Post by Claw on Sept 19, 2006 11:46:49 GMT -5
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[Name/Alais:]
[Contact Info:]
Your Character
[Full Name:]
Mythril Riom
[Age:]
18
[Gender:]
Male
[Date of Birth:]
Corus
[Place of Birth:]
14th October
[Residence:]
Rioms Forge
[Class:]
Commoner
[Title/rank:]
Journeyman
[Alignment:]
Good
[Occupation:]
Blacksmith and Glassblower.
[Appearance:]
Myth is of average height. He has a fairly rounded face, with a blunt nose and thin lipped mouth. His hair is auburn and kept cropped short for safety purposes; should it dangle into molten metal than his head would burst into flames. His is lined with muscles, and has an oddity in his throat, making it appear as though it’s covered in a layer of flexible glass. Which, to some extent, it is.
His eyes are the colour of his namesake, silvery tinged with blue. Only in a certain light do you catch the metal effect, but when you do, it is highly disconcerting, almost on par with his voice. His feet are of average size, and overall he appears unremarkable at close glance. Only at a look back would you notice about his eyes, and the burns that litter his large hands, and the odd scar on his face and arms. He has the appearance of a Blacksmith, and so suits his profession perfectly.
Despite looking clumsy, due to the size of his hands, he has surprising dexterity. This allows him to glass blow without undue difficulty.
[Attire:]
Myth wears his blacksmithing clothes most of the time. These consist of torn and dark trousers, more comfortable than stylish (by a long way), a plain long sleeved shirt (usually with the sleeves rolled up) and a leather apron littered with scorch marks, for the obvious reasons.
When forced into formal clothing, he wears a plain suit, and some silver wear which he made himself, usually a pair of rings and a pendant. Despite the minimalist look it suits him well and highlights his eyes.
[Personality:]
Myth is a friendly man. He enjoys making people happy, and if not a Blacksmith, he would've been a entertainer. As it is he is quikc to laughter, and has a good sense of humor. He is trusting and makes friends easily, but keeps his morals with him at all times and detests most rogues for their outright crookedness. He enjoys his life and will talk to anyone he likes the look of, judging by look as basic guidelines. Usually he can tell the people he likes.
Overall his is warm, friendly and a good laugh to be with. He makes a good friend, if a bit wrapped up in his work sometimes.
[Beliefs – personal and political:]
Myth is a strong advocate against violence, but understands that it is necessary. As of such he does forge weaponry, but only for those he knows will not misuse them. He only sells to knights generally, as he uses the best materials that money can buy (and some that money can’t.). He also follows Mithros.
[Fears:]
Being killed. Spiders he can handle. Being trapped in small confined spaces doesn’t worry him. But death… any chance of death repels him. He fears the afterlife, fearing ghosts and spirits all his life. He gets reduced to a shivering wreck if he thinks he’s going to die.
[Likes:]
-Food
-Working
-Silver
-Thorium
-Mithril
-Nights in the town.
(wait… is this a dating service?)
[Dislikes]
-Not much.
-Death
[Quirks:]
Has a voice which some find heavenly, others daemonic.
[Weapons:]
Hammer, but only used as a weapon in dire straits. (e.g threat of death.)
[Inventory:]
Hammer.
A pouch filled with various metals.
Vials of powdered crystal.
Magical heating stone.
[Strengths:]
-Blacksmithing.
-Glassblowing.
[Weaknesses:]
-Becomes a wreck when faced with death.
-Feels sick at the sight of blood.
-Hates violence. (can be a weakness.)
[Magic:]
None to speak of.
[Goal:]
To own a blacksmithing chain bigger than Ravens Armoury.
[Family:]
Mother- Living happily in Port Caynn.
Father- Living happily with his mother.
[Lover:]
None. (yet.)
[Familiar/Pet:]
None.
[History:]
Myth was born in Port Caynn. He grew up with his parents until he became a blacksmithing apprentice. He worked well for several years, but when he master died he was thrown into disarray. When a new master chose him he had to learn glassblowing as well, when the life changing accident happened.
He had been with her for several weeks, and not even touched a glassblowing pipe. And so, late one night, he snuck downstairs and mixed the ingredients to make glass. After he melted in the crucible, he gathered some up on the glassblowing pipe and blew. It all began fine, the glass expanding upwards. And then he nearly sneezed. I say nearly because he didn’t finish it. As he breathed in with the sneeze the glass collapsed inwards and rushed up the pipe, coating his throat. He immediately yelled, and grabbed the nearest thing with liquid in and drank it.
It was not water. It was a magically enhanced chemical compound which helps metal run when melted. And as it merged with the glass, it became a strange material. Impossible to take out without removing his tongue, he stuck with it. And it gave him an amazing voice. It created glass channels, which his voice echoed down. It gave the impression of more than one person speaking, and made his voice amazing.
Some believed it be unholy, others that it was a gift from Mithros. He was hated and respected in equal measure. Several years later he became an accomplished Blacksmith and Glassworker, and he moved to Corus and bought a shop there. He lives there now.
[Password:]
CORRECT
. Nice.