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[Drofgod969]

(i am making this to put my avatars history. i know to post him at the request avatar topic. i am not a paid member so i will once i am a paid member.)

Name: Deul'Dain Stronghoof (Dain for short)

Age: 22

Nationality: American, dad born in Florida with Scottish and viking descent, mother born in New York
with portorecon descent.

Profession: Mainly Blacksmith, Jewlcrafter , also a Ranger.

Species: White Mustang with silver streaks around his body.

Build: On the muscular side, with a kind of self-confident and serous posture. Also a
flat stomach. I would like him to have feet not hoofs if you don't mind. He can run as fast and
as long as regular a horse whether he is in the plains, city, or forest.

Hight: 6' 0"

Weight: 240

Hair: Mainly White and Silver wavey, with a little bit of steel grey and light grey. (From the forge.)
Also he keeps the left side down over his face (to hide a scar he got, it goes a little further down
than his head), wile the right is put behind his ear, while most just stays on his shoulders or
back.( which comes to the middle of his back)
His tail is also white, it just hangs their. he can still fling it around. it comes to the back of
his knees.

Eyes: Light-Clear cracked ice blue, with dark blue spots. (Makes you wonder what he has frozen,
and what is trying to break out.) The scar is shaped like a "H" under his left eye,
(like some one was measuring his eye with a knife instead of a pensle). Also there is a scar line
from the the outside elbow of the H to a little further than the bottom of the inside vertical line.

Cloths: Onix black suit also black dress shoes but not the shiny ones, with blood red vest, also a
silver undershirt. he also has a hat that is red (but a cylinder instead of a sphere on top) and a
coat both like greenback, but the coat is black and goes to the ankle. he doesn't always where his
coat, just when it is raining or some other cation. His tie is red with a silver and black dragon
on it.
Sometime he has on his blacksmith outfit, he will be wherein a pair of brown boots, blue
wool pants, white wool full sleeve shirt, and a brown leather apron (which has slots on it for
his hammer or other items of the forge for easy acses) and brown leather gloves. also when
he is at the forge everything has some black on it (including him).

Items: There is a necklace he has on and never takes it off, it is a silver dragon sitting
on a onix with its tale around it,also with a ruby in its mouth. It goes a little past his armpit.
He also has a cain that is in truth a hidden sword. He keeps it hidden and fights withe the "cain"
until someone pulls a weapon then he shows the blade. The sheath/hilt is onix black. At the edge
part where the crack is there is a samurai sword hand guard with red and black strings for the handle.
The crack itself is nearly unnoticeable, if anny one asked what the guard is for he just says, "Its
for when my hand slips". You can tug at is all day long, hit it, bang on it and it will never
separate, but with just a flick of the wrist wile only turning the handle part it comes undone like
it was soaked in oil. At the top there is a sphere shaped blood red ruby, ruffly a little wider than
the cain. The cain comes to his hip the blade is 2'5" long. He is very skilled with it. Also he
keeps it in his right hand whether he is using it (which he mainly is), or just holding it. There is
a bag on his left side hip that is full of exotic and rare gems and jewels, also has his money in it
too. The bag is made of simple black leather but the tie string is made out of high density silk,
and goes around his body and ties on his right side hip. ( he unties it with his left hand still),
it looks like the old med evil coin pouches. The jewels are primarily for his swords but he can sell
some if he needs the money.
If he is has on his blacksmith outfit: he has a 10 pound rectangle hammer hanging on the apron in
its slot with other items on/in other slots of the apron.

Personality: He is the shadowy type, he stays in the back until invited over or decides to leave.
He always has a stern face. (unless he is trying to make someone feal better or he knows them very
well .When there is a fight he try's to stop it, but if one persist he knocks him out. He helps defend
the weak (unless some one else is help defending, but will still help if the defender has no chance
agensed the attacker/s). Once someome gets on his bad side is is hard for them to get on his good
side. Once you become one of his friend he will always drop what his is doing to help if there is
trouble. Once someone back stabs him they are his enemy for life (depending on what they did).
He likes to work at the forge, play chess with someone while having a drink, or sparring with
someone (if they agree to spar he doesn't force them), he also likes to read fantasy books (with a
couple of romances) when he has nothing to do. He is very good with children, he is also shy around
the women of bonbon. He is kind, honest, and try's to help when he can. He is also a Gentleman.
He is not afraid to get dirty if the time arises while in his suit. (As in mud, dirt, and what not) He
lets people cry on his shoulder if they need to and also help cheer them up. He is good with secrets
because he wont tell a soul or he forgets (mainly forgets). He remembers roughly 2/3 of the day. he
has a gut feeling when he was suppose to remember something and forgot. He will shrug off everything
you call or say about him, once you bring his family into it he will worn them only once. If they keep
going the fight is on. He is a virgin and kinda hopes he will find a girl to salve that. (One he hopes
to know not just a one night stand, just know her)

