Mutt

Mutt
Class	Champion (Paladin)
Occupation	Orphan
Tier	Trainee
Ancestry	Human
Heritage	Versatile
Pronouns	It/its (She/her)
Age	19
Height	5'8"
Status	Alive
Player	Sushi

Mutt is an Associate of the Round Table seeking further training.

Characteristics

Accompanied by a clanging of metal as it slowly crawls through a battlefield, the fully armored Mutt forgoes words to strike fear into those who would escape their oaths. Dragging behind it is a boulder sized slab of metal attached to an abnormally heavy chain, a tool commonly used to demolish walls and break sieges, but in this dog's hands a savage and precise instrument of blunt force. Adorning the flat sides of the heavy block are the symbols of the dwarven god Kols, the Oathkeeper, and in his name did this Mutt take its oaths, chainbound to the legitimate laws of the land and willing to bind and crush those who would cheat, lie, and act in deeds of chaos and evil.

Rarely in the city or around campsites, most often found skittering to grab meals for herself, is another who responds to being called Mutt. She's a young girl of few words, and those she does utter are fractured and uneasy, split out of necessity in common and dwarvish. Her movements are clumsy, steps are hard on the flats of her feet, and posture low as if desperate to not poke her head out in a crowd. If cornered or singled out, the girl avoids eye contact, never attempting to flee conversation but rarely responding with more than motions, grunts, and single words. Mutt outside of her armor is the same person she is on the battlefield, but it is apparent she was taught or given a chance to experience anything more than how to handle herself weighed down by armor with a weapon in her hands.

Background

The daughter of a con man, Mutt never had much a chance to know the man who raised her for the first four years of her life. After crossing the wrong folk in a particularly proud dwarven clan, it wasn't long before the armed holy oath keepers of their temple came to force Mutt's father to uphold his impossible promises or face the sword. She would not find out about his fate for until years after, being taken under the wing of a priest amongst the party sent to collect the debts. From that point on, she'd be raised as a ward of a temple dedicated to Kols, but the clergy men and paladins in training did not make for a family. She was a servant, and most importantly not a dwarf; a fact she'd be reminded of in all facets of her life at the temple. She would not be educated, nor trained. To the people of the clan save the one who originally took her in, she was a dog, a mutt. Her escape was always in religion, tales of the mighty dwarven gods, and, even when told they wouldn't answer her prayers as a human, she always strived to their virtues. It made her tough, resilient to the neglect that surrounded her. Even when asked to wear a suit of armor so the trainees could have a taller foe to spar against, she would accept to opportunity to wear the same metal as the heroes in the stories she heard. If their gods were not listening to her, how would she have been able to stand her own against warriors in training? How did she manage to lay them low time and time again despite no proper training? She felt blessed donned in armor and defending her own rights to worship, even if those at the temple would never acknowledge it. Overhearing ceremonies time and time again, she'd swear the same oaths those who trained at the temple would even if not ordained, and even when exiled from the settlement for doing so, she was still a paladin now in need of a proper tutor.