He is the Anvil.
Cheerful, Self-assured, Adaptable, Dutiful, Protective, Brave, Steady, Driven, Patient.
Short and stocky with a very muscular build. He has long dark brown hair that is braided in the traditional dwarf style of his clan. He has rough, dark skin covered from head to toe in very thick dwarven plate armor that is expertly crafted. This combined with a very large shield the height of Vondal provides an impregnable defense. His footsteps are loud and he smells of ale.
Vondal grew up in the great dwarven city of Silabh-Mor, underneath the Fornfell mountains. He is part of the clan Steelheart, known for their skilled blacksmiths and hardy warriors. At a very young age, Vondal was being taught the ways of the blacksmith by his father, Fargrim Steelheart.
He had a knack for it, and enjoyed it for a while, but always loved to watch the warriors train. When he became of age, he joined the dwarven military, along with his brother, Thoradin Steelheart. Vondal was quickly recognized for his endurance and skill at attracting multiple opponents at once. He was recruited to the Shield Warriors (trying to think of a cooler name for this), specially trained frontline soldiers where he further developed his fighting methods. Thoradin was recognized for his vicious offensive style, and was recruited to the slayers.
There was an incident in the royal quarters, and Thoradin was found murdered. Thanks to clues found on Thoradin’s body, the authorities were able to find the culprit, an elder council member, and discovered that Thoradin had found out that the councilmember had been a cultist and had been corrupting dwarves from within the city. Vondal had vowed that day that he would no longer stand idle and allow evil to infect the world he loved. He said goodbye to his family and friends and set off into the world.
Before he left, his father crafted him a specially crafted set of armor and a shield to protect him. Vondal’s father told him, “The anvil is stronger than the sword… you are the anvil. Always remember that.”
Vondal spent many years working as a mercenary in order to have a means for living, but he refused to do any jobs that were dishonorable, such as hurting the innocent or defenseless. During the years he protected his clients and the townsfolk when there was trouble against goblins, orcs, trolls, and other vile creatures.
In recent years he has developed a bit of a drinking problem. It allows him to endure even more pain, but it also gets him into some interesting situations.