Skills at his job: As a blacksmith he is very talented. He mainly dose weapons but he can still
make most everyday items no problem. He can make a unique sword that is for show in 5 days
depending on how exotic it is. Weapons that are for use only takes him about 3 to 4 days to
reforge. (5 if he has to start from scratch.) As a ranger he knows the basics (how to survive in
the wild, track animals, build a cabin that is well hidden, among other things.) as a Jewlcrafter
he is somewhat trained. he can make rings and necklace with hardly no problem. he can do the basic
circlet with not that much difficulty also. the rely exotic ones he has a problem with, not such a
big problem he cant do it. but it takes him a little time. he is also naturally skilled at doing hair.
never pursued it, but with some one to teach him a little more than what he knows he could become
a hair stylists.

(also i am still taking some stuff out but not much.)
_________________
yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. that's why it is called the present.
quoted by master Oogway off kong fu panda
Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Drofgod969]

This is Deul'Dain's history part 1.

do not take anny of the chars i make up or else...
(but if you do ask before you do)

*Well, now since i have finaly settled down in this fordge i found in the mountains not far
off from Bonbon, i might as well read my past over*. A White Mustang with silver hair around
6' 5" tall, with a mucluler build, stood up from a simple woulden stool he made not to long
ago. He was whering a pair of brown leather boots, blue whoole pants, white whoole full sleave
shirt, and a brown lether aprein with brown lerther gloves. *I cant read to long i gata get
started on the forge work i needed to do... with that in mind he walked to a woulden door he
baerly fit into from the portch. The room had a large stone slab with a anvile on top if it
in the midle of the room. There is a fernace off to the right of the anvile. there was a
workbench on the left side of the anvile, with iteams and treankets for small iteams and
jewlry. all the walls where bear excepte for a window to the far wall, a bookshelf over the
workbench, and a door on the same wall, on the far end of the workbench. He walks over to the
workbench and looks at the bookshelf.*Lets see, a few fanticy books... nope, a few books on
fordging and jewlry crafting... nope, a couple of romances.. nope, (some from random writers,
but most was made by Daphne Mallow wich he blushes when he sees them.) *come on where is it...
aha! there it is*. He grabs a old faded brown leather book.* finaly my old childhood jernal...
Lets start at the begining this time... he opeans the frunt cover and begins reading...

Hi my name is Deul'Dain Stronghoof. (Dain for short) I am a white mustang. (my dad is red,
and my mom is brown, we realy dont know what happend) I have blue eyes, around 3' 8" tall.
I have silver hair and wegh arond 80 lbs. Also i am 8 years old. I started this jernal
becose i sall a couple of them in my dad's library and thout it would be fun! My dad's
name is Dewern Stronghoof (it would have been Brooks if my dad's mom had not remarried right
before my dad was born, I still dont know how that works still...) My mom's name is Klemptra
Stronghoof. I dont know how thay met, but i know it was one of those luvyduvy scense (yuck!)
I have two brother older than me. thay are 20 years old, thay are twins, there names are
Delter and Deltor. thay have a difrent mom than i do. i also have two sisters one older than
me the other is younger than me. The older one is named Rasolen, and the other is named
Shelana. (she is a red mustang, and very tempermentle). well that is all for this page
hopfuly i will keep a intrist. let me tell you a secrit, i hate writing!

*skips a page*

i am going to make this one short. it looks like we are moving to china today. dad gave no
warning about it. me and my sisters complaind but it did little. my mom and brothers
understood the moment he said it and went to go pack. well better go befor i get yelled at.

*skips over a cople of pages full of little stuff*

The house we moved into was huge. i could go play hide and seek and look all day and never
find anny one. as soon as you step outside throo the back door.i almost got lost the 1st time
i went in there.

