| Full Name |
Dramgo Alecleaver |
| Race |
Dwarf |
| Classes/Levels |
Barbarian 4 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
51 |
| Alignment |
Chaotic Neutral |
| Deity |
Sun Wukong |
| Languages |
Dwarven, Giant, Goblin, Common |
| Occupation |
Mercenary |
| Strength |
16 |
| Dexterity |
12 |
| Constitution |
16 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
11 |
About Dramgo
Dramgo Alecleaver rose from a particular line of Dwarves that were famous for making the infamous Deep Mountain Ale. The particular recipe for this ale was a family secret passed down for generations. Dramgo's family took pride in knowing that, while they were seasoned fighters, their ale was considered to be of top quality.
Training as a the most promising fighter of his clan, Dramgo would sneak more then a few sips in before appearing at his sparring sessions. Over time this resulted in less discipline and more impulse and rage. Eventually he was fighting purely out of instinct and showed no mercy for his partners. When addressed about this during one particular session, in a drunken fit, he killed three of his fellow trainers in a drunken fit. His fall from grace was complete and he was exiled for his crimes forever.
Ashamed, broken and full of rage, Dramgo wanders from town to town taking various jobs to fill his pockets with coin....which in turn was only used to buy more ale to drink away his shame. Whether it's slaying monsters during the day or drinking ale by night, he is looking for something.....redemption or a glorious death.
