Name: Surtr Nothung ([i]Black Wrath[/i]) prefers to be called Gram Age: ~500 years give or take ~500 years Gender: Sword. Identifies as male. Race: Flammenschwert Weapons: Weapons don't wield weapons, let's get serious here. Equipment: A masterfully crafted leather scabbard, upholstered in steel and trimmed in gold. The scabbard is fitted for both a sling, and a sword-belt depending on the wearer's preference, and both are attached for the moment. The leather is equal in quality to the scabbard, and both straps are properly and appropriately fitted and trimmed. Inventory: Swords don't have inventories, let's be serious here. Appearance: [img=https://www.swordsandarmor.com/images/SD901098_Flamberge_Sword.jpg] Obviously the sheath has more gold fittings and such, the sword belt is a pretty typical fancy sword belt. I suggest you watch Game of Thrones if you don't know what I'm talking about, this is pretty basic medieval stuff, use your imagination. You've gotten this far with it, I believe in you. Background: Gram was forged in dragonfire under the supervision of a cabal of master bladesmiths. The greatest of them did the actual forging. He laboured constantly for days in the heat of the smithy, powering through fatigue, hunger, thirst, and the stench of the burning flesh of the children that were being sacrificed to keep the dragonfire burning in the kiln. Wrought from the guts of a fallen star, it is said to be without peer. Even lacking any enchantment, any obvious magical influence whatsoever, it has still proven unbreakable, and undullable. Despite centuries of slicing up pike hafts and crushing through helmets, Gram's edge is as sharp as the razor used to shave the man who was the king at the time of its forging. And thanks to the nature of its creation, the blade gained, not just these incredibly traits, but also the ability to think, to reason, and to communicate. It blames the magic in the fire, and the screams of the still-living children that were thrown into the fire, as well as the pure concentration of skill that was present when it was forged. No one really knows how the blade can do such things, however. Personality: "Bloodthirsty" is a favourite word of past wielders when asked to describe the blade. Those not around when it was used for fighting tend to use words like "Smarter than expected" and "somewhat disturbing" along with the occasional "I thought it was kind of funny". In general, Gram enjoys dark humour and the slaughter of living things, not what one would consider a pleasant instrument of death, one would assume most weapons must think this way, or else they'd likely sink into depression trying to remain cheerful and optimistic. Gram has assured more than a few people that weapons that break, are weapons that sank into depression for one reason or another. Job: Sword, Flammenschwert, Weapon of War, Slayer of Things, Breaker of Bones, Render of Armour, Destroyer, Life-Ender, Soul-Releaser, Killer. Skills: Being a sword, being unbreakable, killing, breaking things, rending armour, being a weapon. The level of excellence with which these things are achieved is generally limited by his wielder. Traits: Heavy, unbreakable, remarkably and eternally sharp, violent, rude. Magic: Possessing no actual magical powers, Gram is simply magical by nature. Talent: Death-Dealing Strengths: Offense Weaknesses: Defense Theme: TBA What say you, glorious leader?