By now i bet you are wondering why i dont put the dates at the top of my pages, to tell you
the truth i cant keep track of the date... annywhay i found this werid building in the woods
today. i could hear people yelling "YA! WHOA! HITCHYA!" among other weard sounds. I could also
hear metal hitting metal... i gatta see what is in there. tomarow i will go and scout the
place out maybe there is a box i could climb or sumthing...

Today i had to sneek out becose i was late getting home yesterday. i found the building agean
today. when i got to it i noticed it was a wall not a building itself. i whent all the way around
the wall and sall no opening annywhere. i spent all day looking for a crack, a hole let alone a
door. i know there has to be a door... the next time i go there i will find a way to see what is
in there.

Looks like it might be a while before i can go back. becose of sneaking out yesterday i got into
big truble with mom... *skips the rest of the page*

*skips some more pages*

Today i was finaly able to go outside without having to be watched. man it was boring... annywho
i went back to the wall and noticed a tree fell over and is leanig on the wall, i thout i was
going to find out who or what was making those weird noises. as i climbed the fallen tree to the
top of the wall i sall that the ground of most of the place was sand, with weird cerculer motions
in it wich was i belive to be made with a racke. i also sall three buildings one was right below
me, one was on the opset wall, and the last was in the dead center of the wall. (it was verry
small.) i was able to climb onto the roof and was able to get back onto the tree no proble.
i sat there most of the day and saw nothing. that is when i realized there was two very big doors
that almost came to the top of the wall, at the wall to the right of me. but when i got there
on the outside there was no door. something fishy going on here... well after that i decided to
head home. maybe tomarow i will see what was making the noises. oh ya i almost frogot the walls had
sumkind of weard flower in it. it was yellow but i have only seen two flowers yellow. (diasy and
sunflower)

Wow what i sall today was incredible. when i got there thay were making those noises agean.
when i went to the tree i noticed it was difrent somehow i cant put my finger on it. but i decided
to shrug it off. when i got to the roof i sall menny people standing in lines. 10 in a row and 5
rows. thay all had on this strang yellow outfits. thay had on full sleved shirts (wich looked like
thay were tied at the ends near the wrist),little on the puffy side pants ( thay were also tied at
the end near there ankles, their shoes were simple slipons. also thay had what looked like a scarf
around their stumicks as if it was a belt... there was this one however that stood infrunt of these
rows, it was an old beaver. he was light brown with some white spots here and there, he had a long
thin mustash and beard thay were white. he had on what looked like a duble slited dress with the same
kind of pants on below it but thay were blue.

*i never knew that thay knew i was there... after a while thay sterted to leave me rice balls. after
that i knew. i wached them train and train till one day if figuerd i might as well do the same.
on the roof i did what thay did, but with less force so i didnt fall throo. i kept repeating what thay
did for a while till one day the tree i kept climing desided to break. lucky i wasnt far up it. the
next day when i got there, i sall a ladder placed there. i decided to go up it becose i thout thay
enjoyed my company. after about three days thay began to leave the ladder on the ground, i rememberd
a saying my dad told me "put stuff back where you found it" so i did. one day and only one day i frogot
to put it bask the next day the ladder was no where to be found, so i went home early that day...
the next day it was there, aprently it was punishment for not putting it back. shortly after i started
to memerize the movements my family noticed that i was acting wearder, staying out all day, coming
back so tierd, sharper reflexis... thay began to grow suspitions.*

*well since i am remembering what ocerd i might as well put the book up... na i will keep it for if i
froget annything. well annywho. my dad decided to start a gem colection with me when i was 12. we got
all kinds of jems. At the time i didnt care if thay were expensof or cheap i had the ones i liked, he
kept the others safly hidden. so i desided to do the same, i looked all over for a place, inside and
outside. till i found a stone that was loose with small crevis in it near the middle of it. i desided
it was a good spot. me and dad would trade jems go out and get more, aperently every sunday the monks
(when i finaly lernd what to call them) took that day off becose of it being somthing speritchurl...*

*me and my dad have been colecting gems for about 2 years, (i was 14) When a friend of my dads came
over. He was the local blacksmith from the town not to far away. I never got a good look at him that
day. all i could tell was that he was on the plump side and had a deap voice. i found out later what
he looked loked but that is later on.* BANG! hearing that he fell out of his seat and hit his back
a little hard on the floor. "ow, what tha heck?" out of insteanked he had grabed his cain without relising
it untill the shock of the gunfire wore off. "man for a silent town it sure is loud sometimes..."
"woops better put you back before i do something i would regret, even though there is no one there."
he put the cain back where it belonged at a nook between the bedroom door and the workbench. *hmm well
look how late it is...* the sun had set along time ago and the moon was out and it was smiling just as
happy and carefree as it could be. *well i might as well not do annything tonight, annyway i think this
is going to knot over.* he sarts rubbing his right shoulder.

