| Full Name |
Hexmer Novahead |
| Race |
Dwarf |
| Classes/Levels |
Battle Oracle 20 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
67 |
| Alignment |
Chaotic Nuetral |
| Deity |
Angradd |
| Location |
Currently palling around in Whitethrone and hating every minute of it. |
| Languages |
Common, Dwarven, Undercommon |
| Occupation |
Hired Muscle |
| Strength |
22 |
| Dexterity |
17 |
| Constitution |
16 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
13 |
| Charisma |
12 |
About Nova-Head
Clan Novahead is a clan of gutter-mouthed, noisy, short tempered, well trained and hot headed dwarves from the Iron-Brand Citidel that makes its home deep within the Fenwall Moutians. Allot of business is generated as guides through the mountains, literally through the mountains. Clan Novahead has been offered higher family positions in the kingdom for a few generations but continue to refuse siting that "We'er ere 'fer the fighting, none of that political crap!" the clan has sense breed some of the best Battleragers and Weapon Masters Iron-Brand Guard has ever seen. Hexmer on the other hand was not allowed to join the guard or well do much of anything besides pray for relief from the incessant haunting he experiences. After a two decades watching his friends go off and become great fighters or clerics of Angradd he got fed up with this pointless praying and left his home and old life. He vowed he would return making his family name proud like it should be.
