Jernhand

• Species: Kuilstier Hondvolk

• Gender: Male

• Age: Early thirties

• Height: 6ft

• Weight: 210lbs

• Build: Strong muscular, well-conditioned but not bulky

• Fur Colour: Greyish brown and white

• Eye Colour: Mahogany Brown and black

• Markings: None

• Distinguishing Features: Has a few scars on his back and left arm, and a few piercings in his ears and a ring in his nose.

• Armour: Hardened leather cuirass, form fitting pants that go down just past his knees and hardened leather/steel gauntlets on his forearms.

• Weapons: Blades mounted on his gauntlets, steel warhammer, spear for hunting and a dagger for cleaning kills.

• Main skills: Unarmed combat, two handed, hunting, tracking, foraging, and spear throwing.

• Class: Mercenary

• Likes: Training, Hunting, Fighting, drinking, getting paid, and the wilderness.

• Dislikes: Getting stiffed, diplomacy, people getting in the way of his work, his training or his hunts, and crowded cities.

• Place of Origin: The Highlands of Ruwe Grond in Ysra’s lands.

• Family: None

• Faction Affiliations: None

• Associates: None

Personal Quotes:

• “Away with you! Didn’t you mother ever teach you not to get between a Bull and his cups?”

• “I work for gold, not for charity, so if yeah got work, then yeah best be able to pay me, or you can look elsewhere for help.”

• “Do I look like a bloody saint? I’m a Merc yeah halfwit!”

• “Feh! I don’t sing, and I don’t dance! Now yeah got work fer me or not? If yeah don’t then bloody well sod off!”

Past:

• A mercenary by trade, and an adventurer by nature he is not a hero by his own definition as he will not work for free under any circumstance. His life is training hunting and work, his leisure time is drinking gambling and bedding women, be they Beastial, Human or Fey it seemed of little concern to him as he had been known to bed either, or the occasional beastial male. Having developed a bit of a good name in his line of work for his dedication to getting each job done to the letter. Being a Kuilstier he has had to put up with some prejudice towards his breed, due to them being often arena fighters and pit fighters or hired swords and thugs. However he’s cracked enough skulls and beat enough brains in that most don’t have the guts to say such things to his face. He is happiest in the wilds and does not visit big cities for any other reason than to drink or find work.