Post by Rivaini on Sept 30, 2015 16:45:42 GMT
Full name (+titles, if any): Artur
Age: Early to Mid 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Starkhaven
Class/Occupation: Blacksmith
Personality
Those who know Artur often joke that he must be half Dwarf- a trait he doesn't deny. His dedication to the forge rivals that of his thaig-faring competitors, and has earned him small renown with the noble lords in Starkhaven. The resemblance ends there, however. Artur, though experienced in weapon and armor crafting, loathes combat. In a pinch, his large stature can prove to be a boon, but his mild-mannered personality and dislike of hurting others renders him near useless on the battlefield. Because of his simple upbringing, Artur has a very black and white idea of 'right' and 'wrong' that some may call idealistic verging on small-minded. He finds the treatment of mages in Starkhaven despicable- and remembers clearly the burning of the circle. He knows little of the Dalish but shares the same views regarding elves, and has been known to openly argue with those who disagree. Though definitely something of a shrinking violet, at the end of the day his moral compass will always take precedence over his dislike of verbal conflict.
Tropes that apply to Artur:
Appearance: (Art still incoming YIKES how does photoshop work again......)
Writing sample
"Boy. You're a stocky thing, but dinnae think y'can go stompin' about fightin anyone who displeases ye. You just keep your heid down and get on with your own- don't prove what they already think of ye."
"Aye, Maw, I know."
10 years later, even stockier, and that's what he still did.
Well, when it was called for.
"Oi!" there was an unusually brash voice- Ferelden- calling out across the smith. "Oi! You there!"
Artur quenched his blade- prematurely- that was going to have to go back in the forge, and removed his gloves.
"Aye?" he replied, reaching up to wipe his brow.
"This Knife-Ear sold me faulty goods!" the man spat the words, gesturing to the elf that stood beside him, frozen still.
"Excuse me?" His annoyance tipped over from 'slightly' into 'very'
"Poorly tempered! The lot of them! Shattered in my hand the second I landed a blow- knife ear could've cost me good men!"
"That knife-ear," Artur began "is my Striker," he glanced sternly over from the elf back to the man, who was growing ruddier in complexion by the minute, "and ye'd be best working to not use that kind of language in my smith."
"I'll not take that from a marcher!" the man gesticulated wildly, complaining loudly enough to draw some attention from the market across before giving a final huff.
Artur watched the man retreat- amusingly, stopping to kick a beam- before drawing his gaze back to the Striker, who now stood beside him.
"Listen-" She began "Sorry about the blades, had I known they-"
"I'll not hear of it," he interrupted. "was worth it for the reaction...daft tit..." he glanced back at the just-quenched blade and sighed.
"Triple temper silverite next time, aye?"
IC
Hugging this character: Yes
Kissing this character: Yes
Flirting with this character: Yes
(keep in mind, he's as shy as he is oblivious- to that I say: good luck sir/madam)
Fighting with this character: Yes
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes
(Artur is inherently a non-combat character, for this to occur, he'd have to really piss somebody off)
Killing this character: I'd prefer not to, if I can avoid it- but if plot calls
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): Refer back to Dev's application
Age: Early to Mid 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Starkhaven
Class/Occupation: Blacksmith
Background
Artur was born to a smith and a merchant in the city state of Starkhaven, in the Free Marches. Though the household was hardly lower class- Artur had a very simple upbringing, and knows only essential addition, along with how to sign his name. Much of his childhood was spent in the outer limits of the city with other children- including those from the Alienage and those with parents of a similar class. This was soon put to a stop, as the Starkhaven Circle of Magi was burned to the ground along with its mages in 9:31. As curfews were enforced in the City-state after the incident, Artur began to learn the smith trade from his father- and quickly became more serious with his studies as he aged into a young man. This apprenticeship culminated when his father died of the wasting in 9:36, and Artur himself took over the forge. Under his ownership, his craft had seen him securing weapon and armor supply deals with the likes of Ferelden, Kirkwall and the occasional Orlesian lord. This comfortable lifestyle continued until the Kirkwall Chantry explosion in 9:41- after which Prince Sebastian Vael disallowed all trade with Ferelden for harboring rebel mages. With the cut in trade partners leaving Artur without coin, and the added persecution of circle mages causing Starkhaven to further tighten its grip on citizens- he set off beyond the Marches, in search of greener pastures.
