A fierce, gnome barbarian.
Mup wears chain and wields a battleaxe. Lines of war paint cover his face. Drawn in swirls of red and white, it creates a fierce-some image, reminiscent of the white sands and burning sun of the desert from which he hails. His brown eyes glint, and he usually darts them about, rarely focusing on one thing for long.
Mup distrusts humans. A history of slavery and oppression at their hands have left his once proud race weak and broken. Mup’s anger constantly seems to boil just under the surface, but Duin seems to be able to keep it in check.
He is the last member of the Skullcleaver tribe.
Preferred gifts: alchemical reagents; …
Preferred jests/jabs: jokes about his height; …