Home in the woods: http://s1321.beta.photobucket.com/u...op_-_Smoke_zps108296c7.jpg.html?state=replace Name: Ralis Turnstone Picture/ decription: Ralis is tall 6'2. His muscles are thick and trained from years of tireless working. Scars litter his back and chest from training with his father and learning to use the weapons he's made. Ralis is normally found shirtless, used to the extreme heat of the forge. Bio: Ralis has been a blacksmith since he was taught to take over the shop from his Father. His family was always blacksmiths and made their living honorably by selling their craft to the kingdom guard or any in need. Ralis is considered a master at his craft and will do whatever it takes to seek perfection. Now that his Mother and Father have passed from old age, he finds himself alone, having never taken a wife or been the interest of a womans attention. Life for Ralis is lonely and though he keeps a front of his life being his proffession, he is very lonely and curious about a life outside the forge Heavy hooved strides carried the beaten carriage down the wide cobblestone road. The further into the forest he travelled, the narrower the stones became, before more or less dissapearing into an uneven dirt path. Each time a wheel struck a mound of clustered rock, the wagon creaked with age. Piles of heavy crates added to a chorus of moaning in the weak wood storage. One of the heavy boxes began to tilt and give way to the pressure of the ones above it, turning the Blacksmiths grime stained face in dissapointment as the boxes came crashing down onto the withered bottom, snapping a few weak boards and plugging the hole with their blocky shape. "This trip was barely worth the seven coins to be earned..." Ralis cursed under his breath as he slowed the two meaty horses that pulled his work forward. Their hooves fell silent against the path as he jumped down from the carriage, thick solled boots stomped the dirt as he circled around back and opened the bay doors, looking in at the collapsed mess and let out a grunt of aggrivation. It didn't take long for the burly chested man to get everything back in an order that he could better stand. He wasted no time locking it back up and taking off towards his home, where the silence of the forest awaited him. Ralis took the harmony of the woods over the bustle of the city for two reasons: His father and his father before him.