[CHAR] Tales of Roaming Wanderers

[Stuzzie]

This is my -revised- character: Jack Riptor.


Full name: Jack Riptor
Nickname: Ashe. This nickname was given by his uncle Frasier, when Jack was just a little boy.
Jack was with his uncle when Jack tripped and fell in a big pile of ashes. Frasier found it comical and thus he gave Jack this nickname and kept calling him 'Ashe'. Because Jack loved his uncle very much, and he -secretly- liked the nickname, he decided to take on the name Ashe as his second name.
Age: 29 years old

Height: 5,9" / 1.80 metres
Weight: 152 pounds / 69 kilograms
Hair Color and Style: Blonde hair, reaching his shoulders, with a tail on top.
Scar(s): Jack has a scarred line on his right cheek.

Skills and abilities:
Jack has been very intuitive since he was a small child. One of his abilities is that he quickly learns new languages.
His strong intuition also helps him to communicate with animals and to know his next direction according to his 'inner compas' (intuition).

For defensive causes, at age 22, Jack has started to train his swordfighting & natural healing skills.

Jack's hobby is making music on his guitar, tin whistle or harp. He has been playing since his 7th birthday, when he inherited the three musical instruments.

HIStory:
Jack's father and mother were both teaching at the local school when Jack was born. He was a good and healthy baby. The small town boy was raised to believe anything is possible and can be created with faith.

As a teenager Jack was already a famous musician in it's birthplace and surroundings, after he inherited a guitar, a harp and a tin whistle.
He played in a band called "The Merlins", mostly in pubs and inns. However often they would travel straight to Eastern parts of his country to perform for crowds ranging from hundreds to thousands of fans.
The band fell apart a few years later after that and Jack decided to go live at his hometown once again.

Jack was still single. His parents were thinking about retiring and becoming globetrotters. When Jack heard this he decided to built an own home just outside his birthplace. There was a vacancy for becoming a District Keeper, and naturally, Jack got the job when he had offered himself.
As a keeper however it was important to know how to well defend himself and his district. This was the reason for Jack to move into his uncle Frasier's house while his own house was being built.

Frasier and Jack had a close connection since Jack's birth. Frasier always calling by his nickname 'Ashe'. His uncle Frasier served the army as a soldier and as a commander-in-chief.
From him he learned basic self-healing skills and swordfighting technics.

Now we are a few years past that. Jack is still District Keeper and is also travelling around the globe to meet other people.

[MissCapnCrunch]

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𝓝𝓱𝓲𝓪 𝓚𝓾𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻𝒆

Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏɴᴇ
Tʜᴇ sᴀʟᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴘs ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴋɪɴ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ sᴇᴀ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ

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Name

Nhia Kuevere

Nickame

Nini. Nhia usually is short enough though.

Birthday & Age

Summer born. Twenty-One

Height & Weight

Five Foot Five. One Hundred and Ten Pounds.

Dreads & Eyes

Blonde Hair. Blue Eyes.

Personality

Reckless. Charming. Secretive. Bold. Carefree.

Nhia from an outsider's point of view might be seen as a free spirit and a reckless one at that. She is sun kissed and always driven to the water ever since she was a young child. People that she have encountered have stated that she is quite charming, but on the other hand so are the angler fish that dwell down below. Some of her quirks include: Eating sunflowers seeds and biting her lower lip when she's thinking about something. Nhia can be heard humming or or whistling when she's in a cheerful or happy mood.

Skills & Abilities

Nhia is a fisherman's daughter so she excels in fishing, sailing, and a bit of navigation.

History

"Come now Nhia, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the bird that brings your daddy home." a father called to his child. The family had invited several sailors over for dinner to celebrate a safe journey, and the good season they had for fishing. The family and several other families had found their home next to the sea and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Nhia, sing!" her mother now insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.

"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock
A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"

"Nhia!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests, while her father let out a hearty laugh. Nhia giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." she gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Nhia's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards her bedroom in the small home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Nhia away.

As Nhia aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family, besides her father found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Nhia, you need to mature just a little, you're over fifteen years old now." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Nhia smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her mother had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing her daughter, while the daughter half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes."

