"Of all the rules I have taught ye, if ye'll just follow but one, then let it be this:

Mean what you say and say what you mean, for a dwarves words are forged of hard iron and adamantite!"

YOU ARE:

A dwarf, of any age before 18
Someone under the care of Lex Ferrus, the premier dwarf of Meranthe

Taught of Enarr, Ualdir, and the Fourfold Path, but left to be free to choose if at all
Raised to value rules and order, but also given plenty of freedom between it all

Common rarity gear is akin to trash, anything given to you is likely to be above uncommon
Heavily influenced to take on a crafting class, particularly artificery as you have accompanied Lex plenty of times in the forges

Raised up mostly surrounded by non-magi dwarves, magic is a rarity oft seen only beside Lex
Taught to respect elders, whether they be mages or non-mages, until otherwise proven
Raised drinking ale before water, there's no minimum age requirement for dwarves

Conflicted in your views of dragonkind:
You have been taught of ancient grudges against dragonkind by the dwarven elders, something Lex neither stops nor partakes-
"It be nothin' ye need 'ta worry about." - Lex
At the same time, you have seen a few kindly drakanites about... or rather just one in the form of a Madelleine (when she's not sleeping in the open).

You are familiar with most of everyone in Stonehaven, despite 75% of them not being there at all.

(Just a rolehook. Never done this before. Should be alright. Contact _regalus for questions.)