
Full Name |
Brotil Dankor |
Race |
Dwarf |
Classes/Levels |
Cleric 13 |
Gender |
Male |
Size |
Medium |
Age |
59 |
Special Abilities |
Dwarf, Cleric |
Alignment |
Lawful Neutral |
Deity |
Irori |
Location |
Absalom |
Languages |
Common, Dwarven, Osirion, Infernal |
Occupation |
Scribe |
Strength |
10 |
Dexterity |
9 |
Constitution |
14 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
21 |
Charisma |
10 |
About Brotil Dankor
Born some 50 odd years ago to a well-to-do couple, Brotil is the second of three children. Both parents still live and encouraged Brotil into the priesthood after he failed as a craftsman. Brotil is proud of his family but ashamed of his own lack of talent. His parents have never said they are ashamed of him but he secretly believes they are. His father was a member of a craftsman's lodge, his mother was famous for her baking. His peers laughed at Brotil for his clumsiness.
Brotil has two brothers, He loves and respects them both but is a little jealous of his older brother's crafting skills. His younger brother will soon come of age and there is talk of him setting out into the world to make his fortune.
Brotil likes the colour brown. his favourite food is bread warm from the oven. If he had 100,000gp to spend and couldn't buy anything useful he would spend it on an elaborate tomb.
Brotil hates the one dwarf who bullied him in crafting class and the craft teacher who made his life miserable. He would never murder anyone because he knows the gods would find out. If he could erase one thing it would be the tradition that dwarves must have beards, because he thinks he looks better without one.
Brotil has been in love twice - and has had his heart broken both times. He loves his family and friends and believes they love him.
Brotil has skin the colour of wet mud. he is more than stocky, with a large belly and dark, twinkling eyes set in a wrinkled face. His beard is black and he wears it short. He has broken several of his fingers in
the past. His arms are hairy as are his legs. There are scars on his hands and forearms. he squints int he daylight. he is beginning to go bald. He has tried braiding his hair and beard with copper wire but normally needs help to do it. He dislikes jewellery but wears a holy symbol and a signet ring bearing the craft mark of his family.
Brotil believes in family, honour and tradition. He has faith in the gods and worships Irori. He accepts others do not believe as he does. He belives a person's fate is pre-ordained and written in the stars at birth. Everyone is part of an ongoing history. better education for all would mean less confusion. Brotil admires the Osirion culture.
He likes an ordered existence.
Brotil sees himself as unworthy of high office or great deeds but thinks he can help others achieve greatness.
He does not believe he will ever find love. His lack of talent and ambition are something he regrets. he is most afraid of failing others. The thing he is most ashamed of is failing his craft exam. His proudest moment was graduating from priest college.
Brotil dresses sloppily in private but is fastidious about his appearance when out and about. he likes to wear loose robes that hide his paunch over a shirt, trousers, belt and boots. He tries not to draw attention to himself by his garb. His clothes are dwarven by preference.
Having semi-retired after his team's victory in the Grand Melee Brotil bought himself an island where he spent his leisure planning and building his own elaborate tomb. He also owns a successful bakery in Absalom which sells 'Brotil's Buns' to the populace. He takes great pride in having become a Venture Captain.