Wrath Redhammer

Name: Wrath Redhammer

Alias: Cuddle pants

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 28

Appearance: Wrath is a rather bulky built fellow trying his best to maximize his strength through muscle combined with his height of 7 ft. it leaves a rather distinct impression of being tough or intimidating. His hair is a dulled black and tries to keep his face moderately trimmed though it may grow out, he always keeps his sideburns long almost to the chin. His eyes are a red-ish amber hue and his skin is lightly tanned with no tan lines, suggesting nude sun naps. He has a strong squared jaw and greek like nose. He wears a full suit of the basic steel plate armor except for the the helmet which he never wears along with any neck protection. He had a chain necklace with a ring made of dwarven metal hung on it. Underneath he wears a leather tunic and leather boxer shorts. Has a burn around his neck with little indented scars along it. It's a friendship scar.

Class: Warrior

Abilities: Barrage, Powerful, Whirlwind

Weapons: He has steel gauntlets individually fingered with built in knuckle dusters for face bashing, is usually used as the first weapon unless he really just wants to kill and or maim the guy. Which then he would use his Lucerene Maul. It is a heavy iron four pronged hammer head mounted upon a 7 ft. pole-arm stick with a deadly looking spike on the reverse of the head and another longer spike pointing outward from the top that allows it a spear like jabbing which is used mainly to puncture armor when not bashing away.

Occupation: Wandering Warrior/ Hired Bodyguard/ Baker/ Whatever he Feels like this week

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Wrath can seem very calm most of the time, just being idly curious about people and his surroundings then snap at moments notice with someone does something that annoys him or prevents him from getting what he wants which either ends with him brawling which on the upside he enjoys very much or some angry banter. Despite this he likes to joke in sarcastic or inappropriate manners, flirting with either sex. His curiosity has been known to get the best of him most of the time, leading to obsessing over and stalking of others. If he begins stalking them, he'll do it on a regular basis practically latching onto his interest and dealing with those who get in the way of his obsession. Even though it's obviously not the natural thing to do he takes it as if it were and explains exactly why he does it without feeling any remorse for his actions. He also often alone feeling that he really doesn't need companionship and that you are more free to do what you like without it, but is obviously contradicted by his compelling need to stalk people of interest. On good days Wrath can do a nice deed or two and if he ever obtains a friend he would surely be less likely to bully him and would help him if he really wants to, but would never betray his friend.

Strengths: Dabbles in many occupations just out curiosity giving him minor knowledge of different careers and aspects. His big guy with who uses brute before tactics but often his brute strength is enough to pummel the guy to the ground and when it tough it's not against his honor code to flee. He's self reliant and of doesn't need others, at least he convinces himself of that. He's able to mend minor cuts and bruises.

Weaknesses: His anger can get the better of him which means he gives up all rational thinking for a short amount of time and may try to attack his opponent in an animalistic manner giving up most of his defense in order to take this one person down. He can also be pretty gullible to reasonable extent and usually takes friends on their word with little suspect.

Brief Bio: Wrath was born to a very poor couple Jane and Mary (Figure out which ones the Father on your own) who were obviously to poor to even feed themselves so when a baby came along they didn't even bother naming it because they knew they couldn't keep it. He was tossed out into the surrounding woods like yesterday's potato soup. He was the happened upon in the late after noon by a dwarven couple Elsniff and Sneegar who had been drawn in by his angry baby wail, either really hungry baby or really upset baby probably caused by being abandoned. They never had a kid of their own and were a bit better off then the poor peasants that had dumped the baby, being Dwarven Merchants and all that cool stuff. So they just took him in because the opposite would just be negligence and probably evil. The little angry baby, now dubbed Wrath for obvious reasons, grew up in his happy dwarven family not even knowing that he wasn't even a dwarf until he out grew his parents by over a foot in his teenage years and even then he tried his best to convince himself he was just a really tall dwarf since his parents never confirmed otherwise. Wrath had often help his father in the shop and loved messing around with the weapons on display. He was often told not to, but being the hard headed and rebellious individual he was he did it anyway. Eventually Wrath took up to training with his father who was a Beserker himself, but never really taught him anything in that specialization thinking it to be too dangerous for his non-dwarven son. When Wrath grew to the age of 18 or so he no longer wanted to stay home and saw no purpose in taking over his father's shop since he was pretty sure that he couldn't join up in the Merchants Guild which might of been the only law he would've abide... maybe, though he probably wouldn't want to anyway assuming that bullying customers would be against the rules. So he just told his parents he was to go out on his own which Momma wasn't to happy of, but Papa understood that young men want adventure as he had when he was young. Now Wrath just wanders around doing whatever he feels like because he can.

Other: Loves sweet creamy foods and kitty cats