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Odsi

Odsi IronAle, the Wandering Drunkard

Name Odsi
Status
Active
Occupation
A wanderer of the lands
Age
Coming into his 57th year, still very young compared to most dwarves
Race
Dwarf
Residence
He currently has no residence, though he has three ale-halls, one in Ered Luin, The Shire, Bree and he seeks to build one in Falathlorn
Kinship
None, for he wanders the lands with no one to join him apart from those he meets
Outward Appearance

He stands at the average height of 4ft and 5 inches tall (1.35m), with the usual stocky build of a dwarf. He has a black short beard, nothing compared to the mighty beard of others of his kin. Black hair that is pushed across his face, or sometimes behind his head, depending on where he may be at the time. He is free of any major scarring, though one odd thing about him is that his left arm from his elbow done is missing completely and now a metal arm has been put there instead, built the clever smiths of the dwarves of the Blue Mountains.

 

His clothing is also something not similar to most dwarves, for unlike the rich colours and armour that some wear, he wears dirty browns and greens. An old worn cloak hangs from his shoulders, ripped at the bottom where stones and brambles have caught it. Metal toed boots for stomping down thick grasses, and thick leather gloves with the fingers removed for grabbing onto thorns and for easy use. Brown or green jackets, with belts and pockets covering them. He has furs on his shoulders so he blends in more. A hood covers his face, his black beard showing from underneath the worn old thing

 

An axe swings at his belt, a quiver behind him underneath his cloak and a bow slung over his shoulder tied on a belt. Although these are his visible weapons, his iron arm also can hit hard and act as a shield at times.

Background

Born in the Iron Hills, raised there with his father and mother who owned a tankard making trade in a settlement that was used to quarry stone from the Mountains. He grew up, and all was set for him to take over the family business though an orc attack one day set that back. His family were killed, and he fought back against the orcs using his fathers axe. A mace on his arm left it broke and out of use, so it was removed by the healers and he was left without an arm for years of travelling..

 

This all changed when he came to the Blue Mountains, in Ered-Luin. He was given a new, fake arm by the smiths made of iron, giving him the title Iron-Arm. He joined a band of dwarves who go by the name of Durin's Folk, where he rised among their ranks to become the leader of Merriment, though after a while he decided that it was time for him to travel again, and so off he went with his pack over his shoulder and mug in hand!

Friends
Plenty ranging from Thorin's Hall to Erebor and more! All of Durin's Folk are his friends, though he plans to meet many more on his travels
Relatives
None left after an orc attack on his village in the Iron Hills.
Rivals/Enemies
All of those that are bad and evil, goblins especially!
Loves
Ale, mead, beer, stout, cider, whiskey, wine and any other type of drink! He also has started to love travelling.
Hates
Empty kegs, empty tankards, goblins and orcs and ice, for it is hard to walk upon.
Motivation
To travel every path, to visit every inn and to see every thing to see!
Quotes
"May your mug run never empty!" and "I wish it was raining ale instead.."

Odsi's Adventures

A stroll in the Shire 9 years 10 months ago
Invitations 9 years 10 months ago
Settling within the Shire 9 years 10 months ago
The Drink of the Deathless 11 years 12 months ago
Odsi's Adventures

Odsi's Gallery

Odsi's Gallery