[hider=Griffon Fellbender] Name: Griffon Fellbender Nicknames: Scythe-Freak, Rock for brains, Wannabe-hero - Nicknames gifted by his blacksmithing master. Age: 23 Gender: Male Level: 7 Class: Fighter Hero Class: ---- Specializations: Forging, weapon making, enchantments Magic Affinity: Fire/Earth [hider=Appearance:][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/58/bd/78/58bd7893a5f632b426dd5678f9a47650.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Biography:] Griffon comes from a small village, far on the outskirts of no where and I think I’ve seen that tree before. It was a small farming village, Larozenia, There wasn’t much to write home about at the village. The lord who ruled over them was fairly kind and fair to the villagers, he didn’t tax them too harshly and would accept their crops, or wool… whatever they managed to make, as payment when money was tight. The village itself was far out of the way of most people, so they never did see a whole lot of travelers. The villagers made most of their money selling to various traveling adventurers and merchants who’d make their way through to trade and sell wares. Griffon was the son of a beer maker, often during his childhood his father would send him out with the scythe to harvest the grains. This may have been where his love for the weapon began. The villages life was peaceful and often Griffon’s father would try to get him to learn how to brew the beer… but he was met with the same response each time. “DON’T WANNA!” When his father would ask him why, Griffon would shy away from an answer… normally instead running off to go play with his friends shouting “It’s a secret!” But… One day, when he was a little older, he decided to let his father in on the secret. “I want to be one of the great heros!” He shouted proudly holding his scythe up to the air. His father simply laughed and pat his son on the head… before heading back to work. That was the last real conversation Griffon had with his father. After that, things got… dark. Monsters befell the village, with it being so far from any reinforcement’s it was left to the town guard to try to protect it! But the once noble lord, called them all to his mansion, to defend himself and his staff. The villagers stood no chance against the monsters. Griffon’s father did his best to protect the family, trying to hide them away… but Griffon didn’t hide, he wanted to be a hero! He rushed for the shed where the tools were kept and took up his mighty scythe! He charged at the beasts that tried to kill his family, preparing to swing his mighty weapon! But… it was shattered in an instant, the beasts claws tearing through the wooden handle as if it were paper. Griffon was left speechless, his weapon destroyed, staring eye to eye with a monster about to do to him what it did to his scythe. As the beast went to strike him, his father leaped in the way, taking the hit. “RUN!” The last words his father ever said, like a good son, Griffon obeyed his fathers orders and ran. He didn’t know where to go, he just ran. A few days past, the village was in shambles and his family was no more. A merchant had been kind enough to take him in for a little while, dropping him off in a fairly well populated village. He didn’t want to give up his dream… He had seen how weak he was. This time, Griffon dedicated himself to becoming an adventurer. But he needed money and weapons… He managed to convince a local blacksmith to take him on as an apprentice… at first things were clumsy, he’d be yelled at often. His master would call him rocks for brains, scythe freak, wanna-be hero… all sorts of nasty names. But it didn’t dissuade him from his goal. As time went on, he learned the tricks of the trade and the yelling became a thing of the past. He didn’t screw up the material mixtures, or over head the metal anymore. He even got quite good at sewing… though he doesn’t brag about that too much. When the time came, his master allowed him to make one weapon, using the materials they had… a weapon he could take with him on his adventuring. That is the scythe that he currently wields today. It’s nothing special, a simple scythe, but it’s constructed well and the wood used for it’s handle section came from his old village. Griffon started his adventuring career! It started off simple enough, some balloons here and there… a couple wolve’s going after some traveling merchants. Truth be told, he hasn’t been adventuring too long, he spent most of his life at the blacksmiths learning how to forge weapons… and when he wasn’t doing that he’d go out to the forest and practice with them till the sun had completely vanished and the moon was far over head… But recently he’d taken up a job clearing out some bandits from a mining facility. The villagers were too afraid to confront them themselves and he gladly took up the job… though it was rough going, the bandit leader was quite strong and Griffon felt like he was going to die… he managed to pull it out somehow and was even given some ore as a reward… all in all, it was a fairly good job for him. Now though, he hears tell that the waves are coming and the heroes will be summoned… He’s looking forward to finally getting his chance to shine, among the heroes of legend… even if it’s just as a companion. [/hider] --- Preferred Weapon(s): Scythe, Pole-arms Appearance of Weapon: [hider=Current Weapon] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/81/82/ae/8182aef1cff26eaca63906b058ffbae8.jpg[/img] [/hider] Abilities of Weapon: None Currently --- Name of Skill: Tempest Strike Abilities of Skill: Spins his scythe around above his head before slashing the enemy, adds a little extra damage. Downsides of Skill: Leave’s his body open for attacks. Name of Skill: Root Bash Abilities of Skill: uses the back end of the scythe, with the blade facing away, to strike at the enemies feet. Intending to knock them down. Downsides of Skill: Can be easily avoided and leaves him open to attacks from above and behind. Name of Skill: Inferno Blade Abilities of Skill: Using a bit of magic, ignites the blade of his weapon on fire adding mild burning damage to his attacks. Downsides of Skill: Can only be used once per combat, as it has the tendency to dull his blade after use. “I’m still new at this!” - Griffon to his master. Name of Skill: The Griffon Special Abilities of Skill: There’s nothing special here- He punches them in the face. Downsides of Skill: It brings shame to himself and his comrades. ---- Inventory: Tent. Tinderbox. 12 bandages. 3 bottles of disinfecting medicine. 1 bedroll. 34 silver. 2 gold. Portable anvil and hammer. a small satchel of ore. [/hider]