Throkk (Accepted)
Dec 1, 2013 15:36:18 GMT -5
Post by Quetzal on Dec 1, 2013 15:36:18 GMT -5
Full Name: Throkk
Other name: The Metaltamer
Race: Dwarf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Tarnag
Age: 122
Gender: Male
Birthday: 8th September
Eyes: Cold watery grey
Hair: His hair is wiry and dark brown. It grows to his shoulders and is thick and bushy. He also sports tangle of beard covering his jaw and reaching about three inches down his chest.
Weight: 9st 10lbs
Height: 4'1"
Magic User: No
Preferred Weapon: Two-handed battle axe
Appearance: Throkk looks like the typical image of a dwarf. Stout, short, wide, bearded, and sporting muscles that could strangle a horse. He is not handsome. Behind the tangles of beard, his face is grim and frowning. His nose is large and rounded, his eyes small under thick eyebrows. The years and hard work have carved deep winkles around his eyes and forehead. Most of the time he looks deeply serious, but tell him a good joke and his face will show more warmth, laughing his bellowing laugh so hard his cheeks turn red.
As a dwarf, he is not tall. His bones are still thicker than any human's, making him much sturdier and stronger. Like the urgals, the dwarves can tank through a battle, more durable and stable for taking hits than elves or humans, and Throkk is no exception. His arms and legs are thick tree trunks of muscle around bones like thick steel poles. He is slow, but can both pack a serious punch and take one too. There is no grace to him, just great strength and defence. Strong muscles give him incredibly deft fingers, helping him work intricate metalwork despite what his bulk might suggest.
Personality: Throkk is stubborn, strong willed and takes no nonsense. If someone is messing around, he will scold them and tell them to stop being so childish. His speech is abrupt and brutally honest. Anything he says will be his true thoughts, and he is not afraid to speak his mind to anyone when it would mean getting the job done more efficiently. He is incredibly focused, and will concentrate entirely on one goal for long periods of time. He takes his work very seriously.
Throkk is serious, but he still has a sense of humour. When there is a deadline to meet, jests may be met less warmly depending how much time they waste, but other than that he will laugh and joke like anyone else. He likes his food and ale, and will sing badly at the top of his lungs and laugh himself hoarse with his friends.
His biggest love, something which earns him a lot of respect among dwarves, is working as smith. Even on dwarf terms, he has worked enough with metal to grow very talented, hence the nickname Metaltamer. Weapons he forces are of high quality, the metal worked with such focus and care any faults are worked out. He can put colour into steel, and loves experimenting with new alloys. Different metals have different properties, and he enjoys working to each of their strengths in whatever he is making. Weapons of all sorts have been forged by him, as have elaborately decorated suits of armour and even jewelry. He prides himself in being able to work down to intricate details, creating elaborate decorations and seeing the tiny changes he could make at just the right point to completely change the balance and speed of a weapon. He is a smith, not a warrior, and greatly prefers helping by making weapons and armour for an army to fighting for them.
--->Likes: Making things out of metal, experimenting with new alloys, rivers, concentrating
--->Dislikes: Slackers, anyone who doesn't just get to the point, not having anything to do
--->Strengths: Hard-working, excellent smith, strong
--->Weakness: Cannot use magic to work into metal, cold towards other people
Family: Urakk - Father
Ared - Mother
History: Born and only child in the clan Durgrimst Ragni Hefthyn, life was good for Throkk as he was growing up. His clan were the river guards of the border of the dwarven realm and were based at Tarnag. His father a guard and his mother the driver of a small boat which she took up the river to carry supplies to other dwarven towns. They were not especially wealthy, but they were happy. Throkk loved the isolation of Tarnag, being surrounded by mountains and having the open lake and river to explore. The river was pleasant and brought people from all over, entering their little world through the river.
At first Throkk was certain he wanted to spend his life working as something to do with the river, but as he grew older he found his skills lay elsewhere. He was not as skilled at navigating boats as his mother, and grew bored whenever he hung around his father as he patrolled the docks. It took him a while to figure out that his true talents lay with creating things.
Smiths were all over the place in Tarnag, a common profession for dwarves. Throkk took little notice of them. When he did, however, he found himself in awe of how a lump of something so hard and non-malleable could be turned into a work of beauty. After a while he made the decision to become an apprentice to a smith.
Throkk worked hard at the dirty jobs the smith didn't want to do. Fetching water and coal, moving heavy stuff, building fires, nothing especially skilled or interesting. But he was determined and persevered in the hope he might move on to better things. And so he did. Gradually the smith began to talk him through the processes he was doing. He learned how to melt the metal, how to keep the temperature right, how to shape the metal, how to see faults or improvements, how to work delicate small decorations into the design.
It was a while before Throkk was allowed to have a go himself. He would sometimes be allowed to carry out small parts of the process, which he was always excited to do. The first thing he ever made was a sword, a crude cheap thing. He loved it. It wasn't bad for a beginner, and the smith let him carry on practicing until Throkk's work was not something to look down on. It was no luck or natural talent, it was a simple love of the job making him work hard.
All his hard work paid off, and eventually he left the smith in order to open up his own shop. There he developed his own style. He talked to other smiths and widened his creative horizons, making all sorts of things. He turned his hand to delicate things, and discovered he was quite good at it. He began earning a reputation for the beautiful work he was producing, and became popular among dwarves. His family earned a fortune as his mother would sell his work to other towns from her boat.
Experimentation was always something Throkk enjoyed, and recently he began wondering if he should try his hand at non-dwarven methods of working metal. True, the dwarves taught the other races most of what they knew, but they had developed their own style and he was keen to see it and try it for himself. He was particularly interested in the possibility of working magic into his work to make them more beautiful, more protective, more dangerous. Because of this curiosity he left the town he'd spent his entire life in and jumped right into the larger world he had only heard about.
