Name: Muorra Veazir
Age: 42
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Profession: Carpenter
Appearance: Muorra is a massive man. Wide shoulders, taller than most men. He packs about 120 kg of muscular body mass into about 2 meters of height. Decades of carpentry, building and heavy woodwork have turned this man into a giant of a man.
Muorra's hair is blonde as wheat when it is ready for harvest and seems as thick as the spikes of a hedgehog. He keeps it short for the sake of convenience. It is easier to keep clean and stays out of the way when he works. His head is rather edgy, sharp and box shaped. His face is covered with a thick mustache, sideburns and sandpaper-like unshaved stubble around his muscular jaw. Between the bright green eyes, he has a big edgy nose.
The boulder of a head, is carried by a thick neck that has almost disappeared because of the shoulder muscles. Muorra finds it usually easier to enter houses a bit sideways because of the width of his shoulders. The arms that hang from the shoulders are thick, defined and years of carrying logs and boulders are clearly visible. Any woman would feel safe if Muorra were her husband. His hands are like shovels but seem accurate and agile, rough and scarred of bigger and smaller accidents with tools.
Muorra's torso is strong and athletic to say the least considering his remarkable size. The best part is that it is all natural muscle built with actual work that has a purpose. Every ounce has been worth a house, a hut, a fence, a roof, fire wood or a bridge - or something similar. Even with clothes on it is clear that fat per cent on Muorra's body is very low.
The legs carrying this massive man are like trees. The diameter of one his thighs is at least as much as the distance from a man's jaw tip to the back of his head. Many knights who have passed by have been jealous of his legs. The only down side is that great strength means slower speed. That is usually what makes the poor knights smile again and continue their journey with somewhat restored confidence.
Usually Muorra is wearing a natural color cotton shirt that has a bit deeper cut for head and neck which is closed with a loose lace. His wife makes him new ones every now and then but they look well used rather soon no matter how well she tries to wash them. The brown pants he uses are also of cotton but most of the time they are under protective "cowboy" pants and a leather apron.
Personality: Like his brother Ruovdi, Muorra is a happy, warm, and welcoming personality. He is loud and is not afraid to give you a nice manly slap between your shoulder blades when he thinks you said something ridiculously funny. While being one of the nicest men in Avveel, where he and his family live, he likes to spend an evening or two in a week at the local inn drinking with the other men in town. It doesn't happen often but when he gets drunk he is even happier but can snap very easily and start a fight. Usually with his brother, rarely if ever with someone else unless they attack him.
History: Muorra used to live in a small settlement half a day by wagon towards South-West from Giron. It was a settlement of three families and because of it's small size it was just called Halfaday. His parents got him, his older sister and younger brother rather late in age in regard to the culture of the times.
By the time Muorra was 17, he had been taugh in all of his carpenter-father's learning. He had worked hard in the forest that grew by the small settlement and had shown great skill as a carpenter. Regardless of the many attempts to make the small settlement grow in numbers no-one wanted to move to their little community. Everyone settled closer to Giron.
Muorra had knew Giron and was not fond of it's gritty atmosphere. He wanted to try his luck as a carpenter in Helsset and with his parent's blessing he left.
On the way he stayed a night at the inn in Avveel like all travellers do. There he met his wife to be, a young, slender, graceful waitress named ???. She was small by his side then and even smaller now but what she lacks in size she has in heart.
Muorra never made it to Helsset. The two fell in love, married and stayed in Avveel. Since then Muorra has lived in Avveel and been the most trusted carpenter in the village.
Age: 42
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Profession: Carpenter
Appearance: Muorra is a massive man. Wide shoulders, taller than most men. He packs about 120 kg of muscular body mass into about 2 meters of height. Decades of carpentry, building and heavy woodwork have turned this man into a giant of a man.
Muorra's hair is blonde as wheat when it is ready for harvest and seems as thick as the spikes of a hedgehog. He keeps it short for the sake of convenience. It is easier to keep clean and stays out of the way when he works. His head is rather edgy, sharp and box shaped. His face is covered with a thick mustache, sideburns and sandpaper-like unshaved stubble around his muscular jaw. Between the bright green eyes, he has a big edgy nose.
The boulder of a head, is carried by a thick neck that has almost disappeared because of the shoulder muscles. Muorra finds it usually easier to enter houses a bit sideways because of the width of his shoulders. The arms that hang from the shoulders are thick, defined and years of carrying logs and boulders are clearly visible. Any woman would feel safe if Muorra were her husband. His hands are like shovels but seem accurate and agile, rough and scarred of bigger and smaller accidents with tools.
Muorra's torso is strong and athletic to say the least considering his remarkable size. The best part is that it is all natural muscle built with actual work that has a purpose. Every ounce has been worth a house, a hut, a fence, a roof, fire wood or a bridge - or something similar. Even with clothes on it is clear that fat per cent on Muorra's body is very low.
The legs carrying this massive man are like trees. The diameter of one his thighs is at least as much as the distance from a man's jaw tip to the back of his head. Many knights who have passed by have been jealous of his legs. The only down side is that great strength means slower speed. That is usually what makes the poor knights smile again and continue their journey with somewhat restored confidence.
Usually Muorra is wearing a natural color cotton shirt that has a bit deeper cut for head and neck which is closed with a loose lace. His wife makes him new ones every now and then but they look well used rather soon no matter how well she tries to wash them. The brown pants he uses are also of cotton but most of the time they are under protective "cowboy" pants and a leather apron.
Personality: Like his brother Ruovdi, Muorra is a happy, warm, and welcoming personality. He is loud and is not afraid to give you a nice manly slap between your shoulder blades when he thinks you said something ridiculously funny. While being one of the nicest men in Avveel, where he and his family live, he likes to spend an evening or two in a week at the local inn drinking with the other men in town. It doesn't happen often but when he gets drunk he is even happier but can snap very easily and start a fight. Usually with his brother, rarely if ever with someone else unless they attack him.
History: Muorra used to live in a small settlement half a day by wagon towards South-West from Giron. It was a settlement of three families and because of it's small size it was just called Halfaday. His parents got him, his older sister and younger brother rather late in age in regard to the culture of the times.
By the time Muorra was 17, he had been taugh in all of his carpenter-father's learning. He had worked hard in the forest that grew by the small settlement and had shown great skill as a carpenter. Regardless of the many attempts to make the small settlement grow in numbers no-one wanted to move to their little community. Everyone settled closer to Giron.
Muorra had knew Giron and was not fond of it's gritty atmosphere. He wanted to try his luck as a carpenter in Helsset and with his parent's blessing he left.
On the way he stayed a night at the inn in Avveel like all travellers do. There he met his wife to be, a young, slender, graceful waitress named ???. She was small by his side then and even smaller now but what she lacks in size she has in heart.
Muorra never made it to Helsset. The two fell in love, married and stayed in Avveel. Since then Muorra has lived in Avveel and been the most trusted carpenter in the village.