"Your father and I think it time you be married." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of participation. Nhia responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her blue and grey shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.

Nhia didn't want to be forced into a marriage so young, so during the night she packed up as much as she could and took to the only place who seemed to understand her- the sea. She has been out to sea for six years and has finally decided to come back to land, looking for life to bring her another way.

[Flightless_Soul]

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Full Name: Saeras Greywulf
Nickname: (None)
Age: 25 Winters Old

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 142 lbs
Hair Color and Style: Long, braided brown hair

Other Appearance Traits:
Saeras is of average shape and breast size with a slight hourglass curve to her figure. Her crystaline eyes are accented by her dark war paint on her face, as is customary in her village when a child comes of age to be a hunter. She has two claw marks on her left cheek from where a bear had attacked her while she was hunting and another on her thigh from when she fell from a cliff and skewered her leg on a sharp branch.

Saeras wears little to no armor either, as she prefers mobility over protection. If she must, she wears a cuirass made of boiled, hardened leather and fur, fur lined leather armbands and greaves to protect her shins. All this is usually worn over a hooded forest green tunic with a dark brown long sleeved shirt and leggings underneath.

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Skills and Abilities:

-Maksmanship: Years of hunting and defending her village from hostile tribes has made Saeras into an efficient and deadly archer. She could pin a bird by its wing from yards away, but that's not to say sometimes she does miss her mark. Even so, she has the eyes of an eagle and can swiftly deliver an arrow down range.

-Stealth: When hunting their prey, one must be as the predator. Saeras has learned over the years to move quietly and to be unseen. She is proficient in stalking her prey and using both shadow and natural foliage to her advantage. These skills also came in handy for ambushing enemies in the forest.

-Tracking: As any hunter, Saeras can track her prey easily by any sign they leave, whether it be footprints, broken branches, sound, smell, etc.

Disabilities:

-Uneducated: Growing up solely among her tribe, Saeras does not speak nor understand any other language than her own. She also cannot read or write.

-Unprotected: Wearing virtually no armor at all means she is more vulnerable to any attack. Hence she prefers to take enemies by surprise than face them head on.

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Hobbies:

-Cooking: Well you can't just eat venison raw. Saeras will admit it is more out of survival than recreation, but she does enjoy it. The smell of roasted venison and vegetables simmering in a hearty pot of stew warms her soul and brings her solace when she is troubled.

-Music: On nights when she was alone in the forest, her ocarina kept her company. She would play a tune upon it to keep her mind at ease and not go crazy from either the frigid cold or the lack of human companionship, as hunting tended to take her miles away from her home.

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History:

m.youtube.com/watch?v=OEE5NYn6GyI

Saeras hails from the far north from a tribe of hunters and gatherers who lived in the snowy pine forests. Her mother was frail and weak when she gave birth. It was no surprise to any she would die. Her father was left then to raise her. One of the village's hunters, he trained his daughter in the ways of the predator. He taught her how to draw a bow and make every arrow count and how to stalk her prey and become a ghost in the wild. He was a harsh but fair teacher, and under his wing Saeras grew to be a hunter herself.

Life was hard in the north. Food was often scarce, and if the bitter cold or hungry predators didn't kill you, the other tribes would. Saeras' tribe had been involved in many bloody conflicts over the years. The surrounding tribes often attacked them, trying to wrestle their territory. By her early teens, Saeras had killed both man and beast. She was not adept in the way of sword or axe as her other tribesmen, but her bow saved her life countless times on the battlefields of bloodstained snow, as did her knowledge of camouflage.

A few winters had passed, taking her father along with them. Years of conflict and bloodshed had left its mark on her people. Slowly, her tribe was dying. It seemed each day that passed, a loved one had to be buried. The constant warfare had driven away the animals of the forest, their only source of food during the hard snowy season, and left the trees barren of their ripened fruits. Saeras knew these were the end days of her tribe, and rather than endure the pain of seeing her people wither away...she simply left...with hopes of one day bringing an end to her people's suffering.

Years went on. She had traveled the land far and wide, with only her bow and her ocarina. She had seen how other people had prospered and were fruitful. In short, it made her envious and mournful of her tribe's stubborn will. She knew they would refuse to move. It was the land of their ancestors, the forest and the mountains, but the land was barren now and gave nothing to them.

