"I am Albin de Fabrica. Not the literal son of a forge. At least, I think."
Name:
Albin de Fabrica

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Class:
Merchant and Craftsman
(Just a note here, I find it weird how there's no middle class here. I don't really feel as Albin can fit into any one of the the slots, as he's not noble, nor is he a warrior. Serfs also rent land, so that's a no-no.)

Appearance:
Albin appears as most his age; young, unscarred, and normal. His most notable feature is his hair, which is an extraordinary shade of blonde that fades into a teal. Though, it is not natural. He accidentally bleached his hair while trying to create a polish for his blade. He stands at 5'9" tall and is of a slender build. His eyes are hazel, causing them to be more of a yellow colour, if anything. He tends not to wear armour, as his greatest asset is how fast he can run away. His clothing consists of anything warm and comfortable.

Personality:
Albin tends to be rather impulsive. Because of this, his emotions tend to change on a whim. Not like he was actually feeling the emotions that he acts out; he thinks it's more about getting his point across.

His interests really only include craftsmanship and metals. He wants to uncover the secrets of metal, especially steel. He's rather one-track minded in this aspect; he's usually more interested in proper care of weaponry than actually using the weapons themselves. He also tends to be absent-minded and oblivious at times, being unable to see or understand any minute details one may show.

Backstory:
Albin never quite knew his father, nor his mother. He never had the opportunity of meeting them. Or, at least, remembering meeting them. Albin was raised by the various craftsmen and their families . In return, he helped them with whatever they needed, such as helping on the forge, making weaponry for soldiers, fixing armour, and any other odd jobs a young boy could do. As such, the craftsmen gave him the name of de Forgia, as to show his upbringing by the community.

As he grew up, he slowly became more and more bored with the standard process of blacksmithing and creating craftworks. Copper was pretty much the only metal usable for the average smith. He became more and more interested in the properties of copper. However, his research within the walls had only gotten so far. He began to desire to leave the walls to create the strongest metal. Or, at least try to prove his half-cocked theories true.

On Albin's 16th birthday, began his plan. Using the various gifts given to him by other craftsmen, he worked on his sword. After a year and multiple failed attempts later, he made a workable sword. Though, it was rather curved. Still, it was a nice sword. One of the smiths managed to get a small amount of steel, to which Albin's heart began to pound. Whatever the metal was, he really liked it. He managed to stick it on the back end of his sword, helping it's durability significantly.

For the next year, Albin trained his combat skill. However, the curved blade didn't really work for any standard sword fighting strategy. He instead chose to draw the sword as fast as he could. The curved blade helped it and Albin decided that drawing the sword would be the one thing that he focused on.

After another year, Albin could strike fast by drawing the blade and attacking at the same time. Not quite the best strategy, but still useful. However, after all this training, the blade of the sword turned out to be quite dull and not as lustrous as it used to be. The next month or so was experimenting with various ways to clean the blade. Albin managed to create a nice substance to polish up his blade (after he repaired it, of course). While putting the mixture away, it managed to fall directly on his head.

When he had awoken, his scalp had been mildly burned, and his hair turned a strange colour. Albin didn't quite care, though. He thought he looked pretty nice. All trained up, he was ready for the adventure to find new metals.

Skills and Divine Abilities:
The Heart of Dragons
Albin has a sixth sense. Whenever he comes close to rare metals of any type, his heart rate begins to quicken. Additionally, he can turn a palm-sized rock into a flake of steel and a lot of dust by pressing his hands on it as hard as he can. Not that that's useful, anyways. It's much more of a parlour trick, if anything.

Craftsman
Due to his upbringing, Albin can repair various tools while inside of the dungeon. He also has an extensive knowledge of proper care for weaponry, armour, and tools. He also has a wide general knowledge on herbs, rocks, and metals.

The Drawing Sword
Due to Albin training only one specific skill in case he needed the ability to fight, he learned how to draw his sword extremely fast while striking at the same time. While this skill is extremely neat looking and strong to start a fight with, he really can't do anything else after drawing his sword.

Good Runner
Albin's second form of fighting; which is coincidentally fleeing. He can run faster than most, which is all that matters (especially in bear attacks).

Equipment:
Albin's Blade
The first good quality blade that Albin created. It is curved and only has one edge that can cut. This allows it to be drawn and swung much easier. Though, it is much more fragile and smaller than normal swords. Made out of mostly copper with a strip of steel across the flat edge, allowing it to not break instantly. Comes with a very ornate sheathe that looks lovely.

Albin's Clothes
They look nice and are warm and comfy. That's about it.

Craftsman's Gear
A belt containing a small and extremely tough hooked knife, a durable hammer, an extremely long length of bowstring, brick and mortar, and other small craftsman tools.

Favourite Food:
Oily bread with lots of herbs in it; an extremely rare treat that is just right.

Appearance:
Kostya's body has been put to the test in the mines and one can clearly see that: He stands at 6"4' and has an impressive, muscular build, however he's put on some fat by excessive eating and drinking as well. His hair has the color of a somewhat faded red that it has in common with the dense beard covering most of his face. He often looks grim, but that's more of a 'default state' of his facial expression than purpose. He appears to be older than he actually is.

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Class:
Serf

Personality:
Kostya is chronically wary. Life's hard and with the wrong attitude it can get even a lot harder, so keep the things in your pockets, have a look around frequently and don't believe what people tell you but what you can actually see. However, he himself would probably be his own arch-enemy: He hates pretty much the entire economical system that allows a few lazy people to live their wasteful lives whilst a majority has to suffer for it. If there would ever be a serious uprising, he would probably join. He became very good at hiding these thoughts and pretending the obedient servant that has accepted his fate a long time ago.

Background:
The Angelov family is quite large, but unsuccessful to a full-scale extent. His mother had gave birth to no less than six children, the first four of them sharing the same father. He died too early to get to know the last two - Kostya and his brother. Not having any monetary reserves, all of them had to menial jobs. Kostya ultimately descended into serfom as he first believed that one would take at least a bit of care of him for not loosing a good worker. It was a misjudgement and it took him many years of his life to work his way out of the mines, though it wasn't the legal way. Having been rather isolated from society during this time, he has lost track of his siblings, and they, whereever they are today, don't seem to be too dedicated in finding him either. Since at least his youngest brother Sasha would be easily identifiable, he assumes that he's dead. What he wants now is to escape the city, since with so many people that could find out who he actually is and report him to the authorities, it has become almost as dangerous as the wilderness outside.

Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bestial trait: As they were young childs, Kostya and Sasha once found a wounded Tak (a vicious flying creature that, despite being carnivorous, doesn't pose a serious threat to humans as it is too small). The two brothers in their childishness simply didn't know what kind of creature they were actually dealing with, but it was somewhat cute and allowed the two childs to approach as it was in a lethargic state. They cosseted it up and - returning to its original routine - it started biting them weakly and finally escaped. The two had collected the damaged and loosened fur of the creature's skin and put it into small metallic vials. They soon found out that as long as they carried them, they were granted some of the creature's speed. This is still true today, and though Kostya did slow down over the years as he became bigger, he can still move and fight at a surprising speed for his size.

Heavyweight: He isn't skilled in weapons, but in a brawl with bare hands he tends to be on the winning side. One can expect his attacks to hit really hard - if he hits that is.

Equipment:
Two-handed hammer: The shaft is thick and wooden, the head is made out of copper with a rather flat side and a pointed other one.
Dragonscale armor: One of the less expensive variants of body armor you can get, especially if you intend to pay flat out nothing for it.
Knife: Rather for common utility than for engaging enemies.
Tiny metallic jar filled with Tak fur, granting him his divine ability.
Rations and bedding.
Large supply of food and water.