(Alright everyone! Here comes my fourth newest character! While I might have made the bio, the art and the idea of the species comes from KaiserByet! Please go check out him out for more info on the species or just to check out his awesome art!)


Name: Magnus Ravan

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Height: 6'

Occupation: Blacksmith

Species: Larvestri

Sexuality: Straight

Hammer Size: Width 5.5 inches, Height 5.5 Inches, Length 8.5 inches

Bio: The Larvestri have always been a strong and proud race with close ties to family. Born and raised in the mountains, while not as refined or as technologically as advanced as other races. They put their pride in their strength and their faith in their family bonds. Living deep in the forest mountains, the Larvestri tribe tend to keep to themselves. Only acting aggressively if first attacked or threatened.

They till the land for their food and hunt in the forest and fish in the rivers for their prey. With each previous generation passing on their skills to next. And with each passing generation, these skills are refined from each passing member to the next! With no King or government to lead them, the strongest Larvestri takes charge and helps to lead the others. Whether it be male or female, only those capable of leading the current generation is chosen by the Larvestri elders.

And that's where Magnus's story begins, with his father becoming the leader. Chief Rastran. While he was brave and strong, he cared not only for his people but for their future as well. Sure he was stubborn and hard headed at times but he only had the people's best interest at heart. Other than being his tribe's best Blacksmith, he was a strong fighter known to never lose a match to anyone. Well....almost anyone. There's was only one fight he had ever lost and that was to his future wife and Magnus's mother. Silvia.

While she may have had the manners of a lady, she was never one to believe in the whole damsel in distress routine. If she was ever capture she would break out and fight through anything that got in her way! Still...even a tough and independent girl like her was impervious to love. It started when the two were put against each other in a simple wrestling match. It was quite the easy win for Silvia but the stubborn Rastran continued again and again. Match after match he would try and fail as the years passed. And what first started off as a simply rivalry, soon budded into friendship, that quickly matured and bloomed into love.

It wasn't until Rastran was 27 and his wife 25 till they had their first child. A strapping young boy that would grow to be almost the same as his father. The love of this family was stronger than no other as growing up, Magnus wanted nothing more than to be like his father. That said....it could have been that very pure desire that would inflict quite the burden on the poor child.

His father was busy showing his son the fine art of the Blacksmith as he was interrupted and called away to handle a dispute in the village. Leaving quickly, he strictly told his son to stay out of his workshop. Claiming that he would finish his work and their lesson when he returned. Once gone, the 14 year old Magnus couldn't help but sigh at how busy his father was. It was at that moment that the boy came up with a good hearted but deadly mistake.

He would finish his father's work for him! After all, he had watched his father enough to know what to do and even how to work his father's equipment. All that was needed as a chair so he could see above the iron anvil as he moved the chair into place. Putting on his father's spar leather apron, he prepared the sword as he raised his father's hammer high and slammed it down with all of his strength! Sparks flew high above him as the first hit was a success! Pride began to fill the boy's heart as he struck the blade again and again as his feet drifted ever so closer to the edge of the chair.

It's still unclear what happened during the next strike of the hammer. Some say the boy tripped on his father's apron. Others say the the weight of the hammer was too heavy and caused him to fall. However, no matter which rumor or story was told. It all ended the same way....with the poor boy losing sight in his right eye.

While the wound may have wounded his pride and scarred his body. It didn't take away his love of his father's trade. Instead, it taught him patience. To know his own limitations and which ones he could overcome...and those he could not. While his life was made harder by the lack of vision it only made him all the stronger for it in the end! Now at age 25, he has left his village with his father's hammer, his mother's handmade leather apron, and his parent's love. As he goes to find his own place in the world!