Name: Deidden Proudfoot
Class: Cleric
Race: Halfling
Age: 32
Height: 4'9
Weight: 210
Hair: Blonde
Facial Hair: Beard
Tatoos or distingishing marks: Troll symbol on right arm.

Deidden's Story

Distingishing Traits:

Likes to talk in the third person sometimes. Refers to the Sun and the Moon as Yellow and White Face. (Is paranoid that the Sun is always spying on him, and the Moon is simply a reflection of the Sun). Likes to bash things.

General History:

The life of Deidden, begins not in the safe haven known as Rivervale, but in the vast swamps of Innothule. Here, Deidden, as a small baby, is found by several Trolls all alone, save a basket to protect the child. The Trolls, wondering how and why this child was found in the swamp, took it back to Grobb, thinking it would be great food to snack on. One of the Trolls, obviously standing out as the leader of the pack, took the child to the village Shaman, and showed their new found snack. The Shaman, looking anxiously, took the child away from the Trolls, and told them that he was a boon from their patron deity, Rallos Zek. That meaning the child would one day grow up, and be a good basher. The Trolls were excited at the new prospect, and celebrated the night away by dancing around a fire, while eating the legs of the frogs from Guk.

Several years later, the Trolls of Grobb felt that the child needed to start fighting in order to become a 'great basher'. They sent of the child into the Feerrott to bash some snakes heads in. The Trolls marvelled at the boy's skill, and later called him: 'lil'basher.' Most of the Trolls were surprised that the child did not grow very tall, and was concerned about his health. So once again they sent him to the Shaman, where he was examined once again. The Shaman lifted up the boy, turned him upside down, shaked him a few times and then dropped him. The Elder concluded that the boy was a runt, an ugly Gook as they say. The Trolls accepted this, and went on their bashing way.

Several more years passed, and the call for good bashing rose again. And so they took lil'basher out to the Southern Desert of Ro, to bash some orcs heads in. Lil'basher bashed the orcs really well, but something went wrong. Dervish Cutthroats didn't like the presence of the Trolls, and so they attacked the Trolls, while raiding the orcish camp. Lil'basher was lost in the confusion, and had his head bashed in with a good swipe from a Dervish bandit. Hours have passed, and eventually a small group of Halflings encountered the camp. They spotted the injured Halfling, and took him immediately to the comfort of Rivervale. There the Halfling was given a proper name of Deidden, and was sent to the Church of Mischief where he was raised until he became an Adult. There in the care of the Church, Deidden became a Cleric, and found valour in his ways.

However all was not well in Rivervale. A few Halflings felt that Deidden was more of a Troll than a Halfling. And so he was expelled from the city, until he could prove that he was a HALFLING in all the sence of the word. Deidden, feeling rejected, drifted for many days until he arrived at the city of Freeport. To his surprise, the guards accepted his presence, and so he was welcomed into the huge city. There, Deidden met up with several members of Scarab. Even though the Halfling talked somewhat of a Troll, the humans accepted him, and invited him for membership into the fair guild. He was told to do a small quest to get in, and so he set himself out to complete it. So the rest, as we all say, is History. Eventually Deidden became a full member, and baked lots of edible goo and fish fillets to keep the guild from starving.