It was upon standing on a hill overlooking a flourishing hamlet...that Saeras wept. She wept for her people, who she knew when she returned...would no longer be there... It was not the cold nor the starving that brought them to an end...but their own foolishness.

There was no point in returning, and so, she tarried down the hill and began life anew.

[Kidd]

Ryanna

Aliases: Ryanna Taylor, Ryanna Maddox
Nickname: Ryan
Age: Late 20s

APPEARANCE

Ryan is short and wide eyed, giving her a deceptively young and innocent appearance. They are difficult to see, but she has pale freckles across her nose and cheeks--they're more obvious in the bright sun. She has full blond hair that fall into curls to her shoulders, which are fair and do not tan in the sun. Her figure is slim and small, and she is prone to twitching and short, quick movements. She likes to wear skirts and dresses with her armor, giving her a girly style.
Height: 5'3" / 160cm
Weight: 115 lbs

PERSONALITY

Contrasted to her innocent appearance, Ryan is introverted in nature and grouchy. She can put on a friendly face easily enough and she is difficult to read at times, but she is easily bristled by the slightest inconveniences. If no consequences will come of it, she will express her frustration and come off as rather rude in doing so. When she wants something, she is unapologetically sweet as she can be. People who know her will see right through the strange kindness, but strangers are generally none-the-wiser. Despite herself, she is easily flustered or embarrassed, and has trouble laughing at herself. She has no problem laughing at others, however, and may come off as rather mean because of it. Beyond her...charismatic personality, she is observant and curious. She isn't very loyal to individuals, but she is dedicated to her cause and works well with others when goals align. Ryan is determined to improve herself everyday, fearful of being a group's weak link. This makes her rather scornful to laziness and envious of natural talent.

SKILLS

• Clothes making & magic: the two go hand in hand as she's developed a magic to bring out a person's strongest qualities through the clothes she wears. For example, she has gloves threaded with enchanted cotton that makes her physically stronger.
• Basic sword & knife play: she struggled keeping up with others when she was part of an army, but she learned the basics and beyond even if she isn't an impressive foe.
• Charismatic and manipulative: she won't hesitate to play a part with someone if it means getting what she wants from them.
• Works well in a group: Ryan takes comfort in working with others and having people to depend on. She finds it easier than working by herself.

HISTORY

Ryan has been through a number of occupations and alliances. She first joined Alandryna's army against Rothen's growing control. However, she wasn't as strong or fit as most of the soldiers. So she turned to magic and subterfuge. As a result, she was recruited as a spy and infiltrated Rothen's highest nobility and royalty as a tailor. Through her training for this, she discovered she was an excellent tailor and seamstress, and she almost enjoyed her time in the castle. She grew closest to the crown prince of Rothen, who was rather young and arrogant when it came to women. Information from him and sent back to Alandryna saved hundreds of lives and turned the war in their favor for a short while. However, the crown prince left the castle to establish himself in the kingdom, so she was suddenly without her best informant. Struggling for information, she grew less careful and the war was slowly turning back into Rothen's favor. The King's attention was settling on her. So she fled the castle and country to scrape by among thieves and lowlifes.

[Doc Doctor]

Suliss the Thief

Name: Suliss the Thief
Age: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Race: Usually human
Alignment: Evil



Appearance- He could be anyone.



*Equipment: Naught but a mere dagger with a seven inch blade.



Abilities- Suliss is a powerful sorcerer with access to many forbidden magics. He is currently in the body of an average joe, and as such from a physical standpoint is completely normal. His body right now is around twenty-five years of age, can bench press 175 pounds, and can run 15 miles per hour.

*Body Steal: Suliss has the power to change bodies with his victims by unleashing the appropriate spell whilst in physical contact with them. This works even if they wear clothing, armor, or other forms of mobile protection, so long as they can feel the pressure of his direct contact, or he can feel the pressure of their physical contact, or if he's in contact with any living tissues on their main person. To ready the spell, he must recite the following incantation. Once he has recited it, he can activate the spell a single time at will within the next ten minutes. The incantation can work even if he only mouths the words.

