Skin Tone: His skin is tan and almost leathery from years in the sun.

Height: 4.9ft

Build: Well rounded like most dwarves, however possessing a muscular build for his age.

Eyes: Emerald Green

Hair: Short, unkept and grayed from age. His beard is equally untamed.

Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: Galdik bares several scars from his service to Erebor and the Iron Hills, several of which are traverse his face like jagged roads on a map. He bares a single tattoo on his right shoulder resembling a large anvil, a mountain, and crossed battle axes, representing the nation of Erebor. Underneath the emblem are the words "Baruk Khazâd" the age old battle cry of the dwarves.

Appearance: He has found that time is the greatest enemy to ever face and his body shows it. His skin almost appears permanently tanned from his prolonged service outside the dwarvern halls. Age has wrinkled his skin giving his face a softer mask. There is little evidence that he was ever attractive physically, but his stout muscles even in his old age relates the tale of a history of physical endurance. He carries himself in an erect stature further calling towards his roots as a soldier, however, his witty humor and beaming smile offsets any thought of this dwarf being strict.

Religion: Galdik sees the Valar and other gods as the business of the more civilized folks in which he swore to protect. He feels his service is to the free people and not to any deity.

Education: He can read and write and knows the essential to make it through everyday dwarvern life, however beyond that he has no formal education.

Languages spoken; Common, Khuzdul

Weapons: An dwarvern made steel sword. The hilt, now heavily worn, appears to have once been encrusted with jewels, but their settings now lay as empty caverns. In addition to his trusty sword he carries a newer, manmade dagger and a manmade short bow, each resembling Breeland craftsmanship.

Occupation: Ex-soldier, Wanderer

Special Abilities/Skills: Nothing of note.

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: He can never pass up the offer to a tankard of ale or the company of taller women. His biggest flaw, however, is his failing age and declining reflexes making it a struggle to keep up with the younger generation. In addition to this he feels anxious to fulfill his end of life goal of contributing more than just his sword arm to society and achieve inner peace. Also extremely racist against Mirkwood Elves.