With a confident gaze that seems stretched and intensely vigilant,
a stout dwarf with a rough exterior is standing before you. Coming
up at nearly four and a half feet, his body is mountainous in both
it's strength and fortitude. His arms are thick, stretching at
whatever sleeves or armwear he has decided to cover them with. His
legs, equally massive, slightly resemble the thick trunks of an
ironwood tree, providing a powerful stance in whatever he does. His
long, dark-brown hair looks aged, hints of grey streeking through
his flowing mane. Sprouting from his strongly-chiseled chin, a beard
extends down in two braids just below his stomach, it too sprinkled
with grey. Harshly scarred and calloused hands hint at a life of hard
work, be it in a forge, in battle, or tearing rock from a mountain,
you cannot tell, though your eyes are drawn back to his gaze. Solid.
Confident. Looking a bit closer, you are just barely able to make out
a small tattoo upon the left side of his neck.
Noldruk, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.

Noldruk is using:
<worn around neck> a thickly woven dark-blue cloak with silver lining
<worn around neck> an ornate silver badge emblazoned with the Scales of Justice
<worn on body> a thick plate of burnished steel
<worn on face> a pair of black reading glasses
<worn on legs> a pair of thick steel leg plates
<worn on feet> a pair of thickly plated heavy boots
<worn on hands> a pair of steel gauntlets lined with spikes
<worn on arms> a pair of thick steel plates, lined with silvery spikes
<worn about waist> a pair of polished wide steel plates
<wielded> a long steel pike tipped with silver
<tattooed> a hammer set upon a rune-covered anvil