he had never felt before. An emotion so fierce, so powerful, that it overtook his body. The rage that flowed through the veins of his anscestors now filled his tiny body. Just as the fury was almost too much for his mind to bear, one of the ogres spotted him, and his rage was released. That day he killed every ogre with only a small handaxe he had had attached to his belt. Later that afternoon he stumbled into the city, bloodied and broken, where he was nursed back to health, and trained in the art of combat.

[Fly From The Hood]

Oh, and by the way, Gawrik Mordhawg translates from dwarven to Sad Rage-Eyes. Just thought you should know that, don't know why i forgot to include that in the bio... but i got that translation from one of those sights listed in "Dwarven LAnguage" forum.

[NitaThompson]

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[Fly From The Hood]

THANKYOU!!!!! you don't know how nervous i was about whether this would get approved or not, lol, i really need to chill out *takes deep breath* but anyway, thanx alot!