Name: Hzark Xowern

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf, brought up in England but moved to Australia

Age: In human years, about 34, but in dwarf years, is about 95.

Weapon choices: Forget about all of that fancy finesse rubbish, Hzark goes around with a 12 gauge pump action shotgun (a bit rusty but works fine), a dagger (but to him, the size of a sword), a mace as his battle axe got taken from him and his bare hands. Of course this, and his lack of height makes him a bit slow, but he makes up for it in strength and being in a better position to hit an opponent in the, ahem, lower regions. He also has a supply of ground-light, a substance made from two minerals which, upon contact with eachother, creates a blinding light which lasts for a very long time (this substance was in fact the source of the human idea of headlamps)

History: Hzark was born to a working class family, growing up with humans, the only visible difference was his height, and that he had a battle axe above his bed. However, during 1939, when Hzark was about 25, war broke out. His parents and the dwarf community (who his parents kept in contact with via the newfangled technology) all insisted that anyone who could had to join the war effort to stop Hitler. His parents went, as did his older brother. When Hzark refused, for human dwarfitarian reasons, such as self-preservation, his parents disowned him and the dwarf community gave him the surname Xowern which is the surname given to outcasts. The dwarfish community also tried to take his axe, but when Hzark (who was taught how to fight dirty from a young age) beat them all (dwarfs as a rule don't like firearms), they notified the police who promptly confiscated it - permanently.
After that, Hzark moved to Australia. He didn't want to reunite with his family and basically just wanted to start afresh. He headed to the mines where he settled down, living the bachelor life, until he heard the call of a man known only as 'Hakkar' a man who was seeking the world's greatest fighter. The reward was much higher than the reward any war would give, and when someone wants to be fancy, that's plenty of time to shoot them, and so, packing up his gear he smuggled in with him, Hzark left, hoping to return at some stage. He hopped in his car, hopped out, climbed in through the front window, grabbed his keys, jumped in the car again, and headed off.




Anyone see the joke? He's in a mine in Australia, he's down under down under!

Ow, my punny bone...