[Hider=Erith Thornhollow][center][b][color=firebrick][h3]Erith Thornhollow[/h3][/color][/b]
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[Sup][sub][i]Sandy blond hair is kept in a lose and messy braid down the nape of the young man’s neck; tapering off just a little below his broad shoulders. The color was a soft contrast against his pallid skin. A warm flush of cinnamon seemed to be permanently burnt across sharp cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. Erith was about average as a feyling goes when it came to height. An impressive five foot and two inches, three if he was standing exceptionally straight that day. Though most days you could find him hunched over something, fumbling or fidgeting with something in those blocky, stubby fingers of his.
Erith loved to tinker with things and it showed. Strong muscles corded around his arms and lead into strong, thick fingers. His palms well worn and calloused with years of wear on them. Even his clothes usually bore smudges of oil and grease deep into the tawny dyed fabrics. While the patchwork pockets sown haphazardly on were filled with various bolts and debris.
His tail was a great aid while he worked. The color a few shades darker than the hair upon his head though by the end of a day’s work it was often just as dark as the stains upon his shirt. But regardless of the grime and the mess—Erith’s sky blue eyes remained unclouded. Chipper in the way they would sparkle beneath the flames of a nearby torch. With just a touch of mischief that would curl at the corners of full lips. He often looked like he was lost in thought and perhaps he was; or at least musing over some well-kept secret. 
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[H3][color=firebrick]Age[/color][/h3][sup]Twenty-three[/sup]
[Right][h3][color=Firebrick]Personality[/color][/h3][sup]Erith has been compared to a painfully bright spot of sun on a dreary cloudy day more than once. Known for his pointless rambling, nearly nauseous optimism, and short attention span. Everything he does, he does loudly and would be comedic if it often didn’t end with him in some sort of trouble. Mischief is in his DNA and even if he wanted to lead a straight forward life there was just too much for him to discover still. And discovery often means skirting the law—or at least bending the rules just a tad.
The artificer burns to know how everything works. And he does mean [i]everything[/i]; people included.[/sup]  [/right] 

[center][color=firebrick][h3]Backstory[/h3][/color]
[sup][color=firebrick][b]”Huh? What? No, I didn’t—well, actually,”[/b][/color] Erith paused, eyes flickering over his shoulder and back at the crude, worn cloth his tail was wrapped tightly around. The evidence was damning. Not that he had a leg to stand on even without it. Word got around quickly when there was nothing else to do but work, avoid torture, starve, and sleep. Erith, the absent minded thief. [I][color=firebrick]Stupid tail.[/color][/i]
He looked back at the towering man before him. Blood vessels throbbed around those graying temples, blood shot eyes wide and shaking in their rage. The man's lips were thin and peeled back over rotting teeth.[B][color=firebrick]”Listen, it’s not that I [i]want[/i] your dirty rag of a blanket. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever smelled such a combination of foul odors. Really, what are you eating? Did you know that even with the slop here that you can work around and eat better? It’ll definitely give you a more pleasant aroma. Though. Maybe it’s a sign of something gone wrong within?[/color][/b] Erith had already lost the plot. His arms folded across his chest while his tail waved the soiled blanket in the air like a flag behind him. 

[B]”Oh for fucks sake, just shut up!”[/b] The man bellowed, his anger now shifted to annoyance. His dirt stained hands ripped the cloth out from Erith’s grasp, him startling in return. [B]”Stay to [i]your[/i] side if you know what’s good for you.”[/b] The threat was thin. It wasn’t like there was much room for anyone, anywhere. They all knew it. And as before Erith would be tossed to another cell. Another group. Where he would eventually fall into another misunderstanding. 

With a heady sigh the feyling slumped backwards and against the cool wall. This was how he landed here in the mines in first place. Though one could argue—actually, he did argue. In front of everyone. That it was the Nobleman's fault in the first place. The memory sat soured at the forefront of his brain. Why carry around such shiny bobbles if he didn’t want to talk about it? It wasn’t Erith’s fault that it was so flimsy either. He shook his head at how easily the thing had shattered in his hands. The look upon the small gathering crowd's face as the realization settled in. Thoigh he suppose it cpuld have ended in a worse way. After all if he hadn’t been sold here where would he be? Sat locked away. Bored with nothing to do. At least here he got to use tools and scoured the earth for new material. [/sup][/center]

[H3][color=firebrick]Class[/color][/h3][Sup]Artificer[/sup]

[Right][h3][color=firebrick]Notable skills or abilities[/color][/h3][sup][b]Shapeshift:[/b] Erith can change his shape to any person he’s visibly seen with limitations. He can only hold the shape for two hours maximum and can only grow about a foot larger than his actual size. 
[B]Magical tinkering/infuse item:[/b] Can imbue object and tools that he has working knowledge of with skills and enchantments that are bereft of the objects natural purpose. 
[B]Prehensile tail:[/b] Erith’s tail acts and serves as an extra arm. While it isn’t as strong as his actual arms it still can carry and move objects up to fifteen pounds. 
[B]Night vision:[/b] A natural trait from his fey heritage, Erith can see up to twenty feet in the dark or more in dimly lit spaces. [/sup][/right]

[Center][h3][color=firebrick][b]Anything else:[/b][/color][/h3][sup]Eirth is a kleptomaniac. Not by choice but driven by compulsion and egged on by his need to take things apart. Often his tail is the culprit, nabbing and dipping into pockets on a whim.[/sup][/center][/hider]




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