Ansêl // Dwarf

54 // Male // Dwarf 




Ansêl is tall for a dwarf. Standing at four-foot-four, he is between four and six inches taller than his brethren. He has a long black beard and matching hair. All of Ansêl's hair is streaked with silver. In his beard he has woven many silver and bronze, spell-woven charms.  He has merry brown eyes that peep out from beneath his bushy eyebrows. He is well muscled and without an ounce of fat. Ansêl has a large pink scar on the back of his left thigh from an unfortunate encounter with a giant boar.


 Ansêl is a merry little man. He wants the best for all of his clan, and he is always full of opimism, even if he's faking it. His cheer makes others happy. He is always kind, , and he knows how to take charge of a situation. He someikes takes too much charge, however- he cna be controlling. He doesn't want anyone he lives to get hurt, which makes him overprotective. He isn't very good at deciphering other's feelings. Ansêl has no patience whatsoever. He can't wait to save his life. 







  Ansel's childhood was fairly unexciting. He played war with the other dwarf boys, and he joined his clan's army when he was twenty years old. He severly injured his left leg, and he still walks with a limp. After his injury, he left the army and focused his traits ok helping another way- he became a blacksmith, one of the best in the clan. He made swords, axes, hammers, bows, crossbows- any weapon, Ansêl could make it. 


Ansêl is still considered young, but he had no interest in the pretty drawf women, or the men. Ansêl just wasn't interested. Ansêl's clan accepted his choice, but he knew some of his fellows looked down on him because he chose not to take a bride.