Artur was born to a smith and a merchant in the city state of Starkhaven, in the Free Marches. Though the household was hardly lower class- Artur had a very simple upbringing, and knows only essential addition, along with how to sign his name. Much of his childhood was spent in the outer limits of the city with other children- including those from the Alienage and those with parents of a similar class. This was soon put to a stop, as the Starkhaven Circle of Magi was burned to the ground along with its mages in 9:31. As curfews were enforced in the City-state after the incident, Artur began to learn the smith trade from his father- and quickly became more serious with his studies as he aged into a young man. This apprenticeship culminated when his father died of the wasting in 9:36, and Artur himself took over the forge. Under his ownership, his craft had seen him securing weapon and armor supply deals with the likes of Ferelden, Kirkwall and the occasional Orlesian lord. This comfortable lifestyle continued until the Kirkwall Chantry explosion in 9:41- after which Prince Sebastian Vael disallowed all trade with Ferelden for harboring rebel mages. With the cut in trade partners leaving Artur without coin, and the added persecution of circle mages causing Starkhaven to further tighten its grip on citizens- he set off beyond the Marches, in search of greener pastures.
Personality
Those who know Artur often joke that he must be half Dwarf- a trait he doesn't deny. His dedication to the forge rivals that of his thaig-faring competitors, and has earned him small renown with the noble lords in Starkhaven. The resemblance ends there, however. Artur, though experienced in weapon and armor crafting, loathes combat. In a pinch, his large stature can prove to be a boon, but his mild-mannered personality and dislike of hurting others renders him near useless on the battlefield. Because of his simple upbringing, Artur has a very black and white idea of 'right' and 'wrong' that some may call idealistic verging on small-minded. He finds the treatment of mages in Starkhaven despicable- and remembers clearly the burning of the circle. He knows little of the Dalish but shares the same views regarding elves, and has been known to openly argue with those who disagree. Though definitely something of a shrinking violet, at the end of the day his moral compass will always take precedence over his dislike of verbal conflict.
Tropes that apply to Artur:
Appearance: (Art still incoming YIKES how does photoshop work again......)
Writing sample
"Boy. You're a stocky thing, but dinnae think y'can go stompin' about fightin anyone who displeases ye. You just keep your heid down and get on with your own- don't prove what they already think of ye."
"Aye, Maw, I know."
10 years later, even stockier, and that's what he still did.
Well, when it was called for.
"Oi!" there was an unusually brash voice- Ferelden- calling out across the smith. "Oi! You there!"
Artur quenched his blade- prematurely- that was going to have to go back in the forge, and removed his gloves.
"Aye?" he replied, reaching up to wipe his brow.
"This Knife-Ear sold me faulty goods!" the man spat the words, gesturing to the elf that stood beside him, frozen still.
"Excuse me?" His annoyance tipped over from 'slightly' into 'very'
"Poorly tempered! The lot of them! Shattered in my hand the second I landed a blow- knife ear could've cost me good men!"
"That knife-ear," Artur began "is my Striker," he glanced sternly over from the elf back to the man, who was growing ruddier in complexion by the minute, "and ye'd be best working to not use that kind of language in my smith."
"I'll not take that from a marcher!" the man gesticulated wildly, complaining loudly enough to draw some attention from the market across before giving a final huff.
Artur watched the man retreat- amusingly, stopping to kick a beam- before drawing his gaze back to the Striker, who now stood beside him.
"Listen-" She began "Sorry about the blades, had I known they-"
"I'll not hear of it," he interrupted. "was worth it for the reaction...daft tit..." he glanced back at the just-quenched blade and sighed.
"Triple temper silverite next time, aye?"
IC
Hugging this character: Yes
Kissing this character: Yes
Flirting with this character: Yes
(keep in mind, he's as shy as he is oblivious- to that I say: good luck sir/madam)
Fighting with this character: Yes
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes
(Artur is inherently a non-combat character, for this to occur, he'd have to really piss somebody off)
Killing this character: I'd prefer not to, if I can avoid it- but if plot calls
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): Refer back to Dev's application
