Name: Leonidas "Leo" Conmenticius
Age: 32
Race: Imperial
Class: Architect of Sorcery
Appearance: Standing at about 6'0, with a slim and wiry frame, Leo hides his surprising strength very well. With the normal tanned skin, dark eyes and dark hair of your average Imperial, it’s only Leo’s bright excitement, and the childish, dimpled grin that lights up his face that makes him stand out. With unruly, uneven, curly hair that is somewhat singed at the ends – he likes to experiment – and various burn marks, cuts and bruises, you can tell he doesn't particularly lead a quiet life. His elf-like, pointed face is nearly always covered in a shadow of stubble; shaving is never his number one priority. Overall, he certainly draws the eye for one reason of another.

Personality: As one can tell from above, he’s quite the experimenter. Always on the look-out for something new and innovative, his own genius mind often makes break-throughs that others find... a bit too quirky. Despite a fair amount of failures in his far-fetched past, he never gives up on something, making him a stubbornly loyal friend to have. On top of this, he has a certain childish arrogance about him – nothing too over the top, but it’s not uncommon for him to scoff down ideas that he finds too ‘mediocre’ or ‘everyday’. On top of that, he is an uncontainable bundle of energy, constantly moving and/or talking animatedly about something or other that has caught his attention; this will most likely be to do with his inventions, or to do with the ladies. One of the few things that can draw him from his work is a womanly figure – she doesn't have to be beautiful. Just interesting. A self-proclaimed Casanova, he’s had a few run-ins with angry husbands and the law on his travels when it came to the allure of women. But as a talented wordsmith, he gets out of most trouble; if words fail him, his friend is always there to pull him out of the shit.

Bio: Growing up in a cosy two-storey house in Cheydinhal, Leo became aware of the allure of smithing when an Orc bought the smith over the road from his house. Visiting daily with his best friend/cousin Nikolaus Aliksen (A sign-up will follow for this dude soon), he learnt the basics at the young age of just 6. By 10, he was crafting his own steel daggers – not the best, but pretty darn impressive for a 10-year-old. When he turned 18, he was ready to take on the world and try out new things. Travelling north with Nikolaus, he stopped at various cities and villages in Cyrodiil to learn different forms of smithing – and to chase the ladies. Eventually learning the mysteries of Akaviri technology, his sights drew closer and closer to the Dwemer inventions within Skyrim. And so, that was his next stop. At 28, he reached Markarth, and from there, set up shop smithing his own curious inventions with the aid of different Dwemer inspirations. Despite getting a business and a home with his oldest friend, he realized that Nikolaus, the man who had stuck with him through everything and had saved his life countless times, wanted more from life, and was always gazing wistfully at the main gates whenever news of dragons drifted through the city. So, Leo decided determinedly that it was time to make a bit more of a name for himself and his dear old friend, and the two set out to help rid the world of dragons.
Besides, just imagine the stuff he could make with the materials from a dragon’s body! And don’t even get him started on the Thu’um. Magic interests him just as much as smithing, and he often tries to incorporate the two; much to the disappointment of his guinea pigs, who test out all of his new inventions when he’s too busy to do it himself.

Equipment: Not one for regular equipment, Leo himself holds a self-made ebony warhammer, with a few... special touches. Rather than adding an enchantment of lightning, he’s generated his own by self-made batteries, creating a crackling electric field around it whenever he flicks its switch. It also has a few booby traps in case someone other than himself or Nikolaus tries to pick it up.
His armour is lightweight, which allows him a bit more ease in his work and fighting. A tough made leather with diamond encrusted chainmail underneath, it allows him freer movement than heavy armour would. A few smaller knives are dotted around his body in various sheaths – he likes to spring a few surprises – and a dark blue mage’s hood with a magic shield enchantment.
In terms of jewellery, he wears a Zenithar amulet, and an odd-looking signet ring. Not really special, just a family heirloom that he believes makes him real lucky. Another thing to mention are some brass, steampunk style goggles that he wears out and about, either on his face, perched atop his head, or dangling on his neck by an elastic band. He wears them when working, or when out in the elements of the wild, as they're enchanted to repel anything that could mess up his vision.

Other: Although interested in magic, he finds necromancy abhorrent, and a very small amount of common sense in him stops him from venturing too far into the ideals of Daedric armour – although it would be a joy to learn it’s ways, he feels that the price would be too much to pay.