Post by Nayeli on Jul 7, 2013 3:45:46 GMT -5
I was given the nameAnajazpoak' Pohazi'ar
Born on a cold morningOne Hundred Years Ago in Year 883
To the Mountains as aDwarf Woman
Trained to be aSmith
Allied with the mightyDwarf & Dûrgrimst Ingeitum
My father called me a beautiful woman…Humph, that is merely a word. I have no time for such meanin’less compliments, I have a job to do! What, you want to know what I look like. Bah! Just leave me alone… You will if I tell you? Oh, for the sake of Helzvog, very well! I am a dwarf you lazhnark ataurk, I hope you can realize that much! I have red hair, like that of fire as well as blood. It reaches down below my shoulders and nearly to my bum, biut I keep it braided and from my face most the time. However, I do have shorter hair around my face, which as my mother says, frames it. Is that enough for you? No! Ah, you drive me mad! Can’t you just go away and leave me be? I have things to do! Fine, as long as you will leave me alone after this. I am fifty-two bloody inches, makin’ me slightly taller than my mother, barely allowing me to reach my father’s height of fifty-four inches. My skin is natural colored and most the time smudged with grim and dirt. I hold brown eyes that have a slightly reddish tone to them.
Okay, is that it? Can I please go now! WHAT! My clothes? Is that really needed? Oh my gosh! This is beyond stupid… I sound like a babblin’ idiot. Fine, you want to know what I wear? That is fine! Just bloody brilliant! Normally, I wear wool like clothin’ and either long sleeve or short sleeves. Beini a woman, I most the time wear dresses that go to my feet and I wear boots as well. And I guess if it is formal wear, I like to wear a dark brown dress with golden embroidery and nice dress boots. Other than that, nothin’ special at all.
Alright, I’m done here with your stupid questions. Get out of my way because this sword is beyond my help! Go on, Move!
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lazhnark ataurk(mewling idiot)
My mother said I was a blessing from Helzvog…But aren’t we all blessings from the creator? Yes, I believe so, which doesn’t make me very special at all. Oh sure, I got my own way of doing things for meself and that is how I like it. I don’t want anyone tellin’ me what I have to do and what I can’t do. I ain’t very good being nice to people, I put my mind into my work and that is it. I don’t see the point in being nice unless they are buyin’ somethin’. So, get out of here if ya ain’t buyin’ anything. What? You want to ask more questions? Really? Look, you already messed up one damn sword, don’t do it again unless you want your freakin’ head cut off. Just a few? –sigh- Fine! Only a few more, but that is it. I’m pretty laid back most the time, I don’t mind havin’ a good time drinkin’ some mead with the boys. I got a soft spot for the young ladies, always wanting them to be on the right path and stand up for themselves. I ain’t one for fallin’ love. I’m too tough to fall in love, so don’t be courtin’ me. I got my own bridges to build and burn and I don’t need someone comin’ along with me. So, move on…
Being from a clan made up of great Smith’s, I take pride in my work. Don’t insult it unless you plan on fightin’. I don’t mind killin’ some low life beings because they hit my swords with a sour remark.
Born in the great mountains known as Boer…I was born to the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum clan one hundred years ago to a blacksmith for a father and a craftswoman for a mother. I was the third out of five children, and one of the most outgoin’ ones. I had a drawin’ to the skills of blacksmithin’ and it was somethin’ I wanted to do for the rest of my life. After growin’ and learnin’ of the skills, I started workin’ with my father. I was not around during the ancient days of battles between my people and the beast known as dragons. I know that many dwarves died at the claws of these great beast, but I hold nothin’ against the creatures. We were native and they are as native as they come and it was somethin’ that was bound to happen.
After many years of learnin’ and becoming better, my father had me learn how to use the weapons to the point of mastery and I found myself enjoyin’ this. After learnin’ this skill, I took a pack animal and traveled from city to city in the great mountains, learnin’ how to better my skills as a blacksmith. I found out on one return to my home in Farthen Dûr, that I am related to the great blacksmith known as Fûthark, whom taught a elven smith how to work metal. It has forced me to want to travel to the great forest to meet this elf as it means she knew my family. I left again to learn more about my people and soon started takin’ tools with me to allow me to work on the road and started takin’ a wagon and workin’ from the field. I gain many followers and some wanted me to stay or continue to travel to city after city.
It was when I was fifty that I was contacted by someone of another city to tell me my father was ill with an unknown sickness. I rushed west to be by his side, but I didn’t make it in time. The great Helzvog took my father during his sleep and my siblings and I began figurin’ out how to split everything. My two sisters had become craftswoman and already engaged to become married and my two brother both wanted to work in the forge. We chose to all work in the forge and I stopped travelin’ from place to place.
Since then, I have worked there and never left. My dreams of leaving the great city gone due to my fate here.
