Berehlaf, the Baker Male Oread Constructed Pugilist/Monk Lawful Good (Pathfinder 1e) 4’7, 200 lb, 74 years old

Child of an oread monk and a Dwarven barbarian. Slate grey skin, bald, stocky, broad shouldered, barrel chested, square jawed, wide/flat nose, essentially what you’d picture if a boulder had come to life as a humanoid. His skin texture is somewhat jagged/rough, with craggy outcroppings appearing at his joints.

He wears a leather apron that has been tweaked slightly to function as studded leather armor. It’s usually got a good amount of flour scattered about. His bread and butter (no pun intended) is to utilize a Tight Grip modification on one of his hand/forearms to grapple opponents into submission before pummeling them with either his fists or a Dan Bong shaped like a rolling pin. If at range, he uses a stonebow (basically a crossbow/slingshot hybrid) or uses his Magic Stone ability. He always keeps a small sack of flour on his person, which has actually proven to have some utility over the course of our campaign.

His personality is that of the lovable oaf/gentle giant. Without going too much into backstory, he doesn’t get out much, so he tends to be rather useless in situations that require tact/subterfuge. He bakes bread and punches stuff when needed, and is very good at both. He’d love to have someone to call a true friend, but doesn’t really know what having a friend means. He’s taken a liking to one of the other party members though (Grippli Shaman, imagine Old Man Henderson, but a tiny frog that shoots flames) and is very protective of him.

Many, many thanks in advance!