Dusk Shy
07-27-13, 06:22 PM
For all intents and purposes, "equithropy" here refers to a form of lycanthropy enabling transformation into horses.
Name: Dusk Shy
Age: 23
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2"/74"/188cm
Weight: 280lbs/127kg
Personality: Deeply cynical, Dusk Shy does not usually initiate contact with other people, instead leaving them to contact him on their own, should they need his services. Although a regular customer for a pint or two of ale at the local tavern, he doesn't talk much, and the other customers generally steer clear of him, although more than one brawl has erupted from his seemingly-disinterested attitude towards an overly-friendly patron.
Appearance: Dusk Shy is tall for his village, intimidating more than one patron of his forge. Being as well-built as a blacksmith must be, he gives off an air of stoniness, concentrating entirely on his craft. With a strong jawline coming from eating lean and enough facial hair to disguise it, he looks rather rugged with his dusty apron and dirty, unkempt, shoulder-length hair.
History: Being born to the local stablekeeper, Dusk Shy grew up tending to the horses of passing merchants, what passed for the mail service, and whatever horses the villagers didn't take care of themselves. His family had been doing this for many generations, most of the reason being their innate understanding of horses and their kind, due to the equithropian blood running through their veins. Although all the family was able to communicate on a level above most others, several generations of none having shown the particular gift of being able to transform passed. Keeping their history alive, stories were passed down of the trials that first caused their ancestors to discover their gift. Dusk Shy was enthralled by these stories, going out of his way at a young age to simulate similar circumstances, in vain hopes that he might be the one. One day, while foolishly forging out into the forest around his village alone at about the age of eight, he was beset upon by wolves when he lingered a bit too long after dusk. Fleeing for his life, he did not get too far before one of the wolves leapt at him. In desperation, he kicked at it, striking it square in the chest. Much to his surprise, the wolf's ribs cracked upon impact, and the creature flew backwards farther than should have been possible. Using this newfound strength to fuel his flight, he returned to his village, out of breath and mildly totally freaking out. Informing his father of what had happened, he was brought to the family matriarch, for examination of whether this was the family's gift, or simply a strange happenstance. Later in life, still training and working on utilizing the ancient gift correctly, he has chosen to use the strength he can imbue himself with towards the art of forging, preferring the smell of heated metal and soot covering his body at the end of the day to caring for horses, although he still maintains a unique connection with them.
Skills: Smelting of most metals, forging of most metals, trains with a hammer, leather curing.
Abilities: Smite (strike with the pointed side of his hammer rather than the flat head), Equithropy transformation allowing reformation of body parts into horse-like organs (lasts a few minutes and can be done twice within 24 hours), strength passively 3x the average human's.
Equipment: Dusk Shy carries around a small forging hammer and a pair of forging tongs and calipers, these items being handed down to him by his Master that taught him smithing, as well as his weapon of choice should he get into trouble. It is a small iron warhammer of his own forging, having a flat head with a spike on the other side, and he dresses in leather and fur armor.
Name: Dusk Shy
Age: 23
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2"/74"/188cm
Weight: 280lbs/127kg
Personality: Deeply cynical, Dusk Shy does not usually initiate contact with other people, instead leaving them to contact him on their own, should they need his services. Although a regular customer for a pint or two of ale at the local tavern, he doesn't talk much, and the other customers generally steer clear of him, although more than one brawl has erupted from his seemingly-disinterested attitude towards an overly-friendly patron.
Appearance: Dusk Shy is tall for his village, intimidating more than one patron of his forge. Being as well-built as a blacksmith must be, he gives off an air of stoniness, concentrating entirely on his craft. With a strong jawline coming from eating lean and enough facial hair to disguise it, he looks rather rugged with his dusty apron and dirty, unkempt, shoulder-length hair.
History: Being born to the local stablekeeper, Dusk Shy grew up tending to the horses of passing merchants, what passed for the mail service, and whatever horses the villagers didn't take care of themselves. His family had been doing this for many generations, most of the reason being their innate understanding of horses and their kind, due to the equithropian blood running through their veins. Although all the family was able to communicate on a level above most others, several generations of none having shown the particular gift of being able to transform passed. Keeping their history alive, stories were passed down of the trials that first caused their ancestors to discover their gift. Dusk Shy was enthralled by these stories, going out of his way at a young age to simulate similar circumstances, in vain hopes that he might be the one. One day, while foolishly forging out into the forest around his village alone at about the age of eight, he was beset upon by wolves when he lingered a bit too long after dusk. Fleeing for his life, he did not get too far before one of the wolves leapt at him. In desperation, he kicked at it, striking it square in the chest. Much to his surprise, the wolf's ribs cracked upon impact, and the creature flew backwards farther than should have been possible. Using this newfound strength to fuel his flight, he returned to his village, out of breath and mildly totally freaking out. Informing his father of what had happened, he was brought to the family matriarch, for examination of whether this was the family's gift, or simply a strange happenstance. Later in life, still training and working on utilizing the ancient gift correctly, he has chosen to use the strength he can imbue himself with towards the art of forging, preferring the smell of heated metal and soot covering his body at the end of the day to caring for horses, although he still maintains a unique connection with them.
Skills: Smelting of most metals, forging of most metals, trains with a hammer, leather curing.
Abilities: Smite (strike with the pointed side of his hammer rather than the flat head), Equithropy transformation allowing reformation of body parts into horse-like organs (lasts a few minutes and can be done twice within 24 hours), strength passively 3x the average human's.
Equipment: Dusk Shy carries around a small forging hammer and a pair of forging tongs and calipers, these items being handed down to him by his Master that taught him smithing, as well as his weapon of choice should he get into trouble. It is a small iron warhammer of his own forging, having a flat head with a spike on the other side, and he dresses in leather and fur armor.