Parhelion

A beast of resilience and determination, eyes constantly aglow with the fiery light of the searing workplaces of The Ashfall Wastes. He is a skilled metalworker, and madly in love with the craft; he wears the scars of his mishaps and mistakes as badges of honor in learning the craft. Those he befriends will often receive gifts of ornate armors, ornamental weapons and intricate metal decorations for their lairs as a sign of good standing and prosperity between clans. Years of melting and forming different metals has tinted Parhelion's family forge with a red hue, and he has since taken to calling it the Blood Forge, a name which carried through to his clan.

His sense of humor is as large as his stature, and he keeps a weather eye on his ever-expanding clan, welcoming dragons from all parts of the lands to share in the warmth of the hearthfire. Strangers and passers-by are usually sent on their way with a belly full of food and a few items for trade if they spare the time to stop in.

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Detailed full-body by Archmage!
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A fancy headshot by Dovah!