Name: Atridi Sonata
Age: 150
Gender: Female
Race: Elf/Orc Hybrid
Archetype: Normal/Shaman... I suppose. More shall be explained below.
Skin Tone: Quite light, because of her elven ancestry, but the orcish side of her turns that fair tone into a grayish pallor.
Eye Color: Light tannish brown.
Hair Color: Medium brown, but slightly auburn.
Height: Six feet tall, exactly.
Weight: 174 pounds, most of which is muscle. Does that sentence even make sense?
Body Type: Very lean, with wiry muscle.
Mother: Olmi Njotr, an orc.
Father: Kalarr Sonata, an elf.
Siblings (if any): None.
Profession: Blacksmith.
Talents: Atridi is a very talented smith, particularly skilled in the making of weapons. She's also an extremely capable rider, and values her war-horse Saya above all other things on the planet.
Abilities: Atridi has untapped magical ability. Because her father was an elf, magic flows in her blood, as strong as any sorcerer. However, she has chosen to almost completely ignore her arcane talents, choosing instead to live a mundane life. She has only every used her shamanistic abilities to manipulate the heat of the coals in her forge, which is partly how she came to be such a great smith.
Strengths: She's quite strong in the arms and shoulders, as one would expect of a smith.
Weaknesses: ... she is an EXTREMELY slow runner. It's a good thing she rides a horse when she goes places.
Flaws: Atridi is gruff, rude, and extremely off-putting - especially to strangers. At her very worst, she's a horrible bully. She can't take a joke, and has almost no sense of humor. Her aim is terrible, she's the slowest runner ever seen on this earth, and her temper is short.
Weapon (if any): Atridi is proficient with most melee weapons made of metal - she has to be, to test her creations. She is especially fond of two-handed swords, but absolutely stinks at anything ranged. Bows are completely out of the question. Not even throwing knives work for her.
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