A fierce dwarf warrior with a red beard, red and black hair, and glowing green eyes, stands in full worn plate armor, holding a damaged helmet in a fiery forge.

I am the eleventh generation of pure blood dwarf Fako Naibido-Hammer (Obsidian backwards). Pure blood or not I was taught our heritage over hot coals and lava flues. I have been taught our ten generations of expertise in weapon design making, expertise in metal folding, expertise in quelching methodology, and expertise in smeltering. I started as a young pup dwarf but the scars, stamps, and tattoos of techniques run deep on my arms and legs. Those scares have turned me blunt, rude, crude, vulgar, fierce, brave, protective, guarded, extremely faithful, honest, and jaded. I am only four foot three inches tall. I am built like a tree trunk thick arms, legs, and chest putting me on the rather large size but fit. I have blood red colored hair with bits of obsidian black shading thru. My eye brows match my hair yet I have bright green jaded eyes. My mustache is braided on both sides of my mouth hanging down into his beard. My beard has more signs of obsidian than my head. My beard reaches down to my chest with heavy signs of being singed. My beard has three braids with four small bone beads on each braid whittled down to fit in my beard braid. I am still wearing my families original now rather dull Dwarf full plate armor that has become dented, repaired, broken, patched, slashed, punctured, and holes filled on my chest, legs, and arms. In my right hand I am holding my full platemail Dwarf helmet which is also has dulled in colored froms dents, punctures, filling, and repairs. In Mehr sehen