Kharas Ironhall
Nov 16, 2015 5:31:32 GMT
Post by abyss on Nov 16, 2015 5:31:32 GMT
Name: Kharas Ironhall
Race: Dwarf
Age: 50
Height: 5'0 (A tall mighty dwarf)
Weight: Ye ever try weighin a dwarf?....Don't start with me lad!
Deity: Reorx and Moradin
Appearance: Already considered tall for his race Kharas was also gifted with bulging muscles and a powerful frame. Dark skin, tanned, from countless hours spent before the forge. And where many of his people were dark of hair and eyes this dwarf was blessed with crimson hair, a rare trait for many bloodlines. That simple fact leading many dwarves to believe that those with red hair were touched by the forge and favored by the dwarven crafting gods.
Mentality: A singularly faithful priest of the gods of the forge. Kharas is devout in almost all ways, spending hours in the mines and at the forge working iron and steel. Bending it into countless shapes and designs. The redbeard is of the mind that if there is a difficult way and an easy way to do something one should always at least consider the more difficult path...His gods teaching that hard work is often ore rewarding in the long run and that one should not be afraid to take that path if it is the just one. Typical of most dwarves he is slow to trust but fiercely loyal once someone earns such.
Backstory:
Born in the halls of Dumathoin he was raised with a vastness of resources at his disposal and into a family that could show him how to use them. The Ironhall family was somewhat wealthy from years past, having invested in the mines and established trade routes with some of the families above ground. Sending shipments of iron, mithril, gems, steel, whatever the people needed. But perhaps the largest export that always drew the focus and curiosity of a young Kharas....Dwarven crafted arms, armor, artwork. His people's craft and style often seen within the halls of those that lived on the surface.
When he brought such interests to his family they offered to send him to their clan's craftsman for an apprenticeship, an offer he readily accepted. And so he spent several years learning the craft. It was a slow process and he was given nothing without working for it...Even his first lump of iron hand not been offered freely. When he asked his teacher when he would be allowed to make something on his own the answer had been blunt....When he gathered the metal to make what he wanted. And so he had taken a pick and gone out to find what was required. Never was there a prouder moment in his life than when he returned with his first cart of iron ore....Only to be told he still had to smelt it down...And to do such he would have to gather the goal for the furnaces...
But he was never deterred....Always learning. The lessons were as endless as the work itself. Heating metal and and folding steel. Cutting gems so that their multifaceted surfaces caught the light just right. How to temper a blade and reheat it without bowing the blade. It was in those halls that he learned many things, both of skill and of their gods. And never did he feel as close to the Worldforger than he did when he stood before the heat of a forge with the sound of ringing steel and the crash of the hammer and anvil...The song of the forge, the language of his deity and his soul.
Standard Dwarven Theme:
Race: Dwarf
Age: 50
Height: 5'0 (A tall mighty dwarf)
Weight: Ye ever try weighin a dwarf?....Don't start with me lad!
Deity: Reorx and Moradin
Appearance: Already considered tall for his race Kharas was also gifted with bulging muscles and a powerful frame. Dark skin, tanned, from countless hours spent before the forge. And where many of his people were dark of hair and eyes this dwarf was blessed with crimson hair, a rare trait for many bloodlines. That simple fact leading many dwarves to believe that those with red hair were touched by the forge and favored by the dwarven crafting gods.
Mentality: A singularly faithful priest of the gods of the forge. Kharas is devout in almost all ways, spending hours in the mines and at the forge working iron and steel. Bending it into countless shapes and designs. The redbeard is of the mind that if there is a difficult way and an easy way to do something one should always at least consider the more difficult path...His gods teaching that hard work is often ore rewarding in the long run and that one should not be afraid to take that path if it is the just one. Typical of most dwarves he is slow to trust but fiercely loyal once someone earns such.
Backstory:
Born in the halls of Dumathoin he was raised with a vastness of resources at his disposal and into a family that could show him how to use them. The Ironhall family was somewhat wealthy from years past, having invested in the mines and established trade routes with some of the families above ground. Sending shipments of iron, mithril, gems, steel, whatever the people needed. But perhaps the largest export that always drew the focus and curiosity of a young Kharas....Dwarven crafted arms, armor, artwork. His people's craft and style often seen within the halls of those that lived on the surface.
When he brought such interests to his family they offered to send him to their clan's craftsman for an apprenticeship, an offer he readily accepted. And so he spent several years learning the craft. It was a slow process and he was given nothing without working for it...Even his first lump of iron hand not been offered freely. When he asked his teacher when he would be allowed to make something on his own the answer had been blunt....When he gathered the metal to make what he wanted. And so he had taken a pick and gone out to find what was required. Never was there a prouder moment in his life than when he returned with his first cart of iron ore....Only to be told he still had to smelt it down...And to do such he would have to gather the goal for the furnaces...
But he was never deterred....Always learning. The lessons were as endless as the work itself. Heating metal and and folding steel. Cutting gems so that their multifaceted surfaces caught the light just right. How to temper a blade and reheat it without bowing the blade. It was in those halls that he learned many things, both of skill and of their gods. And never did he feel as close to the Worldforger than he did when he stood before the heat of a forge with the sound of ringing steel and the crash of the hammer and anvil...The song of the forge, the language of his deity and his soul.
Standard Dwarven Theme:
