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Name: Rahdel
Race: Elf
Soul name: Behn
Profession/Position: Weaponsmith, jewelry maker, weapons dealer/trader and weapon's trainer
Magic's: Sending and _very_ weak metal-shaping and fire influence
Weapons: Just about everything, but he is never seen without his dirk on his thigh, and rarely is he without his sword on his back
Skills: Making weapons, combat, joking, getting others to join whatever cause he happens to be fighting for
Age: 386
Height: 5' 3", quite tall for an elf
Eyes: A stunning, dark violet, almost dark blue
Hair Color: Deep, rich ruddy red
Hair Style: Worn to waist and held at the bottom loosely. Wisps of escaped bangs frame his face over thin, black sweatband
Complexion: Fairly pale
Build: Visible strength and strong shoulders, with a deep, muscled chest and narrow waist
Scars: Many scars on his hands from working in the forge. Many smaller scars over his body from various fights
Other Marks: Very calloused hands
Clothing summer: Somewhat loose, gray breeches tucked inside black boots that reach bottom of knees. Lightweight, loose black tunic that is tied loosely at neck, no sleeves. Dark purple sash around waist, belting the tunic, and hangs to knees. No shirt or sash when working in the forge
Clothing winter: Same pants and boots, but with a black, fur-lined tunic with hood.
Special Possessions: his forge...it took him years to get it
Fears: nothing he will admit
Dislikes: Chaos (especially in his forge), ignorant apprentices, being looked down on by humans
Likes: Trading, working his forge, getting good reactions of his work, combat, when his apprentice's become masters
Dreams: Of having a family
Personality: His bark is worse than his bite, really. He seems gruff and cold on the outside to strangers, but that's because he's slow to trust and open up. More of a 'friends with benefits' kind of guy, rather than a flirt. But in the forge, he has a bellow that can rival any human's, and it is often heard ringing throughout the forge. His barked orders are expected to be followed immediately and apprentices better watch out they openly disobey him. He cares a lot for his honor and for his pride. But he still has quite a soft spot for the apprentices (though he would die before he admitted it), and the apprentices know it.
Quirks: One eyebrow lowers when he's mildly upset
Father: Orek-d
Mother: Cynrill-alive, NPC (unless adopted)
Brothers: open
Sisters: open
Soul sibs: open
Children: none
Lifemates: open
Lovemates: open
Recognized: no
History: His parents recognized after years of being lovemmates, so Rhadel grew up in a happy, healthy home. He became an apprentice to one of the most prestigious smithy's in the area when he was about 70 years old. He took to it as a fish to water, and soon he had made a name for himself. His mother taught him the use of the weapons he makes, and he became a Master by the time he was 100. His father died soon after, trampled by a frantic horse. Rhadel put every bit of his life into getting his own smithy from that day on. Blood, sweat and tears was the payment for the smithy Rhadel dubbed The Silver Blade. After only a few years, Rhadel had co-smithers and even his own apprentice, a human girl name Lerise. The girl became a master swordswoman and smither. Since Lerise, there have been many apprentice's, both for the forge and for the sword. Most were human, and long since dead now. But Rhadel treasures every moment he had with each one...even when the human apprentices became taller than himself.
~Bond Animals ~
Name: Glare
Sex/Species: Male/Gyrfalcon
Appearance: Mottled white, gray and black feathers with light gray beak and yellow eyes
Personality: Curious about _everything. Noses into things he shouldn't and nibbles on things to determine what they are. Preens Rhadel's hair when he gets nervous