after determining that the knot was going to be a nuesense insted of one of those 'cant move my arm'
knots. he went to go pick up his old journal, that he flung on the other side of the anvil. then he
went to the stool and picked it up, putting it back on all four legs. *lets see where was i? oh ya now
i remember. After he left i asked "Dad, who was that?" all he said was "A friend of mine, he is the
blacksmith in the next town over." i asked puzzled, "whats a blacksmith?" man i think that was the only
time i sall him become white as a ghost. "you have never heard of a blacksmith?" he exclamed more shocked
than anny thing else. with the shock out of his sistem he started to tell me what a blacksmith is, what
he dose, how he terns metal blocks into wonderus peases of art, every day tools and iteams, and even
instroments of war. all the while i was phlabergasted at what he was telling me, and imagining how it
would be if i wher to become a blacksmith. the next day i asked him if he could get me some books on
blacksmithing. all he did was smile.*

*after a while i started to read the books on blacksmithing while i was on the roof of the monostary.
my dad got me all kinds of books, on the histery of blacksmithing, people docuements on how thay do thair
profetion and unique there iteams, opon a couple of other books.*

*then came the day i got the letter i was not expecting i was 17.* he grabs a envalope and but it on the
other page. *i think i will read this day.*

today started as every other day, i went to the monostary but decided to end a little early. mom is getting
a little tired of me being out all day. but when i got back i sall peace of the mail on the table. puzzled i
yelled "whose mail on the table?" i heard dad yell "its for you!" i was astonished i never got mail. i
replide "anny idea who its from?" all he said was "ya a friend of mine you might like." after hearing
those words i tore opean the onvalope. and i started to read it.

he place the jornal on the workbench beside a couple of tools he left out so ho could try and make some
jewlry. and grabed the envolope that was under his right hand and started to reread the old peace of paper.

Dear Deul'Dain

i heard from some one that you show a grate intrest in becoming a blacksmith. as it turns out i need a
aprintis. well what do you say? if so i will have a cart at your house on your 18 birthday. dont werry
i have a bird that will tell me your anser.

sinsearly, a humble blacksmith.

*my dad and mom walked in when i got done reading the mail i got. "so what did he want?" my dad asked. i
was so breathless all i could say was, "he want me to become his aprintice at his fordge." after i said that
my dad asked, "so whats your replie?" i knew what my mom was going to do when i anserd him. "i will do it!"
as soon as i said that my moms eyes started to tear. she made some exquse to leve the room. "you know you
are going to have to talk with her here soon." my dad said calmy. i responded with," i know, and i will."
for the next couple of weeks my mom avoided my, and i knew why. when it was the day before my birthday i was
fianly able to talk to my mom*. a tear started to make its way down his left cheak. he whiped it away with
his sleave. *aparently i need to calmdown some, man, i think i will leave that talk for another time*. he
puts the peace of paper back in the onvilope and puts it back in the journal. *well the final entry to this
jouranl, and about time i gatta get some sleep*. he turns the page to the final entry...

well tomarrow i set off to become a aprintice blacksmith. i finaly got to talk to mom after all this time.
she finaly understand this is what i wanna do. this will be my last entry in this journal. the reson i know
is becose while i sleep tonight i know my mom will steal it. yes mom i am talking to you. well see ya i
am going to bed now. love ya mom.

as he read the last sintice his mind was full of what he and his family did together. *as thor as my
witness... * he began to ponder. *well time for bed.* then he stood up and put the journal away. he went to
the front door and shut it, also locking it. he grabed the candle and started to the other door. as he opend
it he sall his stuff laying there as it was this morning. the room was smaller than the fordge, but not by
much. there was only one window, but it was on the opasit side wall. the rest of the walls were bear.
exept for a bed that was to his left, a chest on the opasit side of the bed, a whoredrobe in the middle of
the wall to his left and a dresser right infrunt of him. *well might as well get ready for bed*. he took off
his shoes, gloves, and apren. and lade them on the dresser. *ok time for bed* he sat on the bed and laid
down. and he dreamed of his family.
_________________
yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. that's why it is called the present.
quoted by master Oogway off kong fu panda
Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.