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Ingrid is a Dwarf miner by trade, who has spent much of her early years learning the secrets of her people, namely metallurgy, mining engineering, gemology, and geology. As an experienced miner and caver, she is at home in the dark deep places of the earth.
She is also a master of two weapon fighting, clutching her family’s heirloom War axe in one hand, and a small hatchet with a bone handle in the other. Her skills were learned and perfected during a stint as a guard on an underground trade caravan. At range, she will resort to a crossbow, but at smaller distances, she simply throws her hatchet at opponents. She is capable of stealth, and tends to shun large weapons, or bulky armor. As a female, she is less bulky than the males of her kind, and slips through the shadows with an easy grace. Unlike most rangers, she does not consider nature her home, except the caverns and caves of the earth. She cares little for druids, farmers, and other ‘fur lovers’.
Ingrid was terribly injured in a mining explosion, and her face, as well as her hands was seriously burned. She was lucky to keep her vision, but she lost all her hair, and her right ear due to infection. A large red scar covers her forehead and crown of her skull. She always wears gloves, as her hands are a mess of red and white scars. The injuries have damaged her vocal cords, giving her a gruff, almost male voice. She normally wears a red scarf over her mouth, with a black hood, to cover up the worst of her scars. She prefers deep cleavage, and customizes her armor to extenuate her bosom, as her breasts and neck escaped injury during the blast. Ingrid would be an attractive woman, had she not been so terribly disfigured.
The explosion was a last ditch effort to destroy a cave troll, which has taken up residence in a mine, and was threatening the miners. The group attacked, but the troll tore through the miners like paper, and as an extreme measure, Ingrid threw a lantern at it. The coal dust in the air, simply exploded, burning the troll to a crisp, the other injured miners, and scarring Ingrid. After the injury, she spent several months in bed, receiving medical care. Since then, she left her hometown, and ventured out into the world, beyond her Dwarven Home. She still hears the screams of her companions, roasting alive, on lonely nights.
Perhaps due to her injury, She is disdainful and jealous of beautiful women, seeing them as “simply selling their pretty face, and making men do all the work”, but has a good heart. She dislikes seeing the disabled mocked or cheated, and has a soft spot for children. However, due to her scars, children are often afraid of her. She is not particularly religious, and tends to dwell on the present. She is fond of high quality alcohol, music, and she like short, muscular, bald men, and dreams of marrying a paladin with a white horse, but would never say this aloud.
She has a particular hatred for trolls, and will attack them on sight. This couped with her races historic dislike of giants, has given her the nick name “Troll Slayer” although she hasn’t been too successful at it. With the right party of adventurers, perhaps she could thin the numbers of this deadly menace…
Although a miner, she has a keen interest in the gem cutters art, and collects fine jewelry. She is particularly fond of lapis lazuli, and prefers silver and platinum to gold. She does not wear jewelry except on special occasions, keeping it safely stored on her person, usually in a leather pouch.
Other personality quirks include a profound hatred of fruit, a fondness for pigs (she thinks piglets are cute), and a strong distaste for prostitutes.
Ingrid is a Dwarf miner by trade, who has spent much of her early years learning the secrets of her people, namely metallurgy, mining engineering, gemology, and geology. As an experienced miner and caver, she is at home in the dark deep places of the earth.
She is also a master of two weapon fighting, clutching her family’s heirloom War axe in one hand, and a small hatchet with a bone handle in the other. Her skills were learned and perfected during a stint as a guard on an underground trade caravan. At range, she will resort to a crossbow, but at smaller distances, she simply throws her hatchet at opponents. She is capable of stealth, and tends to shun large weapons, or bulky armor. As a female, she is less bulky than the males of her kind, and slips through the shadows with an easy grace. Unlike most rangers, she does not consider nature her home, except the caverns and caves of the earth. She cares little for druids, farmers, and other ‘fur lovers’.
Ingrid was terribly injured in a mining explosion, and her face, as well as her hands was seriously burned. She was lucky to keep her vision, but she lost all her hair, and her right ear due to infection. A large red scar covers her forehead and crown of her skull. She always wears gloves, as her hands are a mess of red and white scars. The injuries have damaged her vocal cords, giving her a gruff, almost male voice. She normally wears a red scarf over her mouth, with a black hood, to cover up the worst of her scars. She prefers deep cleavage, and customizes her armor to extenuate her bosom, as her breasts and neck escaped injury during the blast. Ingrid would be an attractive woman, had she not been so terribly disfigured.
The explosion was a last ditch effort to destroy a cave troll, which has taken up residence in a mine, and was threatening the miners. The group attacked, but the troll tore through the miners like paper, and as an extreme measure, Ingrid threw a lantern at it. The coal dust in the air, simply exploded, burning the troll to a crisp, the other injured miners, and scarring Ingrid. After the injury, she spent several months in bed, receiving medical care. Since then, she left her hometown, and ventured out into the world, beyond her Dwarven Home. She still hears the screams of her companions, roasting alive, on lonely nights.
Perhaps due to her injury, She is disdainful and jealous of beautiful women, seeing them as “simply selling their pretty face, and making men do all the work”, but has a good heart. She dislikes seeing the disabled mocked or cheated, and has a soft spot for children. However, due to her scars, children are often afraid of her. She is not particularly religious, and tends to dwell on the present. She is fond of high quality alcohol, music, and she like short, muscular, bald men, and dreams of marrying a paladin with a white horse, but would never say this aloud.
She has a particular hatred for trolls, and will attack them on sight. This couped with her races historic dislike of giants, has given her the nick name “Troll Slayer” although she hasn’t been too successful at it. With the right party of adventurers, perhaps she could thin the numbers of this deadly menace…
Although a miner, she has a keen interest in the gem cutters art, and collects fine jewelry. She is particularly fond of lapis lazuli, and prefers silver and platinum to gold. She does not wear jewelry except on special occasions, keeping it safely stored on her person, usually in a leather pouch.
Other personality quirks include a profound hatred of fruit, a fondness for pigs (she thinks piglets are cute), and a strong distaste for prostitutes.
