- Intro Video
I’m a Blacksmith/farrier. I make art too. You ask me what you want, I’ll tell you how long it will take to make. bare in mind I love to tinker, I am inclined to make mechanical new things. It’s fun, just not always successful. Weapons and armor are not my strong suit, but the more I make them the better I’ll get.
Also my girlfriend Rhea Thema can help me enchant a weapon I am in the processes of making, but only if I am in the process of making it. If you already have a thing that is enchanted or magically inclined, she can work with it.
I’m a mercenary. you have something you need help with, has something that needs getting, or just needs getting done, then I’m your guy. price of hire varies on what you want and what I need. My friend Rhea Thema might tag along by the way. We go way back.
- Who Am I...
[Nicholas > I'm kind so I'm told. My trade makes me strong, but my belly keeps me from being lean. You talk to me polity and without I'll intent we will get along.] [Marcus > I am abrasive, so I'm told. If being blunt and honest is abrasive then I accept the title. Though I have an impulse control problem thatis deffinatly a bad thing. Mainly its talking, as mentioned earleyer. I do have the problem of swinging at people to much, but I would never hurt anyone unless they took their gloves off and aimed for the kill. So yeah, I love to brawl and have a big mouth so sue me.]
- Romantic Interests
[Nicholas > Taken] [Marcus > Single, straight]
- Relationship Status
[Nicholas > Rhea Thema (Monogamous)] [Marcus > open to a relationship with a woman
- My Story Is...
That run down looking forge with the white and brown house, yeah that’s mine now. Just moved in and fully set up, though I need to fix up my forge some.
I come from a small village in a forest that I already forget how to get back to, don’t ask me to remember. I’m here to shoe horses, and make whatever this town needs to operate. I would like to branch out though.
I used to get into fights a lot, and I like it. granted probably a bad habit considering how different I am when I really fight, uninhabited. Yeah I fight better, but then… I talk to much joy in the pain I make. I don’t like the things I want to do, so i should probably find a better profession than mercenary. I like it though, and as long as I hold back, the disturbing thoughts are manageable, course I’m not as good at fighting like that too.
- My Appearance
Platinum blond hair kept short, just enough to run ones fingers through. His hair is darker though, a literal dirty blond due to his five days a week job, still when his hair i swashed, it catches and the sun, playing with it through its short strands before hurling it back in a faint glow. He has dull grey eyes that still express him through his glances and stares. Sometimes words aren’t needed. His skin is rough, but a health Caucasian, pockmarked by slag burns along his hairless arms and chest.
His attire varies, at work shirtless with a lose, thin pants colored dully, browns, tans, grey. Thick gloves that almost reach his elbows, and large belt with tools on them, mainly hammers. His common clothes are always button ups, buttoned all the way up. Unless told to, he is always in worn, light blue jeans outside of work. He wears black belt with interchangeable buckles. His build is neither toned nor average, a lot of muscle under his thin layer of fat. At 6′ 1″ and 260 pounds he can be imposing, if he wasn’t smiling all the time. Finally if you see him at work or shirtless, you well see a scar on his right shoulder that dips under his armpit and curls in a curved line down and across his mid back and to his left side.
Black hair cut short, not even enough hair for him to pull on when hes nervous. Grey mischievous eyes and a thin face. he seems thin, but the methodical nature of his walk, and the way he moves, gives a feel of strength about him. He wears a blue short sleeve tunic with black leather harness. The harness holds two maces in a x on his back. A spear rest in a diagonal holster under the maces. Oddly, he wears more straps than is needed for his weapons, gold and silver boarder disks has a iridescent blue in each of their centers. The disks appear at intervals around his torso. His pants are brown, thin for warm weather.
Small sheathed knife with a wood and black leather handle. Two bandannas, black (used for himself only) in his right back pocket, white (used for others and washed after each use) in his left back pocket. Sometimes a back pack with various tools and projects sometimes.
2 mace worn on his back, tear away harness that alows him to draw them swinging
1 spear, made of light weight metal, resistant to breaking. Worn on his back, must take time to draw it.
A thrsuste pack of sorts using Rhea Themas “propulsion force disks” They were supposed to knock people over, but the force created knocks the user back just as much. hehe I had her make a harness with them and use it to give me mobility over my opponents.
bracelet of shrunken throwing axes. I enlarge one to throw if I need to hit someone at range. I have four on each wrist with reloads in my bag, though that does mean only eight throws in one fight
- I Believe...
[Nicholas > That you shouldn't hit at all if it is Honorably possible to avoid hitting. But if ever you do hit, NEVER hit soft.] [Marcus > A true warrior feels fear, but says fuck it.]