Heya!<br/><br/>I'll get a sheet up as soon as possible, but Grunkar Broadfinger, the Mountain Dwarf Fighter shall be developed accordingly.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/50/b3/ba50b3e88e9b92df87fab3c799ef6cab.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Grunkar Broadfinger<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Mountain Dwarf Fighter (ultimately Champion archetype)<br/><strong>Brief Description: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A dwarf not well-suited to a life within the confines of the walls and tunnels of his clan’s holdings, Grunkar has an intense natural inclination to wander. He is very devoted to the task at hand, but has a hard time truly understanding others. Grunkar is a very devout religious dwarf, worshipping across the dwarven pantheon, but favoring [appropriate deity of strength or defensive warfare], hoping to emulate his god’s form by standing as a bastion before oncoming danger. He fears the terrors of the deep places of the world, and is distrustful of those who wield mind-altering magics, knowing all too well the horrors that can be unleashed when one is made to act against their will. Grunkar tries to be sociable when involved with others, but finds himself speaking on subjects his fellows seldom care about, or going off on unrelated tangents. He loves his beard more than gold, gems, ale, and she-dwarves, and will compose doggerel verses about it when he has time to spare.<br/><br/>Grunkar is, well, a dwarf’s dwarf. A stout, hearty fellow, he is broad and well-thewed, made even more stout by the thick armor he wears, a nearly ever-present addition to his own bulk. Even when going about peaceable business and eschewing his favored plates of steel, Grunkar carries a solid shield over his shoulder, a versatile tool when danger presents itself. He favors axes over blunt instruments, primarily the long-hafted blades of his people, but he keeps a smaller axe on his belt as a tool or weapon of last resort. Grunkar favors practicality over displays of grandeur when it comes to his garb, often sticking to drab leggings and tunics, simple leather boots, and warm furs to ward off the elements. His pack is brimming with such garments at most times, however, as they don’t really fit under his armor well.<br/><br/>Grunkar’s bushy brown brows flow from one side of his face to the other with only the barest of breaks between them. He keeps the edges of his moustache and beard neatly trimmed, a flowing mass of deep brown with flecks of red throughout. Impeccably groomed, the adornment begins at his temples, cascading from the edges of the rest of his hair down his cheeks to meet his moustache. From there the combined threads of hair are woven intricately into a fine pattern, various geometric shapes interspersed with each other, occasionally tied off with tiny rings of silver binding them together and pulling them into place. The rare red hairs are wound about the silver rings, giving them a subtle striped pattern. After the beard leaves his chin, it is worked into three larger braids, each bound with a piece of string of a different hue. The leftmost braid is bound in blue, signifying the sky, the vast expanse that limits dwarven ambition. The rightmost is bound in a shiny onyx black, signifying the depths of the world from whence his people came, his history. The middle braid is bound in white, signifying righteousness, his goal in the world. At the tip of each braid, each are brought together and tied with a plain brown band with tiny, poor quality emerald flecks, signifying the life he must live to bind it all into one cohesive whole.</div></div>