Dara Hellhammer, often called "Ironshanks" for her warm, hospitable demeanor, is the daughter of a dwarf of little note in Highhelm. While her father, Morgaard, was off adventuring and baby-sitting the no doubt whiny offspring of some elven Duke, Dara was left to be raised by her blacksmith grandfather, Hragnor, just outside of the dwarven city.
Like her father before her, Dara entered the military at a young age, but found all the hub-bub about rules, honor, and ancestry to be irritating at best. When other recruits suggested a good-looking lass like her should finding a husband to cool her coals, she decided that the life of a soldier wasn't for her. She turned in her resignation by adjusting the vocal pitch of the offenders with the blunt end of her waraxe before hitting the open road.
Now practically broke with no real skills other than sharp eye and an axe to grind with the world, Dara has ended up in some piss ant town called Baslwief. For the past few weeks, she has been hiring her waraxe out for guard duty, bouncing taverns, or similar jobs, but her reputation for having a short fuse and being difficult to give orders to keeps causing her list of repeat employers to dwindle. Yep, it's about time to shake the dust of this town on her boots and hit the trail. Perhaps seeking guard duty for a merchant caravan is in order...