Post by Zinnia Weatherwick on Apr 13, 2010 18:01:28 GMT -5
Full Name:
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance: Zinnia has long, dark hair, blue eyes, and pouting lips. She is usually found in odd garb, frequently from other time periods or maybe just whatever she found at the store that caught her wandering eye. Not every look is a winner, but her loveliness shines through. When at work, she wears coveralls, so as not to hurt her choice of garb for the day.
Personality: She loves metal. She wears it in her ears, around her neck, and typically has a couple trinkets here and there. She's just as likely to forget human interaction for a night at the forge making something beautiful. And hopefully deadly. All the same, if you can get into your good graces you will find a steadfast friend, albeit a little flighty.
Job: Metal worker. Specializes in weapons, but only makes them for the worthy.
Zinnia's loved the forge. Deep breaths of hot, metalic air were angelic to her over-bored senses. Her hammer in one hand, smoothing the metal. Calming the waves in the soon-to-be lethal poetry beneath her watchful eye.
This one was going to be a splendid weapon when she was done. Light, but well-balanced little throwing knife, first in set maybe. She felt that when she was done it would have a dragon etched ever so lightly into the blade. Yes, there but only visible in the right light. A job well done.
Mmm. That was enough for now. The rest would wait until morning. Time to get some shopping done. Humming, she put up her metal working equipment and headed for the locker room. A quick shower and she drew on her outfit for the evening. Today? Plate mail she'd made herself. And off she went.