NAME: Alfarshear Hornfels; Alfar for short.

RACE: Doban

GENDER: Female

AGE: 63

JOB/ROLE: She does some of the dirty work in the mines, but lately, she's mostly been helping her father keep track of the businesses and lands. A lone child, she is groomed to take over someday.

SKILLS/ABILITIES: Very organized, always on top of things. Great cook. Can mine, but is not the best.

WEAPON(S): Her obsidian warhammer is the only weapon she's ever trained with. She's pretty decent with it. Her pickaxe could count, too, probably, but she can't hit anything but rocks with it.

APPEARANCE: Her skin is a dirty-looking beige. She has blue eyes, curly black hair, and what other Dobans liked to call a "noble's nose," less flat and slightly longer than typical of a Doban. She is short and stout like the rest of them, though, with a square jaw and slight underbite.

PERSONALITY: She's very professional and aristocratic in demeanor, even when she doesn't mean to be. Like many people of her race, she is materialistic sometimes; she enjoys her family's luxuries. She is also fine with using money or trade if it means getting things done. However, unlike her father, she doesn't use the wealth as an excuse to be offensive or cruel, and often has to cool down a situation when her father gets too hotheaded toward the other miners and the Driggers.

She enjoys the company of the family's personal Drigger, Frigga, and visits her in the mines when she has time.

BACKGROUND: Her family is rich, in charge of many Doban businesses in Sedorra. They also rent out land to small business owners of all races, including Camille Veritas. Alfar has always grown up obedient, never challenging her parents or her future. Her current life is the only life she's ever known.