Standing before you, clad in a rusty colored shirt, pants is Radyron. He is small, and slimly built. Seeming to have spent many years aiding some unknown craftsman, for his muscles look to be chiseled of fine granite. But he seem to hold back, so this is more of a bane to the lad than a boon.

his eyes are very inteligent, seeming to exits within his heart more than anyplace. his gentle demeaner showing threw in everything he does. resting on his hip, is a finely crafted long dagger. a gift, from his mentor, and fellow craftsmen.

judging by the soot the graces the deeper parts of his shirt, and or pants, and perhaps by the small burn holes, and many tiny scars adorning his hands and forearms... he is a blacksmiths aprentice. or maybe by the knot on his sholder he has made his way in the world to becoming a journeyman.