<strong>Name</strong>: Gunbeard Beardgun<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 97<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Dwarf<br/><strong>Gender and Preference</strong>: Male (St)<br/><strong>Class</strong>: Ranger (Reign of Arrows)<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Short and stocky, just barely pushing five feet tall and almost half that wide. Carries a long rifle at his back, a .44 Magnum revolver at his hip, and wears a dirty leather vest so layered down with full pockets, empty ammo cases, flasks both full and empty, and assorted miscellaneous paraphernalia that it rivals suits of plate armor in protective ability.<br/><br/><strong>Mental Description</strong>: Constantly adrift in a bleary haze of alcohol, or attempting to re-enter that state. When there's a job to do, he's the next best thing to unstoppable, particularly with booze at the finish line.<br/><br/><strong>Brief (2-3 Paragraphs) Background</strong>: Sworn to a holy quest in search of the legend of Beervana, a mythical mental state achieved by ingesting precisely the right amount of the right alcohol. A dwarf who has achieved Beervana is acutely, supernaturally aware of everything around him whether he can see it or not.<br/><br/>Such a state would be incredibly valuable to a sniper, assuming it even exists, and Beergun has made it his life's goal to find it. He's shot a lot of people in the process, and drunk a lot of booze, but never quite managed Beervana. He's willing to be patient though, it'll come eventually.<br/><br/><strong>Any ons/offs</strong>:<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Gunbeard_Character_Sheet.pdf (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Gunbeard_Character_Sheet.pdf)