Alavir Gulter grew up in a rural town with his Older brother and two younger sisters. Alavir was a Half Elf, his dad was an elf and mother a human, his Older brother was an Elf like his mother while his younger sisters one a Half Elf and the other human.

He grew up admiring both his parents and their work, his farther a blacksmith and his mother a Cleric, he admired them so much he tried his hand at both when he was of age. With this he learnt of many divine gods and magical and the skill necessary to craft great works from the Forge, one night as he finished up his work, something grew from the forges fire it shrugged off the fires and embers a man stood there his skin black as obsidian his eyes a piercing red, he spoke with a rough sounding voice as if stone and metal clashed, the being introduced himself as Vulkan a being who loves those devoted to crafting excellent things and sought out young Alavir to be a champion of Vulkan but to do this he must prove himself the best craftsman in the world and fighter, Alavir agreed in a heartbeat and the being was gone with a simple smile, Alavir ran into his parents room and told them of what just happened, the next day his gear was packed and off his was to the Artisan Guild, from there he started to make a name for himself.

He crafted all his armour and his infamous great hammer "Vulkans fist" which he ignites before entering into a fight.

Name: Alavir Gulter
Race: Half Elf
Class: Cleric
Specialization: Forge Domain

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Artwork by  Wooper