Equipment: 74 lb/230 lb, 56 gp
Backpack (2 lb, 2 gp)
Bedroll (5 lb, 1 sp)
Belt Pouch (0.5 lb, 1 gp)
Flint and steel (0lb, 1 gp)
Mess kit (1 lb, 2 sp)
Pot (4 lb, 8 sp)
Trail Rations x5 (1 lb, 2 gp and 5 sp)
Hot weather outfit (0 lb, 0 gp)
Waterskin (4 lb, 1 gp)
Rope (10 lb, 1 gp)
Soap (0.5 lb, 1 cp)
Scale Mail (30 lb, 50 gp) - in the shape of a man-kini (if a metal bikini works for girls, a man-kini will work for a boy)
Heavy steel shield (15 lb, 20 gp)
Longspear (9 lb, 5 gp)
Short sword (2 lb, 10 gp)
Special Abilities:
Relentless
Slow and Steady
Darkvision
Defensive Training
Dwarven Weapon Familiarity
Greed
Hardy
Hatred
Stonecunning
Background:
Standing before you is a dwarf of great girth. The large, round shield he's carrying almost obscures his size, though. All that can be seen is his helm bearing an engraving of his family's crest, and some basic shin padding weaved into his boots. There is a cloak flowing behind him, flapping gently in the breeze, and he carries a longspear in his hand with a short sword on his belt. As he moves his shield to the side you see that he's wearing a metal man-kini and nothing else. He has tattooed what is a perfectly proportioned representation of the muscular anatomy under his skin, shaded for effect to make the muscles pop. You'd be hard pressed to think that he actually has those chiseled abs under all the fat as the tattoo would suggest. The tattoo is also a little stretched out suggesting he has gotten fatter since getting this tattoo. It's not quite clear whether or not the tattoo plus metal man-kini is a desperate grab at beauty that is long lost on him (much like plastic-surgery-face in our world) or if he's just arrogant enough to think it makes him look more hardcore. It doesn't really matter what the root is, he won't acknowledge these "fashion" choices if you ask him about it anyway.
Roc was once a front line defender in the deep tunnels of the mountain he was born in. He was quite good at it too! He didn't fear hordes of terrible things running at him, and he's always prepared for a good fight. However, his training is so ingrained in him that he will always try to protect those he's adventuring with. By all accounts, a Dwarf with his skill and the deeply ingrained sense of needing to protect those behind him would suggest he'd be in those tunnels until he died in battle, and yet here he is up on the surface world.
It was an unusual circumstance that brought him to this new adventuring life. There was a battle where his line was set against a small band of goblins in one of the tunnel skirmishes. Behind him were several wizards, one of which who was throwing fireballs. One blew up right on a big goblin head causing the body to fly apart, roasting the innards quite thoroughly. A large chunk of roasted goblin muscle landed right in Roc's mouth, and that was the day he was changed forever. The meat was incredible! He thought there's no way the vile little creatures could be so tasty, and yet there it was. He found himself craving the little buggers every time they fought them. A few months later he started to wonder if goblins were the only awful creatures who could turn out to be so scrumptious. The obsession turned into his abandoning his post one day, packing his things to head out into the wide world, finding fights with all the evil things he could find just to taste them. He's certainly gotten ill a few times, but it's never stopped him. If it's cookable and potentially edible, he wants to try it. Adventuring groups are frequently happy to have him for his great talent for protecting and harrying all sorts of things that are trying to kill the group. It's almost always enough appreciation to ignore his disgusting habit of trying to cook everything they conquer.
