Drafur Holderhêk

His parents sudden death while young, he was left outside a tempel of Dorand to be raised by the local "holy men". There he learned the fine art of blacksmithing as well as becoming a devout follower of Dorand. He quickly mastered the divine secrets and he discovered that he was quite a natural at it. He received further training as a cleric of Dorand from another cleric that was like a father to Drafur, Gildur. Gildur passed down much knowledge on to Drafur, but passed away unfortunately in an explosion caused by one of his own inventions. Drafur, seeking to please his God and to bring honor to Gildur and his art, set out into the world to seek more knowledge, in order to succeed where Gildur had not, and make people aknowledge his smithing. The only true friends Drafur has ever had, was; Gildur, and Drafurs hammer, Helgivarr. This has led to Drafur being quite drawn-back and slow to trust people, although if you win his trust he stands by your side.

In order to refresh his divine powers(spells) he tend to prefer meditation in front of an anvil or a forge, trying to cleanse his mind of worldly thoughts, in order to reach perfection within his craftmanship. He has a strict sight on his deitys dogma, and must daily feel the heat from a forge and the sound of a hammer hitting the anvil. He always try to think of new ways to improve and create, both weapons and armor(mainly armor) as well as trinkets. He respects all those who masters some kind of craft, and see it as his duty to enlighten those who wander in the dark, about the art that is crafting. He will gladly help those who are new to the art, and make them see the wonders that is of Dorand.

Drafur has quite darkened brownish skin, due to the exposion of fire from the forge. He has dark fiery red hair, and ice-blue friendly eyes. He is quite sturdy, even by dwarven measures, and loves a good ale.