Name: Baldor Ferrum
Race: Mountain dwarf
Dragon: Penna captain-flowers.deviantart.com…
Sasha Ferrum- mother, alive- living with Baldor’s father in Viendet
Thorthic Ferrum- father, alive- living with Baldor’s mother in Viendet
Around 4’9’ with dirty blonde hair and golden eyes. Slight stubble along his jaw, but nothing very long; he doesn’t want to bother with a beard getting in the way while working. Clothing- fav.me/d6rot0c
Strong: Baldor has a strong upper body thanks to his years of working a blacksmith. He is also able to maintain strenuous physical activity for long periods of time because of the long hours at the forge, as long as the activity isn’t running.
Perceptive: Baldor’s keen eye for detail allows him to stop imperfections and create the best metals. It also allows Baldor to be able to pick up on his dragon’s and other peoples’ moods easily. And if he notices someone is feelings down, Baldor will try to cheer them up in whatever way he can.
Kindhearted: Baldor is always trying to make you feel better if your down, and will help you however he can. Baldor will never turn down an injured animal or a friend in need. He’s always there to listen to rants and will give you whatever advice he can.
Trustworthy: Baldor will never divulge a secret you give him, and is always there to lend a hand if you need it. He’s devoted to his friends, dragon, and work and will do just about anything for them.Slow: While Baldor has a strong upper body, he is incredible slow. Baldor takes a long time to accomplish most tasks, but they are usually worth the wait. Baldor cannot run very well. His short legs can’t take him very far quickly.
Shy: Baldor is soft spoken and isn’t much of a social butterfly. He’s more inclined to sit around, watching and listening to everything going on around him. You’ll rarely hear Baldor voice an opinion, he’s more likely to let someone else choose what to do.
Clumsy: A rather bad trait for a blacksmith, but Baldor is inclined to lose his balance and drop things at inconvenient times. This is one of the reason he refuses to go to the edges of Apsu. Also, in social situations Baldor’s likely to drop things or trip do to his nerves.
Weapon: short sword
Backpack for traveling: bedroll, water skin, rations, flint and steel, hammer and piton
Blacksmith apron (only worn while working)
Baldor was born on the coldest night during a longer winter 40 years ago, and the cold has stuck with him ever since. Or so his mother says. Baldor grew up in a happy family in Viendet. His father owned a smithery and Baldor studied the trade under his father. They weren’t the best smiths in town (but they defiantly weren’t the worst), and their affordable princes keep a steady stream of customers coming through.
One day, Baldor’s father came to him and told him to pack up, they were going on a trip into the mountains to find a meteorite that had landed. All the way up Baldor's father raved about how they could use the metal to make the best swords. They hiked for three days before they reached the stony valley Baldor's father had been telling him about for so long, but when they arrived they found it empty. Baldor's father was heartbroken when they examined the clear signs that someone had gotten the meteorite before them; he told his son to fetch wood for a fire, they would spend the night here.
Carefully picking his way through the rocky terrain, Baldor wondered about trying to find good wood for the fire. He was about to turn around when a rock gave way beneath him. He slide down the slope and came to a stop inside a large cave. Pushing himself up, Baldor examined the cave. From deep within he could feel a pulsating warmth that drew him deeper into the cavern. After a few minutes the cavern opened revealing a small, crackled, red egg. Baldor quickly seized the egg and rushed back to the surface to find his father, tales of the mighty Dragon Riders coursing through his head.
After returning home with the egg, Baldor's mother and father urged him to join the Dargona, knowing their son and soon to be dragon needed a safe place to stay. And so Baldor set off and joined the ranks of Dargona becoming their blacksmith. Not really knowing where to start, Baldor made the long trip to Ival, hoping that someone in the vast kingdom would know something about how to join Dargona. He wandered around the city until he had used up most of his coin. Nearly out of cash, Baldor decided to spend just one more night in a cheep room above a small tavern. While sitting and eating dinner, Baldor overheard a man speaking of the new riders in a loud voice. Baldor edged his way closer to hear the man better and learned that the man was looking to find potential riders for Dargona. Baldor approached the man as he made his way up to his room at the tavern and explained his situation. The man handed Baldor a silver compass and watched as the compass spun slightly before pointing west. The man clapped Baldor on the shoulder and told him he had passed the first test, Baldor was pure of heart and would be welcomed in Dargona. The man introduced himself as Downing and told Baldor they would leave shortly.
They set off the next day, heading in whatever direction the compass pointed. It was a hard and long journey, but after sometime, Downing told Baldor they had arrived and that a Rider would be down shortly to pick him up. With a wave, Downing turned around and left Baldor to start the next leg of his journey in Apsu alone.Interesting Extra Info:
All sorts of races moved about him as Baldor sat back and watched while eating his lunch. Apsu was so different from Viendet where he had grown up; he had never seen so different races talking so freely with each other. Baldor smiled slowly, excited by the new surroundings and life ahead of him. Quickly finishing his lunch, Baldor decided to go check on his egg. He could already image all the fun and experiences he would have once his dragon hatched. Baldor scuttled off to the hatchery as fast as his short legs would carry him.