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Name: Gavlan Gurtrek
Age: 19, looking 30
height: 4feet
weight: 215 pounds of muscle

appearance: Gavlan is a short and stocky little man, barely of age to drink, but you would never know it! Built like a keg he sports a strong mass of upper body muscle and powerful legs, his gut is round but misleading. A mass of knotted muscle. His physical features are impressive by themselves but what really catches people off guard is the long black beard stretching down his face all the way down to his belly button. Immaculately groomed and combed it even glistens in the light, so silky smooth and flowing it is. Shining metal bands tie up the hanging hair, dazzling silver with gold filigree.

Personality: Gavlan embraces his physiques uniqueness, saying he was born a dwarf and mimicking what he believes their behavior would be. Usually that means he's loud, proud, and stubborn. As dependable as they come, once you've earned the lads loyalty you've all but made a friend for life. That doesn't mean he kisses your butt all the time, not in the slightest. Gavlan will tell you when you're making a proper jackass of yourself and hopes others will tell him that too.

background: Born short, growing up short, being called short, all of it really burned him. Hurt him that he was short. Bingeing on fantasy novels to avoid other people he was quick to learn of Dwarves in fantasy literature and decided that if he was going to be a Dwarf in stature, he should be a dwarf in all other areas too! The strangest part was his genetics let it happen. Muscle came easy to him and a long beard was quick to follow, sprouting upon his face like a jungle by the time he was 16 and became a point of great pride for himself.
ability: Immunity to intoxicants. There exists no poison strong enough to lay him low, his body digesting it with utter indifference.

Fun Facts: Loves to read. Enjoys working with his hands. Loves to drink despite never getting drunk. Has his own furnace and frequents the metal shop. Has a polished steel helmet that he likes to wear. Will absolutely fight you if you call him a gnome

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@KidKoshka using mobile sucks for copy pasting. I meant to do it last night. Sorry!

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Next post! Groompy want next post!

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@Mt Paragon was using my location asa reference. Vancouver airport is a 45m journey from mfront door by taxi.
Gavlan is also under the assumption that everyone on board is a chosen participant so hes either yelling into a random crowd or Nobody, as is your choice.

Either way its funmy moments :P

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Posted! Sorry if its bad.

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@Mt Paragon another typical sterotype. I live in British Columbia near the coast. We never get snow..

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Gavlan Gurtrek

A.K.A "The love machine"

Gavlan was a heavy sleeper. Long nights of heavy drinking had become a nightly routine for the short and stocky fellow, a habit he blamed on his appearance and his need to emulate the proud and industrious dwarves of his childhood fantasy novels. Like them he was a hard working, free talking, harsh drinking little keg of a man. Though a keg didn't have the kind of upper body strength that he certainly did.
Even dead asleep, Gavlan gave his arms a triumphant flex as he snored away.

A shrill whistle, louder than anything he had ever heard, blared from somewhere in his room waking him up with a scream as he stood up swinging. With nothing there to hit he was quick to scan his suddenly beer-can fortress free room, noting the loss keenly. Nervous but unafraid he threw off the covers and strode bare bottomed to the source of the noise, unashamed of his nudity.
It was his own room, damnit!

Without hesitation he placed his finger on the get started button, giving a little yelp as it pricked his finger which hastily found its way to his mouth. Tuthbe told he had no idea what Enlightenment was as thr machine spoke but curiosity was ever at the front of his mind. Instructions for a plane ride at 2pm and a change of clothes were mentioned before the transmission cut out.
With a shrug, Gavlan geared up in the uniform sporting a white lion emblazoned on the back of his sweatshirt.

At first he assumed that like all uniforms he had the displeasure of wearing they would not account for his compressed stature, to his honest surprise it fit snug. Perfect even..

"By ye gods of drink 'n joy, what ls this about?" He mumbled in what he assumed was a Dwarvish accent, something similar to a scottish dialect.

Not bothering to question the immaculateness of his new digs, Gavlan laced up his shoes and placed his hand made metal helmet atop his head. They got rid of everything else butbwere smart enough to leave his prized posession where it had been, untouched.
Ignoring the breakfast laid out for him but taking a 6pack of beer he had never heard of from the fridge he was out the door and into a cab waiting right outside. The whole ride was quiet. From home to airport and onto the plane, less than a dozen words had been spoken total.

Most of them being Gavlan. What surprised him most was nobody stopped him from carrying the beer with him. Up the ramp he went until he was on board a luxury aircraft he assumed was built for royalty.

Noticing a few other figures there, Gavlan decided the quiet had to end.

With a raucous cheer he thrust both arms into the air, his sleeves mysteriously torn off to reveal the toned muscle below, and bellowed. "ARE YOU FOLKS READY'TA LEARN!"

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@Mt Paragon glorious CANADA

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Name: Gavlan Gurtrek
Age: 19, looking 30
height: 4feet
weight: 215 pounds of muscle

appearance: Gavlan is a short and stocky little man, barely of age to drink, but you would never know it! Built like a keg he sports a strong mass of upper body muscle and powerful legs, his gut is round but misleading. A mass of knotted muscle. His physical features are impressive by themselves but what really catches people off guard is the long black beard stretching down his face all the way down to his belly button. Immaculately groomed and combed it even glistens in the light, so silky smooth and flowing it is. Shining metal bands tie up the hanging hair, dazzling silver with gold filigree.

Personality: Gavlan embraces his physiques uniqueness, saying he was born a dwarf and mimicking what he believes their behavior would be. Usually that means he's loud, proud, and stubborn. As dependable as they come, once you've earned the lads loyalty you've all but made a friend for life. That doesn't mean he kisses your butt all the time, not in the slightest. Gavlan will tell you when you're making a proper jackass of yourself and hopes others will tell him that too.

background: Born short, growing up short, being called short, all of it really burned him. Hurt him that he was short. Bingeing on fantasy novels to avoid other people he was quick to learn of Dwarves in fantasy literature and decided that if he was going to be a Dwarf in stature, he should be a dwarf in all other areas too! The strangest part was his genetics let it happen. Muscle came easy to him and a long beard was quick to follow, sprouting upon his face like a jungle by the time he was 16 and became a point of great pride for himself.
ability: Immunity to intoxicants. There exists no poison strong enough to lay him low, his body digesting it with utter indifference.

Fun Facts: Loves to read. Enjoys working with his hands. Loves to drink despite never getting drunk. Has his own furnace and frequents the metal shop. Has a polished steel helmet that he likes to wear. Will absolutely fight you if you call him a gnome.

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@Mt Paragon it was right alongside the line where he explains why people think theres no Dwarf women