Anything extra: Nope.
Other name: The Metaltamer
Race: Dwarf
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Tarnag
Age: 122
Gender: Male
Birthday: 8th September
Eyes: Cold watery grey
Hair: His hair is wiry and dark brown. It grows to his shoulders and is thick and bushy. He also sports tangle of beard covering his jaw and reaching about three inches down his chest.
Weight: 9st 10lbs
Height: 4'1"
Magic User: No
Preferred Weapon: Two-handed battle axe
Appearance: Throkk looks like the typical image of a dwarf. Stout, short, wide, bearded, and sporting muscles that could strangle a horse. He is not handsome. Behind the tangles of beard, his face is grim and frowning. His nose is large and rounded, his eyes small under thick eyebrows. The years and hard work have carved deep winkles around his eyes and forehead. Most of the time he looks deeply serious, but tell him a good joke and his face will show more warmth, laughing his bellowing laugh so hard his cheeks turn red.
As a dwarf, he is not tall. His bones are still thicker than any human's, making him much sturdier and stronger. Like the urgals, the dwarves can tank through a battle, more durable and stable for taking hits than elves or humans, and Throkk is no exception. His arms and legs are thick tree trunks of muscle around bones like thick steel poles. He is slow, but can both pack a serious punch and take one too. There is no grace to him, just great strength and defence. Strong muscles give him incredibly deft fingers, helping him work intricate metalwork despite what his bulk might suggest.
Personality: Throkk is stubborn, strong willed and takes no nonsense. If someone is messing around, he will scold them and tell them to stop being so childish. His speech is abrupt and brutally honest. Anything he says will be his true thoughts, and he is not afraid to speak his mind to anyone when it would mean getting the job done more efficiently. He is incredibly focused, and will concentrate entirely on one goal for long periods of time. He takes his work very seriously.
Throkk is serious, but he still has a sense of humour. When there is a deadline to meet, jests may be met less warmly depending how much time they waste, but other than that he will laugh and joke like anyone else. He likes his food and ale, and will sing badly at the top of his lungs and laugh himself hoarse with his friends.
His biggest love, something which earns him a lot of respect among dwarves, is working as smith. Even on dwarf terms, he has worked enough with metal to grow very talented, hence the nickname Metaltamer. Weapons he forces are of high quality, the metal worked with such focus and care any faults are worked out. He can put colour into steel, and loves experimenting with new alloys. Different metals have different properties, and he enjoys working to each of their strengths in whatever he is making. Weapons of all sorts have been forged by him, as have elaborately decorated suits of armour and even jewelry. He prides himself in being able to work down to intricate details, creating elaborate decorations and seeing the tiny changes he could make at just the right point to completely change the balance and speed of a weapon. He is a smith, not a warrior, and greatly prefers helping by making weapons and armour for an army to fighting for them.
--->Likes: Making things out of metal, experimenting with new alloys, rivers, concentrating
--->Dislikes: Slackers, anyone who doesn't just get to the point, not having anything to do
--->Strengths: Hard-working, excellent smith, strong
--->Weakness: Cannot use magic to work into metal, cold towards other people
Family: Urakk - Father
Ared - Mother
History: Born and only child in the clan Durgrimst Ragni Hefthyn, life was good for Throkk as he was growing up. His clan were the river guards of the border of the dwarven realm and were based at Tarnag. His father a guard and his mother the driver of a small boat which she took up the river to carry supplies to other dwarven towns. They were not especially wealthy, but they were happy. Throkk loved the isolation of Tarnag, being surrounded by mountains and having the open lake and river to explore. The river was pleasant and brought people from all over, entering their little world through the river.
At first Throkk was certain he wanted to spend his life working as something to do with the river, but as he grew older he found his skills lay elsewhere. He was not as skilled at navigating boats as his mother, and grew bored whenever he hung around his father as he patrolled the docks. It took him a while to figure out that his true talents lay with creating things.
Smiths were all over the place in Tarnag, a common profession for dwarves. Throkk took little notice of them. When he did, however, he found himself in awe of how a lump of something so hard and non-malleable could be turned into a work of beauty. After a while he made the decision to become an apprentice to a smith.
Throkk worked hard at the dirty jobs the smith didn't want to do. Fetching water and coal, moving heavy stuff, building fires, nothing especially skilled or interesting. But he was determined and persevered in the hope he might move on to better things. And so he did. Gradually the smith began to talk him through the processes he was doing. He learned how to melt the metal, how to keep the temperature right, how to shape the metal, how to see faults or improvements, how to work delicate small decorations into the design.
It was a while before Throkk was allowed to have a go himself. He would sometimes be allowed to carry out small parts of the process, which he was always excited to do. The first thing he ever made was a sword, a crude cheap thing. He loved it. It wasn't bad for a beginner, and the smith let him carry on practicing until Throkk's work was not something to look down on. It was no luck or natural talent, it was a simple love of the job making him work hard.
All his hard work paid off, and eventually he left the smith in order to open up his own shop. There he developed his own style. He talked to other smiths and widened his creative horizons, making all sorts of things. He turned his hand to delicate things, and discovered he was quite good at it. He began earning a reputation for the beautiful work he was producing, and became popular among dwarves. His family earned a fortune as his mother would sell his work to other towns from her boat.
Experimentation was always something Throkk enjoyed, and recently he began wondering if he should try his hand at non-dwarven methods of working metal. True, the dwarves taught the other races most of what they knew, but they had developed their own style and he was keen to see it and try it for himself. He was particularly interested in the possibility of working magic into his work to make them more beautiful, more protective, more dangerous. Because of this curiosity he left the town he'd spent his entire life in and jumped right into the larger world he had only heard about.
Anything extra: Nope.
