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Wittkun
Wittkun Gnarlybeard
| Name | Wittkun |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Blade for Hire |
| Age | Enough to have gray strikes in his beard, not enough to feel old just yet |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | Eriador mostly |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Wittkun has a stocky figure, even by dwarven standards. He stands solid and broad. A full, dark beard and bushy eyebrows give his appearance a grim tone; his face looks as though it were carved from old, gnarly oak. His outfit and gear are that of a Zhelruka dwarf: a deep red colored coat trimmed with furs. A closer inspection reveals the great care taken to maintain it, despite long travels. |
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Background
A Zhelruka dwarf by blood, Wittkun fled his homeland after becoming entangled in a personal dispute among several powerful dwarves. Whether he left by choice or by force is a tale he rarely tells.
Since then, he has avoided his own kin and steered clear of the dangers plaguing Rhovanion, choosing instead to live west of the Misty Mountains.
Though he has formed a few ties with the Longbeards of Eriador, Wittkun mostly keeps to himself, dealing with men and hobbits in Bree-land, where he spends most of his time.
He puts his martial skills to use where they’re needed: guard duty, bounty work, and, at times, less savory tasks. Though he aims to do more good than harm, he's not above bending the line when coin or circumstance demands it.
Wittkun puts himself on the line to earn silver the hard way. But once it’s in his hand, he spends it freely, lives well, and starts all over again with no regrets.
| Friends | Other members of company of the East Road, that share his no-nonsense views upon the mercenary work |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Orc-kind and treacherous brigands |
| Loves | Swapping tall tales over ale, friendly competitions, getting paid for his trouble, defying ill odds |
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| Hates | Dark caves and tight places, long-winded formal talks, too much planning |
| Motivation | To carve out a place for himself in this foreign land. |
| Quotes | If you don't yearn for silver, you have a thin beard; if you don't spend it freely, you have a cold liver and a tiny heart. |
