You are Dorak, a Dwarf. You have a square-jawed face, almond-shaped ale-brown eyes and a crooked nose. Your dark brown-streaked black hair is long and thick. You have tanned skin and a stout build. You are average height for a Dwarf. You are an adult. You have a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on your upper lip and a long shaggy beard. You are in good shape.
You are holding an iron diagonal-peen hammer in your right hand and some straight iron tongs in your left. You are wearing a polished mahogany double-stringed crossbow with a gleaming animite boltplate, some mail gloves, a silver-edged oval heater, some scale greaves, a steel scale lorica, a visored chain helm, a brass parry stick spiraled like a unicorn horn, a rugged leather thigh quiver, some engraved elbow spikes, some embellished knee spikes, a sturdy backpack, a dark silverweave lootsack, some wool leggings, a soft suede toolkit, a green gem pouch, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a pair of sturdy leather combat boots with steel toe-caps, a heavy canvas carry-all, a lockpick ring and a lumpy bundle.