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As a child I was one of the original cast of Little People Big World. Being a child actor/star really messed me up. One day I completely snapped and stormed off the set--taking the trebuchet with me. "I'll show those MF'ers" I told myself.

I lived on the street for many years until a dwarf of questionable moral fiber took me under his wing. He practiced some weird elvish magic that made people nervous--was very unnatural for a dwarf, but got it done, and allowed us to get by. We were outcasts, lying, cheating, stealing and killing to get what we needed.

Eventually we parted ways, I cleansed my questionable identity, and found myself brewing beer in a tavern. I had an unusual gift for brewing, and became known across the country as the finest brew-master in the land. After several years the tavern owner died mysteriously in his sleep, and I inherited the business. My tavern was the center of the community and became my life.

When it all hit the fan I lost faith in my craft, the world, and my fellow dwarfs. I fell back on my street-life instincts to do whatever it took--my fury giving my ax unusual power to deal damage to anybody who crossed my path.

Eventually I found myself a mercenary, ready to quest for whomever would have me in their company. My ax at their disposal.