Name: Khadmas Ironbeard
Alias: The Nomad Tradesman
Race: Cephan
Age: 227
Apperance:Standing at 4'8'' and a rousing 197 pounds of pint-sized muscle, Khadmas is a Cephan of unique appearance, to say the least. His long, rust-coloured hair is frayed at the ends, and his similarly-toned beard, reaching down long enough to be tucked into his belt buckle, is singed near the bottom, blackened hair perpetually a designation of his work as a craftsman and tradesman. His muscled form is adorned in a sleveless leather jerkin, the shirt itself frayed and worn from years of work at the forge. A large, leather belt rests on his waist, and is often the point at which his beard is tucked. A pair of forging goggles rest perpetually on his forehead, and a pair of studded leather gloves adorn his thick hands.
His tough, thick legs are adorned with singed, blackened leather leggings, once the color of doeskin, and now darkened and burnt by his work. His black boots are nicked and worn, beaten up by his profession.
The blacksmith Dwarf's skin, though originally on the average paleness of a human, in account of his work in the forge, is more than frequently blackened by soot. His weatherworn face still smiles, his eyes wrinkled and aged by his time at hard work, and by his own considerable experience.
Personality:
"Liferock help me, I'm gunna beat this stubborn blade intae shape if it keeps me up all night! Lass, fetch me an ale, would ye kindly?"
This sentence signifies Khadmas' existence. A blacksmith and tinkering engineer, he is an excellent Cephan Craftsman. One of the many men of the world who are trying to uncover the secrets of powder weapons and firearms, he is a tenacious Cephan, unwilling to give up, and unbending in his trust in the Liferock. Despite the singings and burnings he has received from his work in the forge and with firearms, he has refused to give up, in the hopes that one day he will craft a fully functional weapon that he may keep at his side. Occasionally the many weapons he creates do fire, and that makes him anxious, makes him certain he's getting close to success. That they tend to explode or fall apart at the same time doesn't deter him in the least. He knew he was getting there. That was what mattered.
The same analogy could be used for his relationship with his wife. Dedicated to the woman, he promises to keep himself alive for her sake, and has thus far held true to this. His love for the woman is often what drives him to keep going, wanting to return to her bedecked in the masterfully made works of his craft, determined to become a great smith and to master the art of creating a firearm, the elusive weapon that has puzzled his mind since his inception into the concept.
Abilities and equipment:
Though strong and hearty, Khadmas has no overtly unique abilties, though he is a skilled smith and woodworker, a craftsman of the world. Armed with a pair of crossbows, a handaxe and a hammer, he strides into the world with a decent skill in combat as well, adorned in armor largely composed of thick leather, but also consisting of some metal plates and chain meshes in locations, such as a chainmail undershirt which rests under his regular outfit, and the metal plates on the backs of his leather gloves and on his boots. A pair of quivers containing many crossbow bolts adorn his back along with the aforementioned crossbows, while his hammer and axe rest on his belt. His blacksmith's equipment and his many products slung in the bag he carries with him, which is often slung over the crossbow and quivers, both to hold his equipment steady and to carry the bag easily, he is often prepared for the occasion at hand. carrying provisions as well as his blacksmith's tools, he also has some of his prototype firearms with him, which he is frequently testing, breaking, repairing, rebuilding and improving.
Backstory: WIP
