<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">†• † • Pontius Ironhands • † •†</span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">• Kevben Battleheart •</span></div><div class="floatright">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/8524d8edf5a296461089fed39d0ab0ee.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>|| : But you can call me : ||</strong> <br/>Ferrus Manus or Iron Hands  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Last I checked : ||</strong>  <br/> A cheeky bastard  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Just a number : ||</strong>  <br/> 29  <br/><br/> <strong>|| : How I roll : ||</strong>  <br/> Women, what else?   <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Where I stand : ||</strong> <br/> I'm the blacksmith of the town, usually forging weapons and the various things we need<br/><br/> <strong>|| : My little parlor tricks : ||</strong>  <br/> Heat Manipulation: His powers are unknown to him as they are done subconsciously as he works, but Pontius is able to play around and manipulate the heat of flames and how hot the metal is when he touches it. This is pretty evident when he reaches into the flames of his forge and plucks whatever he’s working on right out of the fire. This has its drawbacks, however. Firstly, the nerves in his hands are dead so that it makes it a bit of a challenge to make sure that he’s gripping something and isn’t empty handed when he’s supposed to be straightening a blade with his hammer. Also, his power is tied to his mood. When he’s in a good mood his powers are at its best but when his attitude sours it becomes fickle. When he’s angered, that’s when things get dicey as he loses control and any source of fire around him flares up and becomes deadly until he calms down. These are usually apparent with the weather, as when its hot and humid he’s seen as an upbeat person, but as soon as it gets cold he starts to become irritable. The cold can even cause him to go into a catatonic state if it gets cold enough; hence why he’s always seen dressed up like a bear during the colder months. [color] <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Underneath It All : ||</strong>  <br/> Pontius is a bit of an odd one. When at work he tends to speak softly to himself or muttering softly to whatever it is he’s working with and when ask about this, he explains that, “I’m speaking to the soul within the metal, informing it of its task.” He’s at his most talkative when he’s at work but is normally more on the silent side. He’ll talk to keep things from going dull, but he’s more of a man of action rather than one of words. During cold days though he should be avoided like a bear in hibernation as he tends to be very annoyed until he has the flames of his forge burning high and hot and he himself is feeling quite warm. <br/><br/> <strong>|| : Where I’ve been : ||</strong>  <br/> Born and raised within Stratclaw, Pontius has really only known of one life and that of being the towns blacksmith. Ever since he was a lad Pontius was being prepared by his father to take his place when he passed on, which eventually happened when he was seventeen. Until then, he was made to do tedious tasks such as collecting wood and ensuring that the flames were stoked. Occasionally he would be sent out and deliver various items such as nails. On a few rare occasions when his father had the extra metal he would allow Pontius to make something as well, though it was usually something boring as his father wouldn’t let him touch weapons until he was in his early teens.<br/><br/>Always was he learning new things about being the towns blacksmith that all he really knew was the various aspects of it such as when to take a piece of heated metal and cool it off or how long to keep something in the forge to be able to mold it into the shape he needed it to be. On more than one occasion did he end up burning himself, but he never really noticed it until his father would cry out and dip his hands into the water barrel since the sleeve of his shirt would catch alight. His father wasn’t quite sure of what to think of it and Pontius himself wasn’t overly concerned about it as he went back to work. This would last until his father finally passed on and he took over from there.<br/><br/>Life was never really all that interesting for Pontius as he tended to stay within the confines of the wall unless he had to go out to gather wood. It was during one of those trips when the sun was going beginning to pass down from its zenith and he was starting to make his way out of the northern woods with a torch in hand when he was ambushed by a mantis. The thing had blended well enough with the environment that he hadn't noticed it until the thing had knocked him to the ground. Though it was bright enough out, Pontius always felt better having a fire nearby and it proved useful as it somehow flared up and frightened the mantis that intended to kill him. Not really all that sure what had saved him, thinking that maybe some dry leaves had merely caught light, he gathered himself and the wood he was gathering and hurried home with only the dirt on his clothes to show what had transpired. </span>