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Twion
Twion Greathammer
| Name | Twion |
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| Occupation | Warrior and blacksmith |
| Age | Seventy-seven |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | Durin's Folk |
| Outward Appearance | As stocky and sturdy as any other Dwarf, stands Twion. Though he appears to be a friendly one. His lips are often curved into a kind smile. His face maintains some wrinkles though he is not old, he is merely seventy-seven winters old. Nevertheless he does carry a few grey hairs within his beard, if that be due age or heritage, nobody knows. His main hair colour is somewhat illuminated black, by the grey hairs. He aswell carries some scars on his hands by the accidents he had as a kid with the hammer and anvil. But yet again, every little issue he smiles away merrily. He does have his serious side, however, he always seems willing to find the sanguine side of the story and situation. He promulgates himself as:
Twion Greathammer, son of Dworie Greathammer.
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Background
- Ered-Luin, Thrid age 2942. Twion's birth and childhood.
It was winter and the cold snow was finding its final destination to cover the great buildings of Thorin's Hall in its white plain. Inside the halls, where the fires of the forges roared and the mighty sounds of the anvil was heard, there was born yet another Dwarf by the name of Twion Greathammer.
Twion was raised as any other Dwarven warrior. Him was teached the fine arts of the Dwarven craftmanship and how magnificent the impact of an axe on a goblin's skull is. He always had a great talent in the crafting of weapons and the maintenance of them.
- "Home bores me, father" - Twion Greathammer. Third age 2983.
Twion became specialized in both craftmanship and fighting and told his father that he would leave with the words: "Home bores me, father. I wish to see more. I want to see Humans who live above the ground, and the Elves you've told me about." And so, Twion left the halls of his father and kindred and set his first steps in the outside world.
- Eriador. Thrid age 2983.
And so his path lead him to the well-known places such as; Evendim, Bree-land, The Shire (partly), even through the lone-lands and all the way to Rivendell. Thirty-five years passed in his travelling and he did see very much of the 'outside world' as he wished. It is rare for a Dwarf to travel so much in his young years. Though, wether it be his intelligence or survival skill, he did it.
And many more adventures will come...
Third age 3018
"Child of the kindly West, I have come to know, if more of us valued your ways - food and cheer above hoarded gold - it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell."
- Thorin Oakenshield.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Father: Dworie, just to name one of his spacious family. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None known. |
| Loves | His axe, weapons, Dwarven halls, mead, fighting, tales, gold and jewels. |
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| Hates | Goblins and any other foul "rabble". |
| Motivation | To be of service to his allies. And to live in honour to his father. |
| Quotes | "Lifted?! Oh.. you insane pointy-eared.. gormless.. barmpot!" - To Daerundros when she asked Twion if he needed to be lift up across a brook. |
