"What are ye on about the Orcs dead? I've only hit its face seven-hundred and sixty two times with my hammer…"
Appearance: Fargo stands at 4 foot 5 inches. His stark white hair is usually tied back in a ponytail, although it usually comes loose when he Fights. His bright blue eyes always seem to make him look serious, no matter his mood. His muscles are bulky and toned, but not as much as other Dwarfs. A scar crosses his face, trailing from this forehead to midway down his neck. He wears a White robe of Moradin and Slung across his back is a Dwarven Waraxe and a Wooden Shield.
Personality: Fargo goes about his business in a serious manner, no matter how mundane it is. He lightens up a lot when he plays his guitar, very badly to be fair, but its pleases him none the less. He spends the quite a bit of his time of his time Studying his races most hated foes, Giants, Orcs, and Goblins, although most of his time is spent in prayer to Moradin.
Background: Fargo grew up in Dragonport Harbor. His family were devout followers of Moradin and set up the altar to honor Moradin in the Area. Fargo joined the Dragonport Guard when he was twenty, and spent five years in service until while on patrol he met with a group of Orc Bandits. After a drawn out parley, everyone in the patrol lay dead except Fargo whom had acquired a large wound across his face, and a young human man known as Gerry whom was badly wounded. Fargo knew this man was not long for this world, so he prayed to Moradin to give him the power to save him. Moradin answered and as Fargo laid his hand on Gerrys head, the powers of the divine Moradin flowed through him. After saving the young mans life, Fargo left the Guard to become a cleric of Moradin. Since then he has served Moradin loyally and even helped build the Church of Moradin in Dragonport.