Yvaskyr is a hearty cave dwarf, with a warm, welcoming smile. You can see Yvaskyr in the ol' pub, and he'd always smile a large smile. Always friendly, even if he sees the darkest in people, he still gives them a chance, though if they've crossed too many lines, Yvaskyr can get quite a temper, although this rarely happens. Yvaskyr was always hard working, although he seems very carefree. He always worked hard in smithing, feeling his hard earned sweat upon his forehead, as he looks at the beautiful weapons he makes. His hard-as-stone armor that he smithes. His blood, sweat, and tears goes into everything he forges, and he takes high pride in his craft. He mines for everything he creates, until he dann near passed out. Yvaskry enjoys his pleasures in life, but also enjoys his work just as much.
Character Name: Yvaskyr Zyrels
Character Race: Cave Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: A somewhat taller cave dwarf, though no larger then 3 1/2 feet, stocky, a think, auburn beard. A hearty smile, welcoming all to his home.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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