[hider=Iver][b]Name:[/b] Iver Thornwillow
[b]Age:[/b] 97
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Species:[/b] Gnome
[b]Kingdom of Origin:[/b] Ostracus 

[b]Physical appearance:[/b] Iver is of average height and weight for his race with the usual coppery skin tone. His untidy curly hair is a rich black color, hanging down past his ears barely. His facial features are very squared, giving him a strong jawline and a permanent look of smugness. He has grown a small goatee on the tip of his chin connected to a soul patch, thinking it makes him look more “suave”. He has eyes the color of sapphire beneath his dark, arched eyebrows.
[b]Attire:[/b] [url=http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff9/nacron/a67a788d40011b113dae78945b9657f8_zps0ed7365c.jpg] Iver’s Clothing/Armor [/url] is a mixture of leather and cloth. He wears simple clothing so as to not hinder his dexterity in combat, but wears leather in order to add some protection for himself. Iver also has a thick cloth cloak lined with light chainmail around the neck and shoulders to keep him warm on cold nights and to add some defense to his person. His thick leather belt is also equipped with a large belt pouch on his right to carry his burglar tools, coins, potions, poisons, and herbs.

[b]Personality:[/b] Above all else, Iver is arrogant and paranoid as well as untrustworthy. His arrogance holds no bounds, making him believe he is the best person in the room at any given time; he does nothing to hide this. In fact, he makes it a point to impart his “wisdom” on anyone that can stand to listen to him. He is very suspicious and paranoid of others, being known to be a bit of a racist at times. He doesn’t truly trust anyone, making him unwilling to do anything for anyone else unless they pay him a substantial fee of course. He himself is also a very untrustworthy person. He is out to save his own hide and will do anything to save his own life, even turn someone over to the Red Legion, but of course he would never do that because he wouldn’t trust them to keep their word.
[b]Hobbies/interests:[/b] Iver is usually seen fiddling with a coin of some sort and enjoys tinkering with just about anything he can get his hands on. He also enjoys gambling when he is able to. Smoking his pipe is also a hobby of his.
[b]Skills:[/b] Iver is an excellent gambler, being accused more than once of cheating even though he doesn’t. His pickpocketing prowess are unrivaled, as his small size makes it easy for him to slip his hand into someone’s pocket unnoticed or cut a coin purse and vanish into a crowd easily. His hobby with tinkering with things has led him to tinkering with locks a lot of the time, and this in turn has turned into an impressive skill at being able to pick most locks. As a Gnome, he is also brilliant when it comes to enchanting and making golems and medicinal potions. He has also learned how to make poisons as potent as his medicines.

[b]Backstory:[/b] Iver was born to simple parents in Ostracus as an only child. They raised him as best they good, maybe spoiling him a bit in the process. He studied under his father for fifteen years, learning all that he could about the natural Gnome arts from him in hopes of becoming a great inventor some day. At the age of thirty, Iver had set up a place of his own to work and to learn even more about enchanting and the building of golems. Iver began making golems for the military three years after setting up his own home and workshop and continued to do so for around twenty-five years, but he soon grew bored with his monotonous work for the military, churning out golem after golem for them. It was then he decided to leave his home and go out into the world to see what it had to offer and what he could learn. After resigning from the military and saying his goodbyes, Iver left and went out into the world at the age of fifty-eight. 

Iver began his journey by traveling around the kingdom of Ostracus to see what his homeland had to offer. He found his journey to be pleasant, if not a bit boring and uneventful. He saw the entirety of his homeland by constantly traveling for five years with his personal golem. Once he had seen all he could of his homeland at the age of sixty-three, Iver decided to go see the rest of the world. Beyond the comfort of the wall and his home, Iver met misery and hardship galore; he was robbed on several occasions by “tax collectors” and beaten and thrown out of inns for being accused of cheating when he wasn’t.

His bad luck just grew worse when the war broke out four years after he left his homeland; he was arrested by those fighting his people on the accusations of being a spy for the Gnomes, and his golem was destroyed piece by piece and studied. Iver was held captive until the end of the war; he was tortured, nearly starved, and interrogated regularly over the course of the nineteen years he was held. When the war finally did end, instead of being freed, Iver was sold into slavery; he was now eighty-six years old. He remained a slave for six long years, passing from master to master. His first master was some noble, who decided Iver would make a wonderful little sideshow jester for his guests. Once he became displeased with Iver after two years, the noble sold Iver to some plantation, where he spent another four years of his life. On the forth year, Iver managed to slip his binds and escape into the night.

When he did escape, he fled into the forests and was soon lost and would have starved if not for a tribe of Centaurs finding him and being kind enough to feed him and take him in. Iver heard from the centaurs that his people had constructed a massive wall to block out the rest of the world except for the occasional Dorak and Centaur traders, otherwise anyone who was not a Gnome would immediately captured and interrogated on the suspicion of being a spy. The tribe offered to take Iver home as they would be going there to trade with the Gnomes soon themselves. Iver denied the offer and left the tribe. After leaving, Iver traveled on his own, staying away from large settlements for a while. A year after leaving the tribe behind, Iver managed to make a new golem from stone instead of metal.

It has now been four years since Iver constructed his new golem. With the added security of his new golem, Iver has started exploring larger settlements without fear of being captured again.



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[b]Weaponry:[/b] Iver wears a [url=http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff9/nacron/Mobile%20Uploads/69681978-381e-4c20-a8b9-ca084e852335_zpsa810e1a3.jpg] short scimitar [/url] horizontally on the back of his belt, a dagger strapped to the left side of his belt, and two knives hidden on his person.
[b]Abilities:[/b] Iver’s small stature makes him difficult to hit, especially when he employs his dexterity and agility to dodge around blows as well as parry with his sword. He also has the ability to go about unseen and unheard. Iver also has the magic of his people to aid him in times of need, granting the ability to create golems, enchant items, and make strong medicinal potions.
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Besides the natural shortcomings of his race, Iver is also very arrogant and overestimates his own skills at times. His small size hinders him in combat, making his reach short and his strength something of a joke.
[b]Companion:[/b] Iver has a golem made of stone to accompany him, carry their supplies, and act as a bodyguard of sorts should the need arise.
[b]Other:[/b] Polaris
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