Regardless of what you may think about dwarfs, Rupert will only worsen your opinion. Standing a respectable 4 8" his ruddy face and distinctive red hair are set off by a black and permanent scowl. In his powerful hands he holds a battle-axe, upon his back lies a light crossbow and he is armoured in toughened leather with a wooden shield. When not looking for someone or something to hit this Orthian is often found whittling away at a piece of wood with a wicked looking pocket knife. The glint of gold can often be seen on his thumb, a engraven ring catching the light, as he works. His beard is tangled and matted, home for various flora and fauna, as well as a resting place for his companion, a small and scruffy mongrel christened Bog Off

Rupert s origins lie in the great divide, where he left his mining home suffering from claustrophobia before joining a dwarven legion where he learnt the art of war. His commitment to the task of maiming opponents was widely respected. His nature however is a dour one (partly because of his name) and he has a short and extremely sensitive temper, easily triggered. His manner is foul and he refuses to move aside to anyone which caused his separation from the legion and his long march northwards.