Name: Graw Wolf Master
200 GC, Dwarvish style pipe and weed, Flint, Horn.
Father's Battle axe, Crossbow, steel bolts (20), Knife
Stubborn and set in his ways. Easily angered when insulted or when his heritage is insulted. He is out spoken and often will speak his mind on any subject. This includes important things in which he has no clue to what is happening.
Graw wasn't born into any line of kings or steward but into a line of great hunters. His family for years ran a business selling meat. From a very young age he was taught to hunt and fish feom his father Thraw. By the are of 18 he began to hunt on his own while his father went on the longer trips into the mountains. For years this is how it was, Graw would look after his little brother and his mother while his father went away for weeks at a time.
One time while Thraw was hunting for bear in the mountains he was quickly out numbered by wolves, and after running and fighting for hours to get rid of the pact he finaly fell pray the animals. Back home there was no word from Thraw, which was normal, but after a few weeks and no return they began to worry. Graw, now 28, went alone to look for his father in the mountains. He knew his usual spots and began to look there first.
After a few days of search Graw had stumbled upon his fathers axe wedged in a tree. He dug around the tree his mind racing on what he would find, but what he did find told him every thing... the front leg of a wolf. Over come by rage and grief Graw stayed in the mountains and tracked the wolf pact back to their den, and there he slaughtered each and everyone including the pups. Every male's head he put on a pike he fashioned from the surrounding trees, but the Alfa he put the pike all the way through and hung from a tree near by.
On his return he wasn't the same as when he left, He had become distant and cold. When they finaly managed to get his armor and war things together they went to the mountain where their clan had prepared place, and had a funeral and feast of sorrow. It was then that they gave Graw the title Wolfs Bane.
Now Graw at the age of 37 travels the land looking for work where he can find it. Weather it be mending tools or armor, or hunting animals or men.