Description
A mop of curly raven-black hair covers the head of this duergar. His lips are
slightly raw from being bitten, and his bulbous nose shines occasionally when
light passes over the dark brown skin. His hair are braided so as not to get
in his way when he fights, though what holds it in place is unclear, and you
hope it's twine or thread. Though his arms surface roll with muscles, he is
nowhere near as stout as a human, instead slender and looking like the larger
version of a dwarf, with limbs befitting his size and not short or stubby or
large. For his size he looks to be a very agile individual but his eyes are
consistently narrowed and his occasional smile never seems genuine, always
closer to a smirk or a snarl.
Role
Summary of his life so far
Added Wed Oct 13 13:22:31 2004 at level 44:
(Somehow my role chapters 'Poofed' and went away so here is a summary of it.)
Valdemar Nagvar was born in a Duergar village in the cold mountains of
Udgaard. A raiding party of rangers came and destroyed the village he lived
in while he was hunting for food. He returned to find his village burned and
his parents heads stuck on stakes. He vowed to revenge his parents, and to
find power to do so. He ventured south towards the more-inhabited land,
seeking to gain power. He learned of the Empire, and that their constand
strive for civilization would be the perfect chance to revenge his parents
death. He serves loyaly and to the best of his ability. He took the bloodoath
and let fate carry him to his future and where he is today.
(Again, this is just a summary because I cannot remember my original ideas
for it was a few months ago. My role chapters somehow were deleted)