{Ignore the tusk I'll take that off here in a minute~}
Name: Iron Hide.
Gender: Male
Height:
A head taller than most pones. [Think trouble shoes.]
Age: Adult[Around middle to late fourties.]
Species: Earth Pony {Half Pegasi}
Pelt Color:
Dark grey, very faint green.
Mane/Tail Color & Style:
Brown with light streaks
Eye Color:
Green
Cutie Mark: Metals surrounded by stone.
Residence: Was working on his own farm tending to sheep and selling their wool, but has since, especially with the recent battles, left home and travels from town to town.
Occupation:{Deserter} Was Military, and was also a blacksmith, now he does mercenary work.
Talents, Skills: Can sense out metal veigns beneath the ground, while it isnt an instant 'three miles south exactly beside the tree shaped like a butt' he uses his knowledge of where many minerals show up and is able to 'sniff' them out from there with an in depth knowledge of the earth around him.
Likes:
- Blacksmithing
- Helping those in need.
- A good fight.
- Likes Cats oddly enough.
- Enjoys long night walks along the country side.
- Chilling at a campfire.
Dislikes:
- Failure.
- Being given orders.
- Deep water.
- Wearing a uniform.
-Being dressy.
Character Personality: He is a very quiet stallion, finding his actions speak much better than his words may. Despite this when he does speak it is regularly wise to listen mainly because hes learned through personal experiences. While he can come off stubborn and rude he does try to be polite to those in need. He is a gentlemen towards soft hearted people, though doesn't mind being abit rough around those who can handle his usual demor, and with all thise is a gentle and kind soul who wishes to help to those who know him best.
Bio: During Irons younger life he was raised in a military household, his father being in the guard and his mother in the wounder bolt reserves, they themselves having come from a military family background themselves. When born Iron was a very tall lanky child, who wasnt the strongest thing in the world either, he spent most of his time tending animals at his neighbors. Those days came to an end when they needed to move and begining traveling more with what conflict was happening at the time. His mother ended up stationed seperately and being an only child, it wasnt uncommon for him to travel between the two. While his parents were loving and tending to him, they did seem distant to him, and it wasnt uncommon for him to live alone or with a sitter.
He truely disliked moving about when it came to his social life, he had none and began to preffer it this way and keep mainly to himself when many began picking on him do to his height and scrawny figure, instead he turned his interest into the regions he went to. Learning many cultures, and a few languages. Happy to tell his parents any time he got the chance to send a letter, and during these travels he hoped to help and be apart of his families military world somehow or another, which brought him to being fascinated in the crafts of it. Armor, weapons, and defenses. he began designing better weapons and tools from what his parents described to him, though there was one problem to this. He had no cutie mark or real understanding in the skill, and for this he was allowed to apprentice under an old smith by the nickname Will.
During this point in life he still dedicated himself to making weapons, Will helping him learn and work the forge, helping in his strength. Despite his steadily growing but small frame, Iron learned he was stronger than most colts his age just from his size alone. With this he was able to succeed and learn in what he was taught, and yet still gained no cutiemark. At least until Will allowed him to come on a metal run, a search for materials in the nearby mountains, Will himself was a unicorn, and while he had knowledge and magical ability in finding them, he was quite surprised to learn this young earth pony had the ability to feel them out. He never brought this up to Iron though and regularly took him to help look for metals, teaching him the finer details in it, and which materials were the best.
When the time came and Iron was beginning to question his own ability and talent, Will sent him deeper into the mountains, to find and forge his own weapons from scratch alone. When Iron returned he was battered, bruised, and cut, but had found several pure alloys and made his first weapon, a sword crafted from some of the finest Steel.
Its always been unclear to what Iron had faced, and he never really speaks of it, he finds the experience to be his own personal trial.