<div class="floatleft">(http://odstatic.com/todoseries.com/marcus-glaber.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Basics</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Laverius Dulaine<br/><strong>Age:</strong>31, looks a bit older<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Royal Armorer of Aserit<br/><strong>Player:</strong>kckolbe<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Look</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'11<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>175<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Dark Brown<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Brown<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Light, but with a bit of tan<br/><strong>Anything else:</strong>(i.e piercing, tattoos, anything unique to you)  Nothing special, though he has a very analytical stare<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The story</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Touches, grinding, skimpy clothing.  He likes feeling important, especially from those of higher status.  He sometimes returns the favor with those beneath them, styling them as lords and ladies (particularly ladies) in private.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Dismissiveness, roughness, shows of machismo/blatant boasting<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>He wants to be a real noble, to mean something.  He knows that he has risen above his station and possibly above his skill.  He is very careful when speaking about his trade, not wanting to sell himself short and risk being thought less valuable, but far more afraid of boasting at more than he can accomplish.<br/><strong>Habits:</strong>He often "appraises" things and people twice, the second one occasionally off-putting when it is a person he is looking at.<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Smithing (particularly armor), and a decent archer.<br/><strong>History:</strong>At one point his family had had proper station, but a few generations of lackluster warriors had reduced their family to little more than a footnote.  Expected to help redeem the family's reputation and current standing, Laverius began training as an archer at the age of 8, and showed passable promise.  If nothing else, he would not further his family's decline, and might lead a squad of archers when he came of age.<br/><br/>Things soon changed, however, when Laverius' family went into debt beyond their failing name, and Laverius was taken from them, gifted to a local blacksmith at the age of 11.  His parents were re-drafted into the army.  Laverius did not see them again.  After five years, Laverius was finally deemed a journeyman.  He had been ready well before that, but the smith had not wished to dispense with free labor until pressured.<br/><br/>Laverius spent many years as a smith, traveling with units and making repairs, occasionally making a little money by doing special orders.  He bought a bow at the age of 17, the first possession of his other than his tools.  He re-discovered his childhood fondness for archery, and also discovered a taste for soft women.  After a couple of years following advance units, he found work at a staging fort outside Theiri, where his life began changing.  For once he was the best smith of an area as opposed to simply the only one around.  Bribes began coming in for special orders on work lesser smiths would normally do.  Women waited at his bed, exchanging favors for shields for their families.  He was living there, and had been for several years when an old man began visiting him, looking over his wares and inquiring about special arms.  It turned out the man was the Master Smith, and, at the age of 23, Laverius was to become his apprentice.<br/><br/>8 years have passed since then, two with the Master, and six at the castle.