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Anthanel "Anvil" Dothansson

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Character information
Level: 3
Race: Goliath
Class: Fighter (Champion)
Background: Gladiator
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Size: Medium
Height: 6 ft 9 in
Weight: 350 lb
Skin: Grey
Eyes: Blue
Hair: None

Campaigns

Currently active in Storm King's Thunder: Brewing Tensions

  • Part of the Order of the Gauntlet, Rank 1 (Initiate)

Personality

Traits

I love a good insult, even one directed at me.

Nobody stays angry at me or around me for long, since I can defuse any situation.

Ideals

Creativity. The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. (Chaotic)

Bonds

I want to be famous, whatever it takes.

Flaws

I’m a sucker for a pretty face.

Biography

Anthenel was found and raised by human parents, Dothan and Chryssian in the small town of Kerlin's Bend. They had never had children of their own. Dothan found the large bady in the woods near the corpses of a female and two male goliaths. They appeared to have been killed something very large. He carried the baby back home and not knowing what else to do, they set about raising him as best as they could. They thougth that one day, someone would surely come looking for him. That never happened. So, he became Anthenel Dothansson.

Skip forward.

Size and an innate martial skill made him a natural at fighting for money. He would tour around looking for bouts to prove his skill at not only fighting, but acting. For him, the fight was just part of the event. The show he could put on was what he lived for. He tried to make sure he never won too fast, too draw in the crowd and make them want more. Soon, he was fairly well known in the smaller inns and fighting circles. For him, it was always non-lethal when it came to the bouts. It was a good show, but not worth killing over. Don't take that as he won't kill, he will. There are at least a dozen orcs over the years that threatened his home that found his maul fit their face rather well.


Person: Melthindius the Storyteller - A bard who would come through his small hamlet every spring. He told all kinds of stories, but the ones about the heroes who fought off the orc hordes or rescued the towns in need were his favorite. He made it a point to spend as much time listening as he could and helped him setup and tear down his stage when he had one. Over time, he became the unofficial assistant any time Melthindius was in town. In exchange, he was taught how to tell a story, how to pull in a crowd, and more importantly, how to play off of the unexpected. While later in life, a more martial lifestyle was his lot in life, he never forgot the lessons learned.

Place: Kerlin's Bend - A small hamlet along a winding river near the base of the Spine of the World two days east of Mirabar. It was there that he grew up in a mostly human town. When not there, he thinks back fondly on his home.

Thing: "Badonk," his drum. Carved from the tusk of a mammoth, the head covered in hide from the same said mammoth, it was a gift to him from mother for his 16th birthday. With the help of Melthindius, he learned to play it and even accompanied the bard on occasion.

Stats

Max HP Armor Initiative Speed
30 16 +0 30 ft
Ability Base Total Modifier
Strength 16 +3
Dexterity 10 +0
Constitution 14 +2
Intelligence 10 +0
Wisdom 14 +2
Charisma 12 +1
Resistances
None