Bozalin "Widowmaker" Meathandler

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Name: Bozalin "Widowmaker" Meathandler

Age: 85

Race: Dwarf

Height: 4'8"

Weight: 185Lbs.

Physical Description: Bozalin is tall for a dwarf (especially a female) and very muscular. She has dark red hair and beard but shaves her face clean everyday that circumstances allow as is the custom of the women of her clan. However, dwarven hair grows so fast that by noon, she has 5 o'clock shadow and just the slightest bit of stubble showing by the time it's actually 5 in the evening. Her face is beautiful by dwarf standards comprised of a strong, square jaw, piercing blue eyes, a cute little nose, lovely, full lips she sometimes paints, and high cheekbones. Pretty as she is, her face is scarred from countless battles. She has a half-dozen scars on her eyebrows from many fist-fights, a slender cut, beautifully stitched, where an arrow grazed her cheek, splitting it open. Another on her chin where she slipped and fell as a little girl trying to chase a mountain goat along the side of a rocky hill and hit her chin on a on a large stone. Most prominent is the large jagged scar running down her forehead, between her eyes, and running down the left side of her nose to end in a tiny little split of her left nostril which was sown back together just a little less than perfectly. That scar, she doesn't like to talk about.

Possessions: Boz is normally seen wearing a leather jerkin, and a few pieces of finely crafted dwarven equipment such as a helmet, gauntlets, and a chain mail shirt. She also wears a leather kilt and never any undergarments. For weapons she carries a large hammer, a round, oak and steel shield with a small sheet of polished silver on the inside, which she uses as a mirror. She also carries a gnomish pistol at her right side, a short sword worn horizontally on the back of her belt, and a straight razor in her boot, mostly for shaving but it has other uses as well.

Powers or Strengths: Boz is a fighter, plain and simple and she is pretty good at what she does. Whether with weapons or bare-fisted she'll give just about anyone a run for their money in a physical confrontation. She knows her away around the woods and can scrape out a living in the wilderness if she has to. She is very worldly and takes a pragmatic approach to life and her place in it. She believes that a person makes their way in this world through the application of skills they have learned. Whether those skills involve baking bread, forging steel or war (her own chosen vocation), a job is a job in her mind and she takes her job very seriously.

Weaknesses: Being naturally pragmatic, she is untrusting of people and spends much of her time alone in a crowd. She'll pull up a chair and kick back a pint with most anyone, but she doesn't form lasting relationships out of fear of eventual betrayal. Most of her "friendships" revolve around money and friendships based on money are no friendships at all. She is fiercely independent and proud and won't ask anyone. Being a mercenary she is a bit unscrupulous. If someone has something she wants, she may just take it from them (by force or otherwise) when none else is looking. Despite her scarred appearance, Boz is vain and very self-conscious. Anyone who pokes fun at her may very well end up regretting it shortly afterwards. And finally, Boz loves to have a good time. Whenever she can, she'll be found in some tavern or another drinking and smoking. Oftentimes when she is intoxicated, she'll also be fucking any man who takes her fancy, or simply can't run away fast enough.

History: Boz was raised in Marn as a member of the family of Meathandler. The only child of her father Thargrin Meathandler, she was somewhat of a disappointment at first. Thargrin was considered the greatest fighter of the Meathandler family and his son was expected to take up that same title one day. But Thargrin didn't have a son, he had a daughter. Luckily for him, his daughter was more of a son than he could have ever hoped for. She spurned the books her mother tried so hard to make her read. She threw away the dolls she was given and beat up a neighbor boy and took his wooden axe as her own. She hunted rats in their ale cellar and snakes in the family garden. Thargrin even caught her playing with his father's axe once and out of curiosity he began training her on how to use it.