Old Whatsit

For the love of God girl!, Leave me Alone!

Old Whatsit was born in Nottingham around fifty years ago, possessing a natural eye for spotting faults in crafts, he was quickly picked up by a local blacksmith and taught the trade. Over the next few decades improving his craft, people began to forget his name as his rough demeanour meant that no-one wanted to spend much time with the ageing man. Old Whatsit doesn't care that people have forgotten his name, and when the magi from the Order of Hermes found him drunk in the street; his forge having been repossessed by the Sheriffs men due to high taxes, they offered him employment as their blacksmith. He would be allowed more freedoms than the guild would allow in Nottingham and the Magi would even pay him and appreciate his work.

With little other option, he accepted their offer and began his work for these strange people. When he met the other servants of the Magi, who requested his name, he grumbled that he was just an “old whatsit” and that they better keep out of his forge. This group was a strange collection of freaks, strangers and odd individuals, however he was here with them, maybe an “Old Whatsit” could fit in with this band of lunatics.

Characteristics
Intelligence: +0, Perception: +1, Presence: +0, Communication: +0, Strength: +2, Stamina: +2, Dexterity: +2, Quickness: -2

Virtues
Eye of Hephaestus, Faerie Blood (Dwarf), Puissant Craft: Blacksmith, CovenfolkFree

Flaws
Ability Block (Illiterate), Uninspriational, Compulsion (Alcohol)

Necessary Skills
Craft – Blacksmith (tools): 12 (9 + 2 + 1)

Age and Decrepitude
Age: 50 Decrepitude:

Personality Traits
Drunk +3, Sour +2, Intimidating +3

Typical Gear
Blacksmiths tools, Anvil, Leather coat

Opinions on Others
Mages Arianwen - Cirice - Edric - Essel - Evelyn - Rian - Companions Iris - Robin of Loxley - Tancred - Lady Tessora of Artois - Will Scarlet - Grogs

Story
To be told...