Name: Cias Bearclaw
Sex: Male
Age: 43
Sexual orientation: Straight, and I’ll punch the man who says otherwise. Skull fucking him right there on the spot. That… that doesn’t make me gay right? Comfortable with forced play: Bring a friend; you’re going to need it.
Limits: Keep it IC
Race: Northman

Cias was born and raised in the Tovis Mountains. He spent most of his life in those hills working the bellows, then moving up to basic crafting before becoming a Master in his craft. While of northern stock he is considered to be a fair fighter, he is no soldier. He is a craftsman. His size scares most out of a direct challenge but it’s his quick mind that is his weapon. Striking with a well thought out plan hasd saved him more than once, despite his lack of battle mastery. The most unusual skill he was taught was the Magic of alchemy.

In modern days we would simply call it chemistry, no real magic to it. Just pure science… but in his day such strange skills could only be considered magic. He uses his knowledge for metallurgy, or the craft of blending metal. He father taught him most of his skills which include how to craft Steel and even make an ever burning oil that could not be put out. He had used his knowledge to create cooler burning oil for house lamps, smoke bombs, and stink bombs. He knows a bit of engineering as well, but by no means is he a master. Only a dabbler. He might mend a wall but he could not build a castle.

What is known abou those who know anything about him is that he has lived in Ilyria quietly for the last three years. Why he has now left is anyone’s guess, though there are rumors that his wife was slain and he killed three of the king’s men. But rumors mean nothing without proof.

Height: 6’4
Weight: 245
Build: heavy
Eyes: Blue
Hair Black with a hint of gray.