Thrain Ironmantle is a stout and sturdy dwarf with a presence that commands both respect and camaraderie. His long, braided beard is a deep, ash-gray streaked with silver, framing a rugged face marked by years of toil and heat. His sharp, emerald-green eyes peer keenly from under bushy brows, always seeming to measure the worth of the metals—or the people—in front of him. Thrain’s skin is weathered and darkened, with a faint, perpetual sheen from the forge fires.

He wears a thick leather apron over a charcoal-gray tunic, both singed and patched in places from countless embers. His trousers are made from durable, soot-stained canvas, and his steel-toed boots bear the scars of heavy use. A wide toolbelt slung low on his waist clinks faintly with the weight of hammers, tongs, and other smithing tools. His hands, calloused and strong, are almost always smudged with charcoal or metal dust. A small, meticulously polished hammer hangs at his side—both a symbol of his trade and a reminder of his heritage.

Thrain carries the scent of the forge with him: a mix of smoke, heated iron, and leather, underlined by a faint tang of mineral-rich mountain air. His voice is deep and resonant, often booming with laughter or sharp with wit. Despite his gruff appearance, his demeanor is warm and welcoming, especially toward those who respect the craft of smithing. Thrain’s workshop is his pride, always glowing with a faint orange light from the forge, its walls lined with an impressive array of weapons and tools—testaments to his skill and dedication.

Whether hammering out blades for warriors or sharing tales over a flagon of ale, Thrain Ironmantle embodies the heart and soul of dwarven craftsmanship and kinship.

GREENS: Belly bulging, busting, grotesque-descriptions, unrealistic physicality

YELLOW: Non female

RED: 100% Male and overly masculine characters, breaking server, pvp with no prior warning