Name: Aurelius Greyland Steel
Age: 58
Race: Laicar (Terran)
Vigor: 1000
Latens: 500
Persona: Aurelius is a strange man, a man who finds solace in the fires of his forge. Swept away in his own thoughts accompanied by nothing more than ringing metal, roaring flames, humming technology, and his hushed words spoken to unseen forces. Suffice to say, perhaps not the most social of individuals.
Though he is capable of socializing, to a basic degree, he makes no effort to seek out the company of others. Especially since people seem to irritate him simply by existing, or so say some of the few regulars he has. His temper is matched only by the fires he works with, unpredictable and often volatile. Some of the individuals who know of him, have taken to calling him “The Mad Blacksmith”, and while he’s no psychopath, the label tends to fit.
Aurelius seeks quality over quantity. He devotes his time, and his life, into improving his skills and knowledge. When given a task, he will devote himself to making sure the item is made to his standards. Sometimes this means it can take longer than requested, but few have said anything about it. Not to his face anyways. Of course, with his strong devotion to quality and uniqueness, he harbors a strong sense of pride in his work. A pride which doesn't take well to misuse or insult.
Physical Stature: Despite the wrinkles, scars, and snow white hair carved upon him by time and experience, Aurelius does not hold the figure of your average fifty to sixty year old man. Standing a good six foot two with a body forged in the same fires as his weapons, Aurelius is blessed with broad shoulders and a well toned physique, coupled with his height for an impressive and sometimes intimidating figure. Several scars mark his lightly tanned skin, from war and accidents alike.
Fierce fiery orange eyes seem to glow from beneath his brow, seeing the world in their own skewed way. Observing, judging, and burning things away. His head is graced by soft snow white hair, singed at the tips, and kept short enough to stay out of his eyes while he works.
Biography: This is a man who’s seen the toils of war and conflict. The needless violence for pointless goals. He’s been a victim of their consequences, and a contributor to their outcomes. Yet, unable to abandon his trade, he continued what his father had taught him.
Aurelius was raised on the frontlines of war, learning his father’s craft, seeing the battles that the common soldier faced. Often helping his father mend and create armor and weapons for the footmen in their camp. With their opposition putting a superior strategy in place, his camp was inevitably overrun by the enemy, his father killed in the process. Aurelius spent the next several years as a prisoner of war, utilizing his skills - and learning new ones - under enemy control.
Eventually he was freed from their grasp when conflict overtook the enemy. But, unable to look at things the same, he put down his craft and hid from the world at large. He distracted himself in ale and bar brawls, denying the war and what it stood for.
Alas, his past caught up with him and he was forced into his trade once more. This time a determination to end the conflict overtook him; a newfound devotion to his skill that would follow him even after the conflict had ended. Before long, Aurelius lived his craft, one with his smithing.
Character Skills
Discipline of Pugilis (The Brawler)
Art of Aedificare (The Blacksmith)
Art of Terriculum (The Gunsmith)
Art of Ingeniarius (The Engineer)
Age: 58
Race: Laicar (Terran)
Vigor: 1000
Latens: 500
Persona: Aurelius is a strange man, a man who finds solace in the fires of his forge. Swept away in his own thoughts accompanied by nothing more than ringing metal, roaring flames, humming technology, and his hushed words spoken to unseen forces. Suffice to say, perhaps not the most social of individuals.
Though he is capable of socializing, to a basic degree, he makes no effort to seek out the company of others. Especially since people seem to irritate him simply by existing, or so say some of the few regulars he has. His temper is matched only by the fires he works with, unpredictable and often volatile. Some of the individuals who know of him, have taken to calling him “The Mad Blacksmith”, and while he’s no psychopath, the label tends to fit.
Aurelius seeks quality over quantity. He devotes his time, and his life, into improving his skills and knowledge. When given a task, he will devote himself to making sure the item is made to his standards. Sometimes this means it can take longer than requested, but few have said anything about it. Not to his face anyways. Of course, with his strong devotion to quality and uniqueness, he harbors a strong sense of pride in his work. A pride which doesn't take well to misuse or insult.
Physical Stature: Despite the wrinkles, scars, and snow white hair carved upon him by time and experience, Aurelius does not hold the figure of your average fifty to sixty year old man. Standing a good six foot two with a body forged in the same fires as his weapons, Aurelius is blessed with broad shoulders and a well toned physique, coupled with his height for an impressive and sometimes intimidating figure. Several scars mark his lightly tanned skin, from war and accidents alike.
Fierce fiery orange eyes seem to glow from beneath his brow, seeing the world in their own skewed way. Observing, judging, and burning things away. His head is graced by soft snow white hair, singed at the tips, and kept short enough to stay out of his eyes while he works.
Biography: This is a man who’s seen the toils of war and conflict. The needless violence for pointless goals. He’s been a victim of their consequences, and a contributor to their outcomes. Yet, unable to abandon his trade, he continued what his father had taught him.
Aurelius was raised on the frontlines of war, learning his father’s craft, seeing the battles that the common soldier faced. Often helping his father mend and create armor and weapons for the footmen in their camp. With their opposition putting a superior strategy in place, his camp was inevitably overrun by the enemy, his father killed in the process. Aurelius spent the next several years as a prisoner of war, utilizing his skills - and learning new ones - under enemy control.
Eventually he was freed from their grasp when conflict overtook the enemy. But, unable to look at things the same, he put down his craft and hid from the world at large. He distracted himself in ale and bar brawls, denying the war and what it stood for.
Alas, his past caught up with him and he was forced into his trade once more. This time a determination to end the conflict overtook him; a newfound devotion to his skill that would follow him even after the conflict had ended. Before long, Aurelius lived his craft, one with his smithing.
Character Skills
Discipline of Pugilis (The Brawler)
Art of Aedificare (The Blacksmith)
Art of Terriculum (The Gunsmith)
Art of Ingeniarius (The Engineer)