"Thig Mòr Athair!
Thoir dhomh an fheoil mo nàmhaid.

Airson tròcair m 'anam.
Airson a 'phuing mo bhàis.
Eisdibh rium -mach à bho mo dhìteadh guth.

Bidh mi a ' lùbadh fheòil a thoil, Mòr Athair!
Bidh mi a ' lùbadh fheòil a thoil, Mòr Athair!
Bidh mi a ' lùbadh fheòil a thoil, Mòr Athair!

Dòcha chaillte n-anaman a ghabhail gus ur shuthain uaimh!

Bidh mi a ' lùbadh fheòil a thoil, Mòr Athair!
Bidh mi a ' lùbadh fheòil a thoil, Mòr Athair!
Bidh mi a ' lùbadh fheòil a thoil, Mòr Athair!"

When he switches bodies, he gains unrestricted access to all of his victim's powers with a full knowledge of their abilities and skills. Suliss must repeat the entire chant to complete the change, and has to start over from the beginning if he loses contact with the opponent. If he is interrupted from speaking, he can pick up where he left off, so punching him in the mouth wouldn't force him to start over. If new forms allow him to speak faster, then he may complete the ritual all the more quickly. Currently, it takes him twenty seconds to finish.

*Siphon: Suliss can emit a spell that steals a lifeform's energy and transfers it to himself. The converted energy can be used to increase his own strength or allow him to immediately cast a spell with equivalent or less power than was gained. He slowly loses the power over time unless he switches into a new body more powerful than his own, in which case he can keep all of the power he stole. He loses all power gained after exactly one hour. It currently takes him two seconds to charge a weak Siphon spell which travels at 329 fps and steals 5% of an opponent's vitality, thus creating a 10% gap in strength. Every two seconds the spell is charged tacks on another 5% drain, and with a fifty second charge he can entirely drain a victim. If he makes physical contact with an opponent whilst Siphon is charging, he can continually drain 5% from them every two seconds. He can dual cast this spell with both hands to steal 5% per second, or half the charge time of the max power Siphon. If he switches bodies with a Siphoned opponent, he loses no strength and the opponent gains nothing. This spell creates a thick, sickly yellow haze around his hands.

*Wrack: This spell functions with the same power charge as Siphon, except instead of stealing strength, it inflicts enormous agony. The more time Wrack is charged, the more intense the pain is and the longer it lasts. The pain lasts for half as long as the spell is charged. A two second Wrack spell will make one's body feel as if it were beset on all sides by needles covered in salt and vinegar. At half power the body feels like a giant testicle that has just been crushed flat by a hot waffle iron. At full power the victim feels all the agonies of ultimate hell, and unless they have some ability that renders them immune to pain or their body functions differently from other biological life forms, they will typically die instantly from shock. Wrack manifests as crackling maroon energy winding about Suliss's mitts like snakes.

*FoulFire: A form of fire magic that, instead of burning the flesh, slowly flays and peels it apart like a cheese grater on a banana skin. It functions with the two second charge of course, with a weak spell being painful but almost negligible, and a max power Foulfire able to slowly and irrevocably entirely separate an entity's tissues from its skeleton. Usually a direct hit from a half charged Foulfire is enough to send a human into shock and kill them from blood loss. When charging this attack, his fingertips are set alight with dripping green flames.

*Chain: By charging a spell for an extra five seconds, Suliss can make the attack bounce from target to target without losing momentum. With this versatile trick, he can pinball an attack throughout an entire army. Each target must be within 100 yards of the next to get hit. Suliss can steal mass amounts of power in populated areas this way.

*Asylum: This spell can only be used after a full minute of one-handed charging, or thirty seconds with both hands occupied. It creates a magical barrier ten yards across, a perfect black orb that lets nothing in or out, lasting for twenty seconds. Whilst in the orb Suliss can /instantly/ charge his magic, allowing him to spam spells as fast as he can think them. Needless to say, getting caught in it is undesirable. No spells can be fired past the confines of the orb.

