Female Dwarf FighterCharacter sheet
Taavia's something of a rarity among dwarfs; she grew up around the other races, rather than secure in the heart of some dwarven citadel. Well, actually it was both
the cliffside city of Dorganbar happened to have an in very popular with travelers and adventurers; her father ran that inn. And of course, he expected Taavia to fall in line. For a good many years, she did, serving, washing, cooking, pouring, sweeping, always hearing the gale and gust of adventurer's tales. it all sounded terribly romantic to her, heroes storming through old ruins, slaying savage monsters and liberating townsfolk and whatnot.
Of course, her father hated such notions and soundly rebuffed her over the dinner table many a time. he'd have no daughter of his hieing off to get eaten by some undead fae-touched ooze dragon half-construct, no-thank-you-sir! Instead, he did as any right-minded dwarven father would do, and set about forging an arranged marriage between his daughter and one of the local lord's second cousins or whatnot.
Taavia seethed at this of course... and more so when she overheard a company of travelers talking about one Kyrpä Perkele saving some town or other in his own adventuring career. Her father! Well, she decided then and there that she wasn't going to let dear old dad marry her off to some man who would spend more time braiding his beard than attending the necessary matters - especially after her father had kept this from her! When the adventurers left, they numbered one more in their company. Lacking any sort of special training other than a few of the town's mandatory militia drills, she fell into the role of a fighter easily enough.
Of late, Taavia has suffered nightmares; half-remembered visions of a looming doom, barely defined and usually vanishing like mist shortly after waking. She remembers enough of them to occupy a small, troubled space of her mind, with vague urges and symbols pulling her along the road to somewhere
in Varisia. She knows something is coming, and is not only prepared to meet it, but to triumph - and secretly live up to what she's learned of her father's own heroics.Personality:
Taavia tries to stay open to new experiences; she's still young (for a dwarf) and new to this "adventuring" thing - at times, she's over her head. Despite her belief that her upbringing was cosmopolitan and far-reaching, she is in fact rather sheltered. She's not terribly concerned with tradition, but has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and no fear of making herself heard, if that's what she needs to do. She actually enjoys the thrill of combat (or at least, victory...) but still tries to maintain some aspects of being a dwarven lady, rather than some grubby campaigner or sellsword.
...needless to say I actually managed something of a surfeit of dwarven dames.