Diesel

Name: Deisel McEngine

Origin: Sprung from the earth, like all his kind of course.

Race: Dwarf

Fighting Style: Plant feet firmly and don't drop first. Running is never an option. Not that he has a stubborn sense of honor or pride, just that nearly everything stronger than Deisel is, unfortunately, faster than him as well.

Profession: Mercenary, trained as a Dwarven Defender.

Appearance: A stocky dwarf in red full plate. Deisel was never one to "blend in".

Weapon: Prefers axes, but is never too picky when in a pinch. A good shield and armor are the more important tools of the trade.

Goal: Main motivations are to find work that pays well and stay alive. Hasn't been very fortunate in either aspect since accepting a job working for Dedrom and crew, causing a shift in motivations to favor the later of the two.

After returning to the main continent, Mr. McEngine's contract was well past expired. After a meeting with Dedrom, Deisel opted not to renew his contract as a full-time member of Dedrom's crew and decided to vacation somewhere far away from his former employers as they seemed to surely be some of the most unfortunate beings allowed to set foot in the material plane. His current whereabouts are unknown thanks to no small effort on his part.

One of the few smart enough to leave while he was still alive.