Race:
Human, formerly a dwarf.
Race:
Human, formerly a dwarf.
Occupation: Blacksmith
Age: 621, appears to be 21
Height: 5'10"
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Blonde
Normal clothing: Heavy knee high leather boots, with brown doeskin breeches tucked into them. Leather bracers, with or without metal conches. A black cloak with metalic silver accents and thread.
Armor: Heavy leather, with rawhide re-enforcments and light mithril plate. Mithril chain mail. Mithril rectangular shield, Roman style.
Colors: Black, Dark Blue, and Silver.
Aramus was born in a dwarven city deep within the Iron Mountains, known as Kar-Baroon. As a young dwarven male, he learned to fight with a wide assortment of weaponry, but, of course, was trained especialy in ax warfare. He was also trained to be a good all around smith, and mason. At the young age of 15, he started to carve his own home from the caves in which his family lived. At 30, he had become well known for his ability to create almost anything out of the metals the dwarven smithes used. He delighted in learning the art of working True Silver, or Mithril, as its called in the dwarven tongue . He was creating stronger and more durable stone working tools by alloying common steel with mithril. By age 50, even though just becomeing an adult by dwarven standards, he was working for himself, and was well known in the northern dwarf kingdom of Dain's Land.
On Aramus's 100'th birthday, Tradgedy
struck him. He and his family were visiting an abandoned dwarf
city, looking to see if it could be restored as a border guardpost.
Out of the west came a trio of dragons. They were the sisters
of legend, the triplets, the Drakknor Sisters. They took his family
prisoners, to work the plunder they gathered for themselves. Unlike
normal dragons, haveing gold to sleep on was not enough. They
wished to be able to wear, and use the spoils of years of raiding
human and dwarven outposts. Aramus had went deep into the underground
city, and only heard the struggle above him. He ran with all the
speed his legs could give him, but by the time he reached the
surface, he could only see the outline of the dragons on the horizon,
and hear the occational scream of his mother.
From age 100 to 175, Aramus planned his revenge strike against the Drakknors. On his 175th birthday, he set out for Mount Ga'Haz in what the dwarfs now call, the Ga'Haz assault. There he personaly killed the Drakknors in what, although the dwarves call it great skill, was really a act of great luck. After returning to Kar-Baroon, he slowly began to feel the affects of the curse the last Drakknor put on him. He began to suffer the loss of his family, and went mad. He left Kar-Baroon, at the good age of 185, and made his way to the wilderness of the Greenwood Forest.
When he was 400, after 215 years of torturing
himself, he came to the vally of Rivendell, and was welcomed by
Lord Elrond. Elrond helped him regain his mind, and to clear his
thoughts of the loss of his family, to see that he could still
have value in this world. Aramus stayed in the valley for 200
years, and then set out to find a cousin who had traveled to Helm's
Deep, in the heart of Rohan. He found his cousin, Gimli, and began
to rebuild his live as a dwarven warrior and smith. King Eomer
took an interest in this ancient dwarf, and taught him to ride
the steeds
of Rohan.
Eomer gave Aramus the honored possition of being a transporter
of these great horses, from their breeding and training grounds,
to the outposts of the Rohirrim (Rohan name for its people).
Aramus spent 20 years helping his cousin and King Eomer. He is still close to his comrades in Rohan, but obligation took priority and he began traveling. Eventualy his travels took him past a tavern and inn, known as the Medivel Rennaissance Tavern, where he met a wonderful woman, who stole his heart. The Lady Jhessail alWin, known as Jekca, (The Cleric of Castle Tyr) quickly captured the focus of his attentions. Eomer allowed Aramus to take a set of twin horses, Bolt, a well built stallion, and Arrow, a strong mare, as a gift, for himself and the lady he delights in. Dureing his 620'th year of life, the One true God, saw fit to transform him into a human for reasons he alone knows. He became the personal guardian of the Cleric. Although he has left that occupation, they still often sit for hours together in the Commons, even haveing the occational argument. He became the personal blacksmith for the lord of Tyr, Ewain, and founded a university for smiths in Windemire. (Which has since been destroyed by an evil army under the control of a most sadistic witch by the name of "Sinn Fully) He now lives in his BlackSmith Shop, that is on the edge of Castle Tyr Commons.
