Role

Chapter 1

I like to fight, brawl more specifically. Nothing
beats a bar, with liquid-courage. The power of the
ale or beer; whatever your preference. My mind go
numb and I brawl with natural predatory instincts;
less thinking and more acting. My fists are my tools
that other refine through metals, woods; nothing is
better than the good old fist. I live a life of the
Code and my dedication to the light is un-yielding.

I have an affinity for law and a respect for what
Order represents; even if it is manipulated most of
the time. What gets my fire burning the most is the
Imperials; likely my number one enemy. The Empire
is why I am in the mainland and not back home in
Morton.

Taken many moons ago to serve as a slave to them, it
was either that or death. This is how I learned to
cope with life in it's depression, but also is where
I built faith and hope. You see without faith, I am
nothing more than a dwarf; but I am alive because of
it and I wish to show others the glory it can bring.

Rescuing me grips of darkness; a followers of the
jaguar came in form of a mysterious assassin. Ever
since then, I do not fear easily. In time my personal
goal is to become a brawling champion and earn my
name in the stories of combatants and legends whom
gave their blood and sweat to the Arena; for the
glory of battle.

Hardened yet pure heart; I take my retribution against
the Empire and those of the darkness everywhere.