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Rompli

Rompli Ironbelly

Name Rompli
Status
Active
Occupation
Self-proclaimed Hero
Age
30
Race
Dwarf
Residence
Wherever adventure calls
Kinship
Outward Appearance

This Dwarf has a baby-like complexion: chubby cheeks, a dumb and near constant smile, and a little nose (at least by Dwarven standards). He also has a loud and youthful voice to go along with it. His beard is short and simple; he is quite obviously exceedingly young by Dwarf reckoning. He always seems to be wearing brightly colored and almost tawdry armor, and at his side are two strange axes. These axes look really cool, but anyone who is skilled in the art of battle could immediately tell that these axes are not ideal for battle: they are cumbersome and awkwardly shaped. And on these axes are engraved several runes that do not translate into any intelligible words, they are just a mismatch of several unorganized letters, further adding to the apparent peculiarity of these axes. And upon his back is a day pack, packed tightly with provisions and other necessary goods. This day pack matches with the rest of his armor. Apparently, this Dwarf makes style a priority.

Background

Rompli Ironbelly is a friendly and energetic Dwarf who decided one day that he was going to be a hero. He was born under the Lonely Mountain to a relatively wealthy family. He had a pleasant childhood and a bright future in the blacksmithing trade. Everything seemed to go his way. But this lack of conflict in his life caused him to become intellectually complacent. In other words, he became very stupid. So when news of Balin’s struggles in Khazad-dum reached the Lonely Mountain, Rompli responded in a profoundly idiotic way. Instead of accepting the reality of the situation, Rompli decided that he was going to become a hero, venture into Khazad-dum, and personally right this wrong. Rompli has had no formal training in the art of combat and is exceedingly young by Dwarf reckoning. But that won’t stop him; no amount of sound reasoning can, as his mental faculties are beset by a lethal combination of stupidity and stubbornness. He left his home under the Lonely Mountain and joined a trade caravan heading for Bree, as he deemed that city to be the ideal location to start his career as a hero. He currently makes a living working as a caravan guard for the ambitious merchant Frimsi Gembeard when he isn't out getting into trouble. For his service as a caravan guard, Rompli is paid only in promises of adventure and glory.

Friends
Sicarra, his noble steed Fumi (he is just an old, fat pony), Frimsi
Relatives
A very concerned Dwarven father
Rivals/Enemies
None...yet
Loves
Glory and honour, shiny things, old legends (no matter how little he understands them), Balin
Hates
Evil monsters, libraries and books, thinking carefully, rumours going around that he is not allowed to drink ale (entirely false rumours of course!)
Motivation
To earn great renown for his bravery and to reclaim Khazad-dum! Some treasure would be nice too.
Quotes
"I am a professional Dwarf hero!"

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