Aryth Gyarin

[Aryth Gyarin]

character name: Aryth Gyarin
player name: Dave Horn
player age: 21
character age: 55
race: dwarf
height: 4' 5"
weight: 280 pounds
eye color: Granite Blue
hair: redish brown.
skin: dark, tanned

physical appearance:

short in stature, but nearly as wide as he is tall. his beard tucks into the belt that binds his chain mail hauberk at his waist. short pants revel the tops of steel plated boots. Aryths arms look like he could rip a tree in half and his face is puckered with burns from his furnace and usually graced with a scowl. his red hair is bound in a ponytail and braided down his back. his flat nose points almost at a right angle to his face from where he traded hits with a troll.

personality

Aryth (Ahr-uth) is a decent man having lived his life well and honorably. he has a booming sense of humor when the time is right, and steadfast loyalty to his freinds and family. he himself is a father to two children, and husband to a faery woman. he can at times be gruff, but is usually repentant in his own way: " be gone with ye, lest i put you to work at the bellows." ..."but enough of that hollerin' mess. Ye woulda come fer a reason, id wager. and not for me good looks HAR HAR-AAH!" with a booming laugh like that, on a good day you could hear him coming before you could see him.

property/possessions:
one three bedroom below-ground dwelling.
one above-ground smithy
one below-ground smithy
three mules
one horse
six acres
one metal goods store. (fully stocked by himself and his father.)
various smithy tools (anvils, tongs hammers, rasps, foils.)

history:

Aryth has lived just outside marn his whole life. he was raised outside of town and rarely ventured into the nicer neighborhoods. as a youth he use to get into lots of fights with the local thugs and rarely lost. by twenty years old no one would fight him and he didnt really have very many friends. he was an angry youth, always yelling and fighting his father. one day he came home drunk and his father told him to move out if he was going to make an ass of hiself, so he packed his things and and lumbered out to a cave near the woods about thirty miles away.
he lived there for a few months feeling like a dipshit, comeing home drunk like that. but he was still an angry youth. sometimes he would lay in wait for traveler to come by and force them to fight him, and they would lose. he would take all their food and drink, and then knock them out and tie them to their horse and set their horse to running. after being a smith since his early childhood he had devealpoed muscles most people didn't know existed. He would often wrestle with bears and fight packs of wolves just to keep himself occupied. But after nine months of living in the woods, off of plants and fruit and very little meat he was beginning to wither, which is almost impossible for a dwarf.
he was staggering down the road to Marn, haggard and hungry, when a large group of men carrying cubs and chains spotted him. "thats the man cried a previous victim of Aryths. aryth fought as hard as he ever had, but after the chain hit his leg and brok it, he went down. the men beat him for what felt like an eternity. then it stopped and he was aware that it was raining.
slipping in and out of consciousness he finally woke up on the bed he had been told to vacate nine months previously. he threw his legs off his bed ans tried to stand... promptly falling over. looking down he realized that his left leg below the knee was gone.
his father said that three days ago he had gone out into the yard to see a young lady standing over aryths body. aryths father had rushed to him and in the confusion of the events following the girl slipped away. it took him months to learn to walk properly with his peg leg, and in those months he was visited by a vision of beauty. each night she would softly sing him to sleep, and every morning there was a fresh flower by his head. as the months turned into years, Aryth sought out his anonymous love.
one night his loneliness became too much for him, the girl had already left his window, and if he spoke to her she would vanish like the wind. so he went to the larder and retrieved a jug of ale. he had jug at his lips and he was looking through the window when he heard her cry for the first time. after a few seconds the sobbing stopped and she said "please don't. don't destroy yourself again." aryth knew that if he looked at her she would vanish so he shut his eyes and said, "then marry me, because i would rather die than spend one more minute without you." Aryth waited but there was no response.
that night Aryth couldn't bring the jug to his lips, so he rolled over and eventually fell asleep.
The next day Aryth woke up to his father pounding on his door. "get up son, i need to talk to you." his dad came in asking if aryth had got some girl knocked up and wouldn't stop long enough for aryth to figure out what was goin on. so his dad took one long breath and said "follow me son." and walked into the kitchen. as aryth came in he saw his mother standing by the stove, a tearfull expression on her face. but there was someone else in the house. a beautiful young lady. she was a foot taller than Aryth and had long brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes.
a bit more gruff than he intended he said, "uh, who be this beautiful lass, da?" and without missing a beat, Aryths father said "she's your bride."
that young lady turned out to be the young lady who sang at his window. she was a feary, and she saved his life that day in the woods about five years back.
they fell deeply in love and were married inside a year, propmly moving out of his parents house he built, or rather dug and mined out, his own house and smithies situated in a rocky terrain just over the hill from where his father lives. his father built him both forges as a wedding gift and retired to run the metal goods store in the northwestern most part of downtown. not much else to tell. studied weapon making with older members of his clan since childhood. specializes in weaponmaking, but settles for black smithing for a living. has developed a hobby of precious metal smithing, and is passably skillful for a dwarf.

strengths
Proficiant with almost all hammer weapons and most two handed weapons, has some skill at wielding bladed weapons. his daughter and his wife are the two greatest sources of joy in Aryths life. the give him the strength to bend the iron to his will with exception skill.

he is uncharacteristically curious for a dwarf, and that lends him a pretty good knowledge of how things work, as well as different methods of accomplishing tasks.
although he does not practice magic himself, he understand that it exists, and its importance in the world around him. he still gets highly offended and angry when someone uses magic in his shop... only because it would expose his wife if he came under investigation.

weaknesses.
recovering alchaholic
afraid of heights, cant swim, and has a mangled leg which was amputated and fit with a peg. if anything were to happen to his wife or daughter it is quite likely he would site dawn and die, having lost the will to live. severe weather and extreme cold irritate his joints.
cant handle his booze, he can pack it away with the best drinkers but he stays drunk longer and has debilitating hangovers that sometimes last more than three days.
only speaks Eyropian and Dwarvish.

[Niabi]

Approved.