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Username:SLAG
Name: Efritte
Bio: Skilled in several of the subtle arts of 'slave craft' this former slave is quite skilled at fulfilling any need or whim his mistress has. Past owners have also taught him several useful skills such as black smithing and metal working given his unique abilities he has become quite skilled at forge work and armor smithing. Since being rescued some time ago from a rather abusive owner he has spent much of his time honing his skills and developing his craft. Now that he is in his mid twenties he has become an accomplished crafts person and makes masterpieces that are sought after by both skilled warriors and collectors alike and will gladly share any profits made from his forge work with his new mistress.
Appearance: Face
Powers: Immunity to heat and fire, Fire control, Unnatural strength.
How much you are online: often (Note: Life is crazy for me at the moment so I might vanish for a day or two at a time at random intervals... I will try to give fare warning about such happenings when ever I can.)
Description of your room: (I'll post a link to a small map soon...)

Returning from the sparing/training area with bundles of broken and worn out armor and weapons he drops them all with a loud clang before noticing the woman standing in his room looking around he tilts his head. "may I help you ma'am?"

"I am making my self useful by repairing some of the old equipment from the Battle/sparing house..." He smiled softly and bowed his head. "You are welcome to visit any time you like but it's rather empty here aside from the small forge I put in."

"I don't actually weld Ma'am... I smith... hammers anvils forges... I do need little welding but haven't learned that part quite yet..." He aid picking up a small sledge about 3-3.5 lb ad grabs a beat up and dented looking chest-plate and begins hammering out the dents with out even heating the metal cold hammering much of the piece making a loud racket as he worked.

"No apologies needed..." He said in a warm tone as he hammered the last few dents out then moved over to a rack of steel bars that hat things on the end selecting a bar that had a large 3" Diameter steel ball on the end he slots the end of the bar that didn't have anything on it into a hole toward the back of the anvil and placed the chest plate over the ball and taking out a hard rubber mallet he begins hammering again this time taking any small dents and hammer marks out of the piece as he checks his work he nods then sets the armor down and gets a small punch and takes the armor over to a large wooden block where he places it on the block so the head of the rivet was against the wood and the shank was pointed toward him taking his punch and a 2lb sledge he begins to remove the rivets holding on the leather straps.

He stokes the fires in his forge and tosses the armor in the fire and let it get white hot before reaching in bare handed and pulling it out and tossing it in a cold brine bath to quench. "I am sorry I am not paying much attention to you Ma'am... I can continue this work later if you want?"

He nods and pulls the chest plate from the quench and places it on the wooden block drying it off and polishing it up before going into a draw on a near by work bench and getting new rivets and leather straps for the armor replacing them with stronger thicker versions to make sure they stand up better to the wear and abuse they would be getting in the battle area.

He stops for a moment and looks down. "A former owner thought it would be good for me to learn a trade... so I could earn my keep, my immunity to fire led him to metal working..." He seemed troubled as if metal working wasn't the only trade he had been forced to learn.