Vivrik is a Forge Cleric of Moradin, at one point one of the Grand Templars, going forth and defeating enemies of the faith. After surviving an attack by an orc raiding party, the church deemed him a coward, because orcs do not leave survivors, he must have ran. They stripped him of his holy powers, and his name. The Dwarf formerly known as Oloric Goldfinder was now Vivrik Noror, a title given to those who have done wrong in the eyes of the church, and must earn their names back through feats of valor. Every day, he prays that moradin will help him get revenge on the high templars that branded him a coward, but he has never received a blessing to do so until now.

Vivrik is short, even for a dwarf, standing only 4 foot 3 inches. He weighs in at 145lbs, and has sandy blonde hair ice blue eyes.

His 150 years show on his face, so, too, does his kindness. Fury in battle, yet a caring spirit to those in need.

He wields a Warhammer and shield, and dons plate armor. The hammer is of an ancient design, and was a gift from his wife. His shield and armor each bear the symbol of moradin, though the armor most prominently features it on the tabbard. Most of his clothing bears the standard red and copper color of Moradin's church. He also carries a small handaxe, used for executing enemies of the faith when necessary, and a thick yet highly worn book of prayers.

He has a finely braided beard which extends to just beneath his sternum, and wears his hair in a topknot. There are deep wrinkles in his skin, tanned with age. He bears several scars, mementos of his times of carelessness.

From the outside, Vivrik appears to be stern and unfeeling, but it hides a wonderful personality. He would gladly sacrifice himself for the ones he cares about, and would defeat any that would cause those few harm.