Name: Dalton Logan Pitrius
Race: Isur
Age: 45
Birthday: 7th day of fall, 467AV
Gender: Male
Weight: 230lbs
Appearance: Dalton stands at exactly Five feet tall. His dark green eyes stick out because of his gray skin, silver veins, and dark grey hair. His black left arm only serves to make them more prominent, the same going for his veins on his arm. He possess rather broad shoulders, even by Isur standards, and the large muscles that are sported by most, if not all, of his kind. The bony ridges are above his eyes, across his head, again as is common with the Isur, though his is normally covered by his hair. His hair is just long enough to cover his bony ridge as well as the top of his ears, and is normally a mess or at least disheveled.
Personality: His personality seems to be almost entirely dependent on his mood. He can be the blabbermouth, willing to discuss every idea he has ever had, with his close friends only of course. Or the stoic friend, who may not say a word other then "yes" and "no" to elaborate his opinion on the matter. Though he is rarely, if ever, persuaded against his own values and morals. He may not argue that your opinion clashes with his, but he will act on his own opinion even if you tell him otherwise. To him, his "family" is everything, used loosely on the account that his true family has been killed. His new "family" consists of those he holds dearest to him, to those he would do most anything for, and put his life on the line for them. Provided, he has talked it out with them and their choices weren't based purely on emotion and no logic. Though, in the heat of the moment, Dalton is known to make choices that can threaten his life if it means protecting someone, or something, important. To become close enough to be important is hard, harder for those who are also Isur. He has no clue as to who killed his real family, and so he is wary of anyone new who seems a little too friendly to him.
Likes: -Making things, though armor and weapons are his favorite to make
-the idea of being able to make more things
-exploring his curiosity to its limit
-his "family"
Dis-likes: -those who want to destroy things he made (and still cares about)
-when his curiosity must be set aside for the time-being
-any and all who would harm his "family"
Pre-Creation: Dalton's family was a bit different then the rest of the Pitrius. While the clan itself seemed to enjoy pursuits that involved Djed, Dalton's family was more interested in the creation of everything. Though, his father did have a few friends that practiced animation, which interested Dalton greatly. As a family, Dalton, his parents, and his younger brother, learned to create lots of objects. Dalton would watch in awe as his father and mother would create swords and hammers that were said to be able to bring down the mightiest foe, with the help of Izurdin in some cases. Armor that could withstand the blow of the largest hammers and the strike of the mightiest swords. Though even that didn't seem enough to stop Dalton's curiosity. In his free time, Dalton would run off to a friend of the family who practiced animation and learn what he could, which wasn't much. The man resisted most of Dalton's attempts to teach him more of the craft. When that didn't work, Dalton would run off and watch some of the gadgeteers work, though they wouldn't teach Dalton anything. To Dalton, everything can be built or created, something can be made to get past a situation, whether it be yourself or some creation of yours that gets you through it. Everything builds onto another, or into another in some cases. Dalton loved his life, until the day his family was killed. His father would often voice his opinions, and so was respected by many. Though sometimes this brings the wrong kind of attention. In this case, the attention of a bad man that Dalton's father spoke out against. Dalton knew nothing of it till he got home one day, his family slain. His father, his mother, even his little brother were killed, and undoubtedly Dalton was next. With this he took what he could and fled the city of his people, for any settlement that might take him. Dalton wouldn't stay, he was convinced that this was the cause of the way his people were. Some were too proud for their own good, and for that Dalton even finds that he curses himself when he acts that way. Now he does his best, using the trade he was taught thanks to his family, and of course his god.
Post-creation:
Language fluent: Common
Language basic: Isur
Skills:
Blacksmithing (Competant)- 27 (10@RB, 17@SP)
Weaponsmithing (Novice)- 14 (14@SP)
Armorer (Novice)- 14 (14@SP)
Animation (Novice)- 5 (5@SP)
Lore: Izentor
Lore: Syliran Geography
Gnosis of Izentor (1st)
Equipment:
Leather Shoes [brown]
Wool Pants [brown]
Linen Shirt [dark grey]
Cotton Cloak [dark grey]
Backpack [brown] ( - = inside backpack)
Inventory:
Waterskin [full]
- comb
- razor
- soap
- 4 pieces of bead
- 3 pieces of cooked meat
- small knife for eating
- flint & steel
- leather journal(heirloom)
- ink vial
possessions:
20x20 apartment in Stormhold Citadel
-hearth
-bunk
-chest
-chair
-small table
Ledger:
Starting = 100gm
-1gm ink vial
Total = 99gm
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