Dawil Ironbreaker, is a Dwarf, a Gold-rank adventurer and a member of the Silver Swords.

Appearance Edit

He has brown eyes and dark brown hair. He is a few inches over five feet in height. He used to have a thick beard, but currently a lot of it, his eyebrows and part of the hair on his head, had been burnt off.[1][2]

Personality Edit

Background Edit

Chronology Edit

Powers and Abilities Edit

Classes/Levels: Edit

  • [Axe Champion] Lv. ?

Skills: Edit

  • [Champion’s Throw]
  • [Thunder Blow]

Equipment Edit

  • Warhammer
  • Steel Armor
  • Masterwork Axe[3]

Trivia Edit

  • Although he appeared for the first time in Chapter 3.20 T, his identity was revealed in Chapter 4.45.
  • While Dawil hates blacksmithing, he still enjoys lecturing others about it, way to much. Furthermore, he believes to know a bit more than any Human or Drake [Blacksmith].[1]
  • Dawil's great, great, great grandma was Human, and so was his great, great, great, great, great, great... grampa. That said, he is still a pure Dwarf, at least as any living. Any Dwarf seems to have a bit of Human blood in them, which the reason why almost every Dwarf is taller than their ancestors were.[1]
  • False beards are really disgusting to him.[4]
  • Dawil gained his class by winning a throwing competition. Drunk. He was crowned as champion and then got the class. Despite being an [Axe Champion], he doesn't like axes as much as hammers, therefore prefers to fight with a hammer. Nevertheless, he carries an ornate throwing axe with himself and has one good throwing Skill.[5]

Quotes Edit

  • (To Ylawes) “Just like a Human not to notice what’s at his feet! Well, what now, lad? Are you going to break some skulls and break the rules or sheathe that sword before it gets rusty?”
  • (To Ylawes) “So? I’m a Dwarf. You’re a Human brat. I can call you lad if I want.”
  • (To Falene) “I hadn’t forgotten, grandmother.”
  • (To Erin) “What, do you think I know about metals just because I’m a Dwarf?
  • (To Falene) “Think our boy can do it, Falene?”
  • (To Erin) “I’ll take a hug, thanks. It’s nice to be shorter! Humans are at a comfortable level for my head!”
  • (To Falene & Ceria) “Oh shut up, you stinking half-Elf. Not you. Our half-Elf. Although both of you smell.”
  • (To Erin) “Go on, look. And have a laugh, why don’t you. That bastard Pisces was laughing all day about it and the damned half-Elf—mine, not Ceria—wouldn’t leave me alone.”
  • (To Halrac) “And I’m a Dwarf. I get to call Humans ‘lad’ and ‘lass’. Besides, the slow pace means we can take jobs around the door if we want.”

References Edit

  1. 1.0 1.1 1.2 Chapter 4.45
  2. Chapter 5.59
  3. Chapter 6.16
  4. Chapter 5.06 M
  5. Chapter 5.29
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