[color=deepskyblue][b]Name[/b][/color] Fatir Forgesmith [color=deepskyblue][b]Age[/b][/color] 23 [color=deepskyblue][b]Height[/b][/color] 6’2 [color=deepskyblue][b]Weight[/b][/color] 200lbs [color=deepskyblue][b]Hair[/b][/color] Stark white [color=deepskyblue][b]Eye[/b][/color] (Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris. [color=deepskyblue][b]Sex[/b][/color] Male [color=deepskyblue][b]Race[/b][/color] Drow descendant [color=deepskyblue][b]Distinguishing features[/b][/color] Bright smiles and bright eyes [color=red][b]Skills[/b][/color] [color=deepskyblue][b]Blacksmithing[/b][/color] knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up. [color=deepskyblue][b]Drawing[/b][/color] Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said [color=deepskyblue][b]Physique[/b][/color] Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.) [color=red][b]Abilities[/b][/color] [color=deepskyblue][b]Mystic Forge[/b][/color] Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle. No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks 1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks 2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks 3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks [color=deepskyblue][b]Weapons encyclopedia[/b][/color] Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge. [color=deepskyblue][b]Darkvision[/b][/color] Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness [color=deepskyblue][b]Fairy Fire[/b][/color] Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination. [color=deepskyblue][b]Weapon Mastery[/b][/color] If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses [color=deepskyblue][b]Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)[/b][/color] When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy. [color=deepskyblue][b]Appraisal[/b][/color] Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them. [color=deepskyblue][b]Mining[/b][/color] Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge [color=blue][b]Personality[/b][/color] Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily [i]but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)[/i] [color=deepskyblue][b]History[/b][/color] Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place. It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache [i]BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG[/i] he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way. When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state, [i]Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. [/i] [i]Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping[/i] [i]Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.[/i] G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal. [color=deepskyblue][b]10yrs later[/b][/color] Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.