Player: Pittbull_mike

Name:Gehrim Dodsom

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 23

Appearance: Standing at 5'4" Gehrim appears exactly like he is, a blacksmith. He wears the simple clothing, made of strong cloth, which is black in color. His pants are tucked into his boots, which are knee high and folded at the top. He wears a belt with the basic smithy kit, just in case he's caught in a needed situation for repairs. He carries for sentimental value more than battle a large hammer (well, for a smithy to use) , which is exquisitely carved with his family symbol on the sides. Every now and then Gehrim will give a wheezing cough, brought on by being in the forge too long. Despite his profession, Gehrim attempts to keep himself clean, which his dark brown skin always helps in doing. He was one of the family to recieve his father's early balding, so Gehrim keeps his head shaved. This shaved head is what defines him as a smart smithy, hair burns, therefore bad when near fires.

Magic: (None yet, but it will become a big part of the RP eventually)

Personality: Gehrim caries himself with confidence, and its not misplaced. He knows that a smithy is better with both hands, therefore the guards will give him a small amount of leniency. When in another town or area where he is not known, however, Gehrim is a different person. He is polite, respectful and always attempting to be vigil of nobles and people of power. Gehrim knows how to speak kindly and respectfully, however, people tend to see him worthless when he speaks in the common tongue rather than the way nobles talk. That either means that he will be killed, or will be ignored. In the taverns that Gehrim is known in, he is admired for a great baritone voice that sings and puts many drunk men to sleep if he happens to sing a slow song.

History: Born and raised in a large city in Menevyr, Gehrim grew up learning the forge. Like most trades persons, Gehrim's father was an armor smith and weapon smith, and thats what Gehrim learned. "Make the sword, they come for the armor, make a better sword, they come for a shield... Make perfect armor, they never come back." That was one of Gehrim's fathers lessons, and he learned that it was quite impossible not to follow it since armor could never be made perfect. His family had a growing buisness, that was supported by Gehrims 5 older siblings. He grew up learning the trade until he was 18.

During that year his father died, with no will to name a successor for his forge. His brothers squabbled over it, but Gehrim didn't. He simply packed his bags with all the forge equipment he could carry and left to greener pastures. He writes to his mother every now and then. He gets by through renting forges and repairing others armor and weapons. Sometimes he gets a small job for the winter months with a forge to focus on his trade. But no matter how he gets by, the simple thing is he does get by.