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Name: Farrow

Alias: Brok, Sindri, The Farrow, Eorlund, And Many More!

Appearance: A short, brawny man wearing a simple tunic and pants, over which he wears a leather blacksmiths apron made of dragon-hide

Species: Unknown

Sex: Ambiguous, appears masculine

Birthdate: Unknown

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 200 Pounds

Faction: Unaffiliated

Skills: Blacksmithing(M), Enchanting(E), One-Handed(E), Light Armor(A), Alchemy(A), Restoration(A)

Spells: Close Wounds, Heal Other, Turn Undead

Shouts: Yol

Sigil Magic:

Unique Powers: Can use metaphysical concepts (light, darkness, emotions, etc.) as materials for the unique and powerful weapons he makes. He's also one of the greatest smiths to ever exist, but that's more of a skill than a magical power, isn't it?

Power Weakness: Tampering with physical manifestations of concepts hurts. It hurts a lot, imagine being set on fire and having salty lemon-juice poured on the burns. Now imagine that but worse.

Physical Weakness: Short.

Mental Weakness: Has gone dragon-shit crazy over the millenia. He's seen and done things that would mentally shatter a lesser being, and unluckily for him he has been mentally shattered.

Unique Item: Hrungir, a magical hammer that might be the only tool capable of forging the things he does. He's enchanted it to come back to his hand if lost.

Equipment: A simple longsword slung across his back, chainmail armor, and a fur cloak. He has a set of formal clothes, and a set of travelling clothes.

Achievements: One time he out-drank Sanguine. Or so he says, he doesn't quite remember if it was the real Sanguine or some dude named Sam.

Bio: I came into being when lightning struck a hot anvil during the creation of the world. I was spat out of the anvil, and promptly killed for being a Witch. What, you think I'd actually give out my backstory?