B is a tall bulky guy, with a ashen skin tone that hunches over due to ill proportional torso.
B has hard time communicating so he talks in third person.
B has a iron plate shield heaved over his back along with a large bastard sword.
On his hips is his trusty mace of furry.
B is D’s Little Brother.
Son of Mama P and Papa M.
Grew up fighting in the underground caverns’ fighting pit.
Often went with D to explore the world when younger.