<strong>Name:</strong>Sebastian "Bastian" Archambault<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Lawful Neutral<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 20<br/><strong>Height &amp; Weight</strong>: 6’ 2” and 240 lbs.<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Sexual Nature:</strong>Tease he is good looking and knows it. Enjoying the attention of various women at times, but Sebastian has been pining for a certain noblewoman since a secret affair a few summers back.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x310/The_Ultimate_Wrestling_Gallery/Triple%20H/TripleH024.jpg):</strong>With fine broad shoulders and thick arms Sebastian looks bred for the life of a smith. He has shoulder-length, black hair, worn loose or tied back in a short ponytail. He has attempted to grow a beard in the past, however, he has a baby face and given up on anything past a thin goatee. Often he has the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow after many a hard hour at the forge.<br/><br/>While his rich brown eyes can seem dull at times, he is often quiet, taking time to think things over and process them. Which sometimes gives him the appearance of being slow-witted when in truth, he thinks very thoroughly.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A kind-hearted young man. Sebastian does not stomach the games or duplicity of others, though he has learned that he has to often hold his tongue when dealing with nobles.<br/><br/>More than anything he wishes to win the heart of his noblewoman. Going so far as to joining the King’s army to just have the chance to become a renowned general to rise in status. Disillusioned at being told his skills as a smith would mean he would be slaving away forging swords and repairing armor all day, he abandoned the idea.<br/><br/>Now Sebastian is considering a life of adventure to earn a fortune to become worthy of his lady fair.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/><br/>The symphony of the forge rang out across the courtyard of his lordship’s manor. Sebastian swung his hammer. Once, twice, three quick strikes ring out as he gripped the yellow hot steel with heavy tongs. The steady whoosh of the bellows stroked the fire which added its own choir to the song. Working the metal on the rounded horn of the anvil three quick taps finished the tune.<br/><br/>Sweat trickled down the back of the young bull of a man as his thick arms thrust the piece he was working back into the coals. Bins held lengths of iron and steel in various thicknesses around the large open room. His eyes drawn toward the finely worked bridal hanging from a peg across from him. Moons and stars worked in silver decorated it. Looking down he watched the metal as its color lightened to just short of pure white. Ready he pulled it out with his tongs, laid it on the anvil, folding the edges of the bar. Hammering the middle out to a broad blade from time to time he returned the metal to the coals. Soon a crude knife blade began to take shape.<br/><br/>“She’ll like it, lad.” His master’s words startled him from his work. He cursed as he almost dropped the red hot steel.<br/><br/>“It is to be her birthday present, Master Cauthon,” Sebastion said, sheepishly rubbing the back of head.<br/><br/>“Lad…” Master Cauthon was a bear of a man his face framed by a shaggy brown beard just beginning to show signs of gray. “We need to talk.” A sad look came to the old smith’s eyes as he sat on a nearby anvil.<br/><br/>“You know lad young love,” he began. “It is a wondrous thing it can make you feel like there is nothing you cannot overcome.” The man paused searching for the words to tell his apprentice that the lady’s father would never approve.<br/>===========================================<br/><br/><strong>Stats</strong>: You start out with six different traits, including: Strength (physical power), Dexterity (agility), Constitution (strength of body), Intelligence, Wisdom (common sense and force of will) and Charisma (attractiveness derived from both physical appearance and character). Simply order them from most exceptional to weakest trait, and I'll handle the rest.<br/>Sebastian chooses: Strength, Constitution, Charisma, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom<br/><br/><strong>Class</strong>: Barbarian or Fighter?<br/><br/><strong>Feats &amp; Skills</strong>: An accomplished blacksmith and an expert tavern brawler. He also knows the weak points of many different types of weapons and armor.<br/><br/><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>???<br/><br/><strong>Money &amp; Items:</strong>Has a few coins hidden away from years of saving that he plans to use to fund his adventures. Or perhaps, if he is lucky, an elopement and a new life somewhere far away.<br/><br/>Always carries a thick twenty pound hammer used at his work in the forge stuck in a loop on his belt. When wielding it he uses an old blacksmith's trick and ties a leather strap around his wrist to the hammer's haft so not to drop it.<br/><br/>A beautifully crafted silver etched dagger, decorated with moons and stars is sheathed in his boot. A gift he plans to give to his noble woman.<br/><br/>Lastly he wears a partially completed chain mail vest under his shirt. His own work. After he was forbidden to join the King's army as anything other than a smith he set about crafting this armor.