*Mix-Ups: Suliss can use his dual casting ability to mix and intertwine his magics to create new spell combinations, such as WrackFire, Siphoning Flames, and LeechWrack. His ultimate attack is to combine all three spells by using his mouth as a third conduit to charge another spell, though this greatly taxes his stamina and leaves him too weak to walk afterwards. The result is LitchFire, a flamethrower-like assault that can continue shoot forth and burn for as long as it can Siphon energy from a victim. Its heat depends on the victim's durability, as the Siphon will continuously fuel the power of the fire with the target's own life force. If set on fire, the only way to put out the flame is to remove whatever part of the body the fire is feeding on. Like all of the other spells, LitchFire follows the two second charge rule.

The speed of the spells and the charge rate may change if Suliss harnesses bodies with greater reserves of life force.



Personality- Suliss is a cruel and conniving villain that desires only power. He enjoys dominating others more than life itself. Throughout his countless ages of switching bodies, his own personal identity has dissolved save for his core desires and ambitions, turning him into a sadistic machine-like creature with no set body. He has no quirks, no little likes or dislikes, nothing like that. He relentlessly pursues power without rest, and that is all.

History- It is not known for how long Suliss has lived. He himself doesn't know. It is not known from whence he came, or where he is going. All that is known, to a select few who know more than they wish they did, that up until a few days ago, Suliss had been imprisoned beneath the ground in the skeletal corpse of a dead woman, having been buried alive many years ago. Grave diggers. Idiots. They went and took Suliss out from his prison, and in return he freed them from their bodies. Again now he resumes his quest to attain ultimate power, and to gain dominion over all existence by working his way up the chain of command until he can inhabit the greatest form of all.

In truth, however, Suliss was the grandson of a powerful sorcerer once feared throughout many realms, a wicked man known as Count Malimore Maclung. Malimore exercised all kinds of foul black magicks, many of which may not be spoken of in polite society. He trained a then young Suliss Maclung in the dark arts, but then and without warning, Malimore vanished. At the time, some said he achieved such power that he ascended into some other morbid existence. Others claimed that his grandson slew him and hid the body. Whatever the case, Suliss is no longer a Maclung. He left that life behind long, long ago.

Theme Music-

[Tera]

Appearance

Full name: Erwald Nemesis
Nickname: "mom"
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Role: Support

Height: Tall
Weight: Average
Hair Color and Style: Messy black hair
Other appearance trait(s): Wears spectacles. Slender, delicate-looking fingers.
Personality: Calm, Gentle, Sensitive, Caring

Skills and abilities:

Healing Magic

HP Heal	HP Regenerate	Status Buff
Cure Debuff	Support	Light Damage

Tinkering Skills

Build	Program/Command	Repair/Debug
Detect Weakness	Hack/Hijack	Bug/Virus

Momming Skills

cook your homemade dishes	sew your ripped clothes	nurse you when you are sick
do all the cleaning	remind you to pee before battle	spank your butt for being naughty

History:

Quest for Phoenix Down

Born in a church and showered with blessing of the god of light, Erwald was gifted with the magic of light and healing. He was then tasked to heal people from their physical sufferings. Erwald got really upset after seeing people dying in front of him, as he did not have the ability to save people from serious injuries or sicknesses. At the age of 21, he decided to leave the church and go on a journey in search for the legendary skill/item to revive the dead.

Father's Inheritance

When the boy was not in church, he would spend his time in his father's (a mechanic) workshop, learning about building and fixing machines. He was really obsessed with how much he could do with simple programmed robots and would spend day and night just to perfect his creations.

[Howilng Zinogre]

Fatir just a little more muscular

Name
Fatir Forgesmith

Age
23

Height
6’2

Weight
200lbs

Hair
Stark white

Eye
(Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris.

Sex
Male

Race
Drow descendant

Distinguishing features
Bright smiles and bright eyes

Skills

Blacksmithing
knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up.

Drawing
Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said

Physique
Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.)

Abilities

Mystic Forge
Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle.
No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks
1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks
2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks
3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks

Weapons encyclopedia
Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge.

Darkvision
Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness

Fairy Fire
Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination.

Weapon Mastery
If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses

Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)
When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy.

Appraisal
Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them.

Mining
Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge

Personality
Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)

History
Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place.

It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way.

When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state,

Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.

Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping

Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.

G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal.

10yrs later

Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.