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Eberardus
Eberardus Stoutmantle
| Name | Eberardus |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wayward Adventurer - Abhorred Outcast - Extremely "Bad Influence" |
| Age | One Hundred and Thirty-Three |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | 2 Floodside Road, Talerthy, Lyndelby |
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| Outward Appearance |
Physical Appearance: Ragged, disheveled and a complete disgrace. These are a mere few words used to describe Eberardus by his kin. At least, by those who'd dare risk their reputation by mentioning his name in public. The dwarf in question stands around five feet tall supported by a natural stout and sturdy build. His thick, wavy locks of light brown hair hang haphazardly around his shoulders, back and face; matted and seldom washed. Signs of age are unmistakable upon his face, his skin wrinkled and weathered making him appear older beyond his years. He sports exceedingly long and scruffy beard that just about reaches his chest. The only redeeming quality of his unsavory appearance would be his piercing blue eyes, the hallmark of the Stoutmantle family, otherwise there is simply very little to find appealing in this shambles of a dwarf.
Distinguishing Features: Surprisingly Eberardus remains untarnished on the surface, which could be described by some as a miracle considering his misadventures and endeavours across Middle-Earth. Beneath his armour and garments however, his body is a map of cuts, scrapes and bruises which each undoubtedly have an individual tale to tell.
Education: Despite the best efforts of the reputable side of his family, Eberardus remains uneducated. He simply has no desire or need to learn his letters, for in his mind they would serve him very little within his chosen lifestyle.
Languages Spoken: Common, Crude Dwarvish
Preferred Choice of Weaponry: Eberardus deems weapons such as swords and daggers clumsy and unreliable. The dwarf instead fashions an iron axe nicknamed 'Old Doris', entrusting his ability to bludgen with the occasional kick above anything else. It may come as a surprise to some to find that he is quite good at it, and often practices by getting into intentional scrapes with all manner of beasts, creatures and free-folk on his travels.
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Background
From a young and tender age, Eberardus of the Stoutmantle family proved to be a disruptive influence and undeniable delinquent. From initially riling up the local guards and neighbouring elves by performing numerous and, to his mind, ingenious pranks, to causing unruly scenes in the taverns; he earned himself an appalling reputation and was avoided by most. Unfortunately, age did not improve or make Eberardus the wiser. Such was the embarrassment of the Stoutmantle family that they treated Eberardus as an outcast, estranged by the family who dreaded the day that he would come calling for holidays and the occasional birthday. The only exception to this banishment would be the younger Stoutmantle, Reginar, who found Eberardus fascinating, enamoured by his uncle’s lifestyle choice as an adventurer and his rebellious, crude nature.
Eberardus lives on the road and would often be found at the centre of trouble. Rarely staying within the borders of Thorin's Hall, he would move from town to town, drinking himself into a stupor and end up being roped into dangerous, occasionally nefarious deeds. He lives and breathes for the moment, refusing to settle down and has little to no interest in marriage. He would rather weave his own fortune and prove those who ever spoke ill against him wrong. A vindictive and, perhaps, petty desire fueled by anger and resentment.
Currently Eberardus resides in Bree-land, performing odd jobs and financing the Prancing Pony with a significant amount of coin. Despite all his flaws, there is a glimmer of hope yet to be found within this misguided and reckless dwarf. Perhaps, some day, this will be kindled and he may find a higher purpose in life.
| Friends | Many in the making. |
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| Relatives | The Stoutmantle family are few in number, and seldom mentioned by the dwarf himself. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Anyone who rubs him the wrong way. |
| Loves | Fighting, adventures and drinking in excess. |
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| Hates | Reading, writing or any form of 'fancy' academia. |
| Motivation | To find fame and fortune. To prove wrong anyone who ever doubted him, especially the Stoutmantles. |
| Quotes | "I couldn't give a tinkers fig!" |
