Thurin Stoutarm
Contrairement à ses camarades, Thurin marchait. Il était plus sûr de marcher sur le sol, et seulement avait vraiment son cheval robuste pour transporter des marchandises supplémentaires ou, si besoin est, des escapades rapides. Le nain a traversé la neige, pas de plaintes sur ses lèvres. Il garda le silence pour la plupart, sauf quelques grognements qu'il donna alors qu'il tentait de terminer les deux derniers versets d'une petite chanson qu'il faisait. Son cheval a reniflé, la crinière de la bête couverte de flocons de neige tout comme la barbe et les cheveux noirs de Thurin l'était.
Ils s'arrêtèrent pour trouver des traces, et le Dwarf s'inclina sagement à la recherche. Ce n'était pas encore l'ours, mais il gardait sa hache près de son côté tout de même alors qu'ils commençaient à avancer une fois de plus. Une voix se leva, et Vamyr appela le nom des Nains. "C'est ça." Le nain a dit de sortir sa hache. Ce n'était pas un geste menaçant ou agressif, mais il était clair que le Nains était d'accord avec l'évaluation de la situation par l'homme, et il se tenait grand (pour un Nains) et vigile.
Name: Thurin Stoutarm
Age: 118
Sex: M
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Equipment: backpack, a week's worth of rations, small tent, whetstone, bandage x 2. A dwarf-made two-handed ax(35), Mail Armor (20) Leather armor over it (15) Saddled Pony, Oil (10), Torch x2 (6), Whetstone (5), Flask (5).
Background story: He was a young Dwarf from the Ironhills when the call to battle reached his hold. He was 40 years old, with a beard that didn't reach his belt, and marched forward to the Battle of the Five Armies. He remembered the elvish arrows and the Orc scimitars, himself felling a few Orcs himself. He helped bury the dead, and held himself both physically and mentally well despite his youth.
He stayed in Erebor to work the mines, and then volunteered for Balin's adventure to Khaza-dum. He was never a heroic dwarf, but he had always been reliable and duty bound. Thurin made his way into the Misty Mountains with Balin and the Dwarven group, before they were attacked by Goblins and Trolls. He was one of the runners sent out to give word they were being attacked, and tried to arrive to Erebor but was cut off from it being attacked by Mordor's forces. He knew he couldn't make it in, so he decided to go back into the Misty Mountains to fight with his brethren, but found them all dead. He had been wandering ever since, looking for a way to atone for his failings.