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[center][b]Name:[/b] Erik Erikson
[b]Age:[/b] 35
[b]Occupation:[/b] Blacksmith[/center]

[b]Description:[/b] His hair is red, well taken care of, groomed and braided, same as his beard which is his pride. (Don't mess with the beard!) His eyes are green with an everlasting seriousness in them. He has a broad chest and muscular arms from working in his forge all day. Fair skinned though weathered a bit from the sun. His voice is deep and when speaking he often growls at the end or beginning of a sentence. 

He wears a woollen tunic and trousers and when it is really cold a vest made out of all kinds of fur or a fur lined cloak. When he is working, he wears his leather blacksmith apron over his bare chest. (It does get hot in the forge) His trusty hammer he has always with him, hanging on his belt.

He walks with pride in his step but he doesn't strut. His chin up and chest puffed up. His mouth more often than not a straight line.

[b]Abilities:[/b] Talents: He can throw his hammer as good as he can throw an axe. He never misses what he is aiming for. Blacksmithing skill and making all and everything from nails to weapons and armor. Drinking. Making sour faces.

Sucks at: Laughing or making jokes. 

[b]Precious belongings:[/b] His hammer which was passed on to him from his father. Has been in the family for many a generation. He does not wear a helmet, because of his hair. Goes into battle with a wooden buckler and axe. (The first one he made when he was still a child.)

[b]Background:[/b]Erik comes from a long line of blacksmiths, ever since the founding of their previous village. Erik is called after his father, Erik Erikson, who is named after his father, Erik Erikson, and he is named after his father who, you guessed it, was also called Erik Erikson. Not really original am I right but the Erikson were never an original bunch nor were they very creative. They like tradition or what would pass for them as tradition. The blacksmith trade learned from father to son, every generation perfected it bit by bit and they consider their work as pieces of art. 

An Erikson is known to never laugh and Erik is no exception. Rumour has it that the person who can make an Erikson laugh will be granted his wish and see it immediately fulfilled. Many have tried and all have failed. He can come across as grumpy because of that and most of the time you would be right but still he is always ready to heat up his forge to help or repair a clan member in need. 

Other than his love for the forge, he also loves eating and drinking which can be seen on his well shaped belly. 

On his good day, his frown is slightly less and he might whistle while working.

On his bad days, his frown is much like it always is and he pounds his hammer twice as fast and thrice as hard on the anvil. 

He has a secret though and will possibly surprise you but...on every stormy night, he looks at his reflection in the mirror while holding his hammer proudly and pretends he is the God of Thunder himself. 

[b]Dragon:[/b] He never really thought about dragons. But the fiery breath of a dragon could keep the fires of the forge burn longer and hotter without the need of bellows....Hmm.[/hider]