Ovel is a dwarf, plain and simple. His orange hair is wild and erratic. His beard is braided and rests about mid way down his chest. Ovel’s arms are thick and well practiced for work or adventure. His eyes are sapphire blue pools that seem to relay wisdom and sorrow.
About his shoulders he wears furs from wild game and underneath is handcrafted leather armor. Sturdy brown boots provide comfort and warmth for the exiled dwarf’s well traveled feet. Finger-less gloves keep his hands protected while still giving him the dexterity to use his weapon.
Finally is the pungent cigar that the Duke is never seen without. Its sweet and smoky smell permeates the air around him, reminding those who smell it of deep dwarven caverns and bright mountain skies, of forges and steel, and of home and hearth.
Ovel Dwarr is a surly dwarf who has no patience for slobs and malcontents. He exhibits a firm belief of self-independence and believes that honor, respect and tradition are staples of a healthy life. He is polite and has been known to break his grumpiness with ale and song.
Duke, as Ovel is often called by those he calls friends, was a promising engineer in dwarven firearm manufacturing in his home within the Five Kings Mountains. It takes many gallons of ale to pry from the dwarf exactly why he left the home he so fondly speaks of. Of his childhood and adolescence he speaks passionately of tunnels and tinkering and fresh mountain air. He will talk of his works improving and field testing his new firearm plans and ideas. However, the story stops there and skips to finding work as a tracker and bounty hunter. Now, with his coin spent on ale and cigars, its time to move on and look for new work.
![[RotR] Ovel "Duke" Dwarr](http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/994124/dwarf_rifleman_clear_small.jpg "[RotR] Ovel \"Duke\" Dwarr")
