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"Shorty" Copperbeard Stands almost a foot taller then most of his kin. He's tall, Strong and Built like the Mountain he was born in. His head is covered in a thick mass of Bright red hair woven into Giant braids that he stuffs into his helm. In fact when he's wearing his Helm his Enemy's can only Describe a set of Piercing blue eyes and Gleaming teeth screaming Obscenity's at them from underneath the mass of braids, and that's just how he likes it.

While People tend to call him "Shorty" it only really applies when comparing him to other races. Among Dwarfs though it's an Oxymoronic statement. "Shorty" Towers above most Dwarfs standing at just over 5 feet tall. The Eldest of a set of Dwarven Triplets "Shorty" along with his Brothers Dolir and Darrak were all Born during one of the Fiercest Storms in recent history. He and his Brothers were considered a good omen for his clan because Dwarven Triplets are rare. All three of them went into the family stone carving business until the day that their true calling became clear.

On a supply Expedition to acquire some rare blue marble from the Lower caverns "Shorty" and his brother's crew were attacked by a band of Deep Orcs and Goblins. The Soldiers sent with them to protect the shipment were Quickly killed and the everyone else would have also been killed had it not been for "Shorty's" temper. In a fit of rage he and his brothers picked up their Hammers and Launched themselves at the Orcs. "For Torag!!" they screamed as one, and then something miraculous happened. As the battle cry left their mouths the Weapons in their hands began to glow and when they swung them it was almost like their Enemy's weren't even wearing armor at all. "Shorty's" Hammer Crushed the skull of the Orc leader in one fell blow, almost separating his head from his shoulders.
"Shorty" and his brothers fell upon the Orcs and Goblins like demons Possessed, killing any and all who stood in their way. Even those that tried to turn tail and run were cut down by their fury that day, and when the dust cleared "Shorty" and his two brothers stood Victorious, covered in blood and gore.

When they returned to the hold they were greeted by Priests of Torag who told them that they had been given a sign that new Stonelords had been Chosen and that they were the ones they had seen in their vision.
"Shorty" and his brothers were Honored and have served Torag with Honor to this day.

Favorite Curses:
gibbering lily-livered pixie
pompous tree-climbing rockrunt
slothful pointy-earned orc-fucker
tentacled toe-biting thumb-basher
dainty hanky-waving troll-spawn
dangling anvil-dropping goblin-fondler

Whenever he's asked his "real" name will only mumble unintelligibly before telling them "Just call me Shorty!"

Hates being called a paladin as he thinks most of them are too pompous for their own good.

Foul-mouthed and generally rude but always willing to help those in need. Even if he Bitches and complains about it the entire time.

Spook is a small, scrawny person that radiates a general aura of wrongness. His augmentic eyes take the form of goggles, and he is wears a prominent nose ring. Spook is always seen carrying a large femur bone from a unknown creature from his home Space Hulk. This bone is inscribed with runes and symbols that quite frankly make any normal persons stomach sour. When invoking powers or contacting the warp, Spook traces the runes obsessively, muttering unknown words under his breath.

6'3 white hair blue eyes, 200+lbs, lean build
distinctive black jacket and dark blue gloves he prefers to wear

From Nightveil, used to urban environments

Doesn't really speak about his background. Fond of weapons and knowledge (he admires it).

Believes in risk and free-will, can be sympathetic.
Keeps to himself, very reserved.

Of average height for a kobold his scales are a dull faded red, but nothing really stands out about Zoe. In a crowd of 100 kobolds he would blend right on, except for the sharp glint in his blood red eyes as he takes in everything he sees and looks for an angle of opportunity. Wearing plain studded leather armor of no distinction and a grayish brown cloak he is easily overlooked.

Sold into slavery as a hatchling, Zoe has never known the true culture of his people. Bought as a pet/slave for Meranda, Zoe was the name she so "graciously" bestowed upon him. As he grew he learned that the best way to survive was to keep out of sight, or always dog his mistresses heels. His talent for stealth, surprisingly insightful nature, and keen mind marked him as a valuable asset that the lord of the house would not squander. Once Meranda had come of age her father "graciously" granted Zoe his freedom, while secretly blackmailing him into effectively remaining a slave in everything but name. Tasked with protecting "missy" as he calls her while she "sows her wild oats", Zoe is constantly on the lookout for a way to get out from under the lords thumb and to truly be free. He hopes to one day find the tribe of his birth and learn where he comes from, and if anyone stands in his way... Well they won't be standing for very long.

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A large and imposing man Joey stands 6'1" tall. He is muscled and toned. In any physical situation he has a confidence about him dares anyone to try him. Although not dumb, Joey does not excel mentally.

He speaks directly and clearly, usually knowing just what to say to dissuade or deter would-be attackers.

Born and raised in New York city Joey was always getting in some kind of trouble. Although his family is Italian and he identifies as New York Italian he doesn't speak a word of Italian.

After getting mixed up with local gangs and spending more than a few months in jail, Joey was forced to leave the East Coast and relocate to the West Coast after a run in with local mob bosses complicated things for him in New York.

Not long after moving out West Joey hooked up with the Fratelli Family, an up and coming mob outfit in San Francisco. Over the years Joey proved himself a capable and reliable enforcer. Although not on the pay-roll Joey has spent most of his time out West working for Mr Fratelli.

A self-professed trader in information. Adept in disguise and infiltration.