Dis too late to join? I got stuck in a land of no wifi and data plan issues. But now Im back and should be ready to post a character if we have dah room
Name: Glodin Stonequarry Age(20 and up): 75 (equivalent to human age of 20) Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): just plain Knight Personality: Hard headed, gruff, strait to the point. Bio: The Stonequarry family were esteemed blacksmiths, some say they were the best in the land before Torin, Glodin's eldest brother, became head of the clan. He took the clan in a more mercantile direction and made the clan pretty wealthy, at the loss of the prestine craft of their forefathers and the secret of runic smithing. Before Glodin's father's passing, he passed down the clan and house to Torin, but he passed down his hammer and journal to the very young Glodin.
Years later after the forge in his home was converted into an oversized stove/heater, Glodin stumbled upon his father's journal once again and decided to read it. Using his father's forge, tools, and notes his father left; he learned how to smith metal into weapons, armor, and jewelry. Without the guidance of his father or a mentor, his skill has only just reached a point above standard. Since his start at smithing he had been trying to regain the former reputation of the clan and it's skill in crafts. He had joined the Knights with the hope of making a name for himself and reviving the old ways of the Stonequarry family. Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): Glodin's main weapon is his father's trusty Dwarven Thrower, its a warhammer that returns to the owner after it is thrown. His secondary is of his own handiwork, his heavy pick that he keeps on his back. Other:Glodin is an above par and self trained blacksmith and has been practicing his trade for the past thirty years. Post Example:
Glodin sat down on the bar stool still in his full plate with his hammer on his hip. "Give me yer strongest drink." His voice was deep and failed to hide his disgust. "I need it after dealing with my good-fer-nothin' brother..." As he spoke he dropped the coins on the counter, not bothering to count if he had overpaid. It was all he had left before he was paid at the end of the week but he didn't care that all of last weeks pay went to nothing but alcohol. Not only was his family pushing him away for sticking to the old ways, but he knew he would never climb in ranks because of his tendancy to be too stubborn to listen to some orders. Glodin was stuck in a rut that he felt he would never climb out of.