[hider=Veteran soldier, and all round grumpy grandpa. Odran Stormweaver][hr][hr][center][color=00CED1][h1]Odran Stormweaver[/h1][/color][center][img] https://i.imgur.com/pXyS7Vb.jpg[/img] [code]184 - Male - He/Him - The veteran[/code][/center] [color=00CED1][i]"For Iron and Stone!"[/i][/color] [color=darkgray][b]—Odran Stormweaver[/b][/color][/center] [hr][hr] [color=00CED1][b]NAME[/b][/color] Odran Stormweaver [color=00CED1][b]RACE[/b][/color] Iron Dwarf [indent]Hailing from the hewn halls of their mountain homes, iron dwarves are known for their hardy constitutions and stubborn attitudes. Like their steel cousins, iron dwarves are stalwart and traditional, and their families are organized into great clans. Different clans are known for their varying specializations in different forms of craft, be it gems, gunpowder or steel. Iron dwarves have long memories and lifespans, and have defended Ironspire for thousands of years, and shall continue to do so for thousands more. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]CLASS[/b][/color] Ranger/Artificer [indent]Odran is no mere hunter or frontiersman, though they are capable of both. A ranger of the Ironborn Free Company, Odran is a skilled scout and marksman, slowly stalking across the battlefield clad in heavy armor with both patience and precision. Dwarven Rangers are both experts of their mountain regions and experts of their gear, each a capable craftsdwarf in their own right. Intead of the natural magics of elven and human rangers, Odran instead is a capable runesmith, inscribing specialized runes into equipment to perform specific effects. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]Appearance[/b][/color] [indent]Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's wide and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 4'8", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's often denser than most humans, and certainly weighs an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height. His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively short frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the copper hair over his head is sheared on the sides and pulled into a tight, short ponytail behind his head. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloths and leather, but in battle [url=https://i.imgur.com/Jau4hF2.jpg]he pulls on[/url] a hefty chainmail hauberk and hardened steel plate carapace over his leathers, his short legs stomping across the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fight, and regularly wears an eyepatch- a mark of a battle from long ago.[/indent] [hr][hr] [color=00CED1][b]HISTORY[/b][/color] [indent]A career soldier, tinkerer, rune crafter and scout, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Eldoria for their weapons, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor of weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Ironspire Citadel's clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past. Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a Ranger Scout in its service fighting against the infestations of goblins and mountain orcs that sought out the vast wealth of the mountain citadel. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the designated Lead Scout of the Ironborn Company, and a notable veteran in his own right. Almost a century later, Odran is the veteran of countless battles and campaigns across the mountain range and even occasionally out of it. During one such expedition above ground, Odran witnessed a shooting star fall from the sky and crash into the ground ahead of him. Making the journey to the crater, within it Odran found a firearm unlike any he had ever seen before. When he reached out to grab it, Odran was taken to the Fates themselves. Though initially wondering if he had died, Odran took little convincing to accept his mission- after all, fighting Malakith was what he and the Ironborn had been training to fight against their entire lives. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]FEARS[/b][/color] [indent]Odran avoids sleeping sober. After a near century of fighting, and both witnessing and dealing in untold death, Odran's psyche has been irrepably marred. To avoid harsh memories, Odran keeps his hands and mind busy as often as possible, and indulges in vices like alcohol or tobacco. A strong drink before bed keeps his mind from wandering. Like his dreams, above all Odran fears a foe that he cannot physically overcome. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]GOALS[/b][/color] [indent]Odran's drive has always been the safeguarding of his family and his home- in that order. Even after becoming a fated warrior, his goals have not changed, only his foe. He does not care for lofty ambitions or goals, preferring to keep things simple whenever possible.[/indent] [color=00CED1][b]SECRETS[/b][/color] [indent]Something of an open secret, at least among his company Odran has adopted an orphan his company found during a mission to a small fringe town within the mountain ranges. The town had been ravaged by a pack of orcs. After clearing the town, Odran came across a youngling and her slain parents. Taking pity on the child, Odran adopted her as his own, unbeknownst to the rest of his clan. The young dwarf, Alfira, currently serves as Odran's shield dwarf (A dwarvish take on a knight's squire). [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]FLAW[/b][/color] [indent]Odran is hard headed and stubborn, almost famously so. Unwavering like an oak tree- even to his detriment sometimes. Odran's has little tact and deft when it comes to talking to more highborn folk, and isn't afraid to say what is on his mind, exactly how he sees it- no matter whom it might offend. [/indent] [hr][hr] [color=00CED1][b]Skills[/b][/color] [indent]Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. A veteran of decades of fighting, Odran is proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and small unit tactics. Head of a ranger unit, Odran is capable of operating away from friendly lines for long periods of time, and conducts battle with a calm and level head. Patience and preparedness are among the core tenants of an Ironborn Ranger, and Odran keeps his packs and gear meticulously organized. Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing a heavy crossbow or rifle from a fixed position or methodically advancing with his rifle before switching to bayonet or axe. A precise and durable marksman, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft despite his size. Odran is no slouch in a melee either, be it using his rifle as a spear, or with his axe and bayonet in hand. Rather capable with his hands, Odran, though not a dedicated craftsdwarf, is still a capable smith- able to make repairs to and maintain his weapons and armor, as well as build new ones if given the proper materials and time. Unlike human and elven rangers, Odran eschews more natural magic in place of runecrafted magic. Spells and effects are carved into surfaces of weapons and equipment with specialized tools to be used at later times. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]ABILITIES[/b][/color] [indent][b][u]Runecrafting:[/u][/b][/indent] [indent]While not his primary trade, Odran carries a set of runecarving tools for the purpose of carving dwarven runes into a variety of objects. Large intricate runes on the ground can explode or create snare traps, small runes inscribed on bullets to give it elemental properties, or runes carved onto mundane gear to give it magical effects. Not a primary method of combat, but used as a supplement to his combat style. Unsurprisingly, his preferred runes imbue elements and other magical effects upon his ammunition and weapons, and often keeps a satchel of runic ammunition on hand.[/indent] [color=00CED1][b]FATED WEAPON[/b][/color] [indent]Odran's fated weapon is the Meteor Rifle, which takes the form of an intricately crafted rifle of forged starmetal, and adorned with silver and carved with runes. Despite its supernatural nature, it is rather familiar to Dwarven hands. A bayonet of similar star metal is attached to its end, but can be removed to be wielded as a blade in hand. In lieu of gunpowder and shot, the Meteor Rifle fires bolts of starmetal from its barrel, cracking like rumbling thunder with every pull of the trigger. The rifle's attacks grow stronger in potency the longer Odran waits between pulls of the trigger. This allows Odran to choose between rapid, but weak barrages of attacks or slower, more powerful strikes. A chamber in the center of the rifle allows Odran to insert carved runes to augment his attacks, though each rune can only be used once and must be prepared between battles.[/indent] [hider=Alfira Stormweaver] [center][color=00CED1][h1]Alfira Stormweaver[/h1][/color] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dwLsHBS.png[/img] 30 - She/her - The Spunky Shield Dwarf[/center][/center] [color=00CED1][b]RACE[/b][/color] [indent]Iron Dwarf[/indent] [color=00CED1][b]CLASS[/b][/color] Shield Dwarf [indent]The equivalent of a human knight's squire, Shieldbearer Aspirants- referred to as Shield Dwarves in modern times, act as second-line fighters, assistants and trainees under more experienced clan warriors. A shield dwarf's career may take any where from a few years, to a few decades, and these individuals are often capable fighters in their own right. Along with general skills, Shield Dwarves also often pick up skills specific to their mentors, as well as a variety of camp skills.[/indent] [color=00CED1][b]Appearance[/b][/color] [indent] On the shorter side for dwarven women, and Alfira stands at around 4 feet in height, and is rather noticeable with her mane of copper orange hair. Sporting fair skin and a dense musculature, Alfira is often seen with a snarky smirk and a curious twinkle in her eye. She often wears thick furs and leathers, but dons a dwarven steel half-plate over a chainmail hauberk in combat. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]HISTORY[/b][/color] [indent]Orphaned as the result of an orcish attack on her village, Alfira was found by Odran when she was 8. The old dwarf took her in as his own daughter, and while she technically does not belong Stormweaver clan, she still claims it as her own clan name. As it wasn't uncommon for the Ironborn Free Company to take on camp followers- merchants, families, tagalongs and the like, Alfira spent most of her early life with the military company. Around reaching her adolescence, Alfira would spend the next decade or so training under craftsdwarves in what amounts to the 'standard' education for Iron Dwarves within the Ironspire Citadel. Reaching an adequate level of proficiency in near record time, Alfira was quick to rejoin the Ironborn Free Company around the age of 25. Rejoining the Ironborn Free Company as her adoptive father's Shield Dwarf, Alfira has served in this role for the past 5 years now. She longs for the day when she can put down the apprentice's shield and pick up a rifle as a full fledged member of the Ironborn Company's combat troops. [/indent] [color=00CED1][b]Skills[/b][/color] [indent]Spry and energetic, Alfira is dexterous and quick, having taken to life in the military with a surprising amount of gusto- though there are still plenty of things to complain about. In combat, she serves as a Shield Dwarf, clad in armor and carrying an axe and shield, with a crossbow as a supporting weapon. Though lacking in experience, Alfira is strong for her size, and while her father rarely lets her loose on the battlefield, she can hold her own against basic foes. Despite her gripes, Alfira is extremely organized and competent as a camp manager. Keeping stock of supplies, building and tearing down tents, preparing food, making repairs to equipment, assisting warriors with the donning of armor, or doing other jobs her adoptive father 'doesn't care to do'. Such is the life of a Shield Dwarf. [/indent] [/hider] [/hider]