Name: Villius Brewhammer
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Half Dwarf
Class: Rogue
Place of Birth: Kragspire Mountains
Status of Wealth: Manageable
Special Skills: Blacksmithing, axe wielding, brewmaster (of rotguts, firewaters, and potions alike), storyteller, persuasion, and intimidation
Born from the Brewhammer clan of dwarves in the Northeastern region of the Kragspire Mountains, Villius Brewhammer was a product of a fleeting encounter between his father, a dwarven blacksmith, and his mother, a human town guard. Though reprimanded by the clan’s elders, Villius’s father was left relatively unscathed though with a great loss of pride from his clan. On the other hand, his offspring was less fortunate. Villius’s nature as a half breed brought persecution, torment, and even torture upon himself. Due to the proud nature of the dwarven culture, his kinfolk despised his very existence. Villius and those like him were often referred to as “squats” and were cast out by their families. Despite the less than comforting response he received from his dwarven relatives, humankind was a far worse fate to suffer. In place of prejudice and curses against his very existence, the half bred endured pity, which his dwarven blood detested.
His nomadic life led him to mercenary work, wherein he found the one thing he could always trust . . . The value of good coin. Though never formally schooled, Villius knows his way around the darker and seedier sides of the world, due to his unstable upbringing and choice in vocation. When offered a job, he’ll entertain any proposition, if it suits his needs.
What would have been the tale of this one who knows how to survive, had his earlier encounters been more supportive? What is now surviving, could have been thriving.