Merek Bronzebar
Cleric
Merek Bronzebar
Species
Dwarf
Appearance
Merek Bronzebar is a broad-shouldered dwarf with the compact solidity of a temple anvil, yet he moves with quick, eager steps that make him seem lighter than he looks. His beard is copper-red and carefully braided into two thick cords, but the braids are threaded with tiny silver bells that never quite stop whispering when he is nervous. His mail is polished to a near-ceremonial sheen, though the cuffs and hem are permanently stained with soot, oil, and incense ash. The contradiction that makes him unforgettable is his expression, a stern, veteran's scowl that sits on the face of someone whose left eyebrow still jumps in boyish excitement whenever he hears a hymn or a challenge.
“Measured, gravelly, and formal, with the cadence of temple chant under ordinary conversation. He says what he means plainly, but when he is trying to comfort someone his words become unexpectedly lyrical and old-fashioned.”
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Distinguishing Features
A puckered scar crossing the bridge of his nose like a cracked weld
Tiny silver bells braided into his beard that ring faintly when he moves
Both warhammers bear different symbols, one for the forge, one for the hearth
His left ear is nicked flat at the tip from a mining accident
He has a soot-dark thumbprint tattoo over his sternum from his initiation rite
Voice
“Low, resonant, and steady, with a faint rasp from forge smoke and temple incense”
Clothing
A fitted scale-mail hauberk over a dark wool tunic, heavy leather gloves with the fingertips cut away, a soot-colored tabard embroidered with a golden anvil, and thick boots reinforced at the toe. He wears a prayer cord around one wrist and keeps a small oilcloth satchel of holy embers at his belt.
Body Language
He stands squarely, chest forward, with his elbows tucked close as if forever ready to brace a collapsing wall. He rarely fidgets except with his thumbs tracing rune-scratches on the hammer handles. When listening, he tilts his head like a smith judging the sound of a struck plate, and when angered his jaw locks so hard the muscles in his cheeks knot visibly.
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