Character Name: Zammzt Forgebreaker

Character Nickname: Zammzt

Name of Account: Zammzt

Age That Your Character Appears: Mid 100’s

Real Age: 143

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Home City: Bortne

Occupation: Warrior

Physical Description: Zammzt is built like most dwarves. He is short, stout, and strong. He has a bushy black beard that hangs almost to his waist, which is usually braided into two separate strands. He has the typical large nose and broad features, but he almost always has a smile on his face.

Character Flaws, Quirks, or Weaknesses: Zammzt takes life a lot like a joke. Though he knows when to be serious, it can take him awhile to do it, which agitates a lot of people. He is quick to start a fight, and not that bright. He would rather duke it out then talk.

Non-combat and Non-Magic Related Strengths: Zammzt is fiercely loyal, and will stand up for what he believes in. He will protect his friends without hesitation, and will fly into battle, even against all odds (which is usually the case). Zammzt is also a renowned smithy.

Preferred Clothing: Zammzt wears a the normal earth-toned tunic of the dwarves.

Currency: He has made quite a bit of coin from his years of smithing.

Guild/Faction/Organization: Bortne

House: Bortne

Weapon Proficiencies: Intermediate-Flail/Intermediate-Flail

Magic Skills: None

Trade and Other Skills: Being from Bortne, one of the most renowned smithing villages in Avalon, Zammzt was brought up in the trade. From his many years of it, he has grown quite proficient.

Lore/Knowledge: Is well versed in lore of the Dwarves

Equipped Weapons: Two magically enchanted flails

Stored Weapons: Back in Bortne, he has a small shop of weapons and armor

Worn Armor: Zammzt wears a set of self-made steel armor. He is fully covered from helmet to toe, excluding a small portion of his shoulder, for reasons described below.

Stored Armor: Back in Bortne, he has a small shop of weapons and armor

Typical Gear/Equipment: Said armor and weapons

Equipped Magical Items: Though he won’t confirm or deny it, his flails seem to move with a life of their own.

Stored Magical Items: None

Real Estate: Zammzts Armor & Arms

Animals: None

Major Character Accomplishments:
Zammzt has become a renown smith, which is saying a lot coming from a town of all smiths. Dwarves nonetheless. He can craft everything from gauntlets to rapiers to crowns. He is well versed in metallurgy and knows rock and stone like no other.

Background and History:
Zammzt grew up in the large town of Bortne. His father inducted him into the local smith at a young age. For the next twenty five years, Zammzt spent every day learning the trade. After finally completing his training, he was ready to quit. He soon found the life of a soldier more interesting, becoming a scout for the local militia and soon rose through the ranks.

While in the guard, he found his true love. Fighting. While most dwarves were trained with either the axe, the pike, or the hammer, Zammzt found them bland an unchallenging. Looking for a new weapon, a friend jokingly said “Why not wield two flails?” Though Zammzt didn’t know it at the time, he accepted the challenge, declaring “Ye’ll see what I can do!”

A flail came naturally to Zammzt, but upon adopting the second, everything changed. He had to change everything about his fighting style, and eventually left the guard for several years to perfect his training. When he returned, he still carried the two flails he had left with, though battered and broken. Though rejoiced to see him, his friends were angered that he left to do something so silly.

Picking up both flails, he challenged each one to a duel. Thinking it a jest, they did. Each was amazed at what he had become. Zammzt moved each flail with grace and perfection, disarming his opponents with the chains, knocking them off their feet, and making an impossible to breach barrier using the crisscrossing lines of the balls. They were stunned.

Immediately after returning, Zammzt went to his home, and began forging. For ten days no one saw him, but when he returned, he was different. The flails were renewed, each seeming more perfect then the day they were crafted, his dented armor had been repaired, and redesigned. And then he left. Again.

He has not returned to Bortne since, but his shop is still open, his assigned smithy waiting for him to come home.