Name: Fei'eth Kilswith

Age: 24

Gender:M

Sexual Orientation:Straight

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 150

Race: Hieme

Primary Deity:Skadi

Secondary Deity:As Fei'eth is an armour smith by trade he second deity is Mephisto

Marks/Tattoos/Scars: When Fei'eth was 18 a bear raked his chest, luckily he survived.

Description/Personality: Fei'eth is a armour smith by trade, and a hunter by necessity. His skin is so pale, it almost acts as camouflage against the harsh snowy backdrop. Easily visible black vein race across his well toned muscles, however he is not overly strong, for a Hieme. Slightly smaller than most warriors, Fei'eth must rely on tactics, and his armour to see him through a battle. Beaten and teased for being small, Fei'eth's black eyes often revile no emotion. Lest someone decide to pick on him for it. Until he gets to know someone he seems as cold as the lands he comes from. Though when he is with his few trusted friends, he is light hearted. His hair white as snow, is kept short. However as he does not concern himself with appearances, it is often quite messy. Fei'eth has had no romantic interests so far... well none that he could be with. When a man wishes to date a woman, in Fei'eth's town he must declare this desire to the town. At which point, any other men wishing to date this woman may challenge him. After a fist fight, the winner now has the right to date the woman. Fei'eth being small, has yet to win any of these battles.

Weapons/Items:

Steel Longsword
Iron dagger, with bone ceremonial handle.
Horn composite bow
Iron arrows
Steel Breastplate
Saddle (specially designed for a wolf)
Hammer, prongs, bellows, Wax, various other tools used for smithing.

History: Fei'eth was the third son of Aken'ta, and Sherlena. Aken'ta quickly realized that though he was a very skilled hunter he could not feed all of his very large family. So when his third, and youngest son was beginning to eat full meals. Aken'ta gave him away to the local armour smith, who was never able to have children. Mag'rin became like a father to Fei'eth, however Aken'ta, and Sherlena still came by to visit often. Fei'eth concentrated hard on his smithing, and by 15 was crafting full sets of armour on his own. Aken'ta was angry however, as Fei'eth was a terrible warrior. Fei'eth was challenged by another warrior, and was badly beaten. Aken'ta was shamed by the performance, and disowned Fei'eth as his son. Things did not really get bad for Fei'eth until he was 18. When Mag'rin's health took a turn for the worse, and Fei'eth had to be the breadwinner. Though Fei'eth was the best armour smith in their section town, second only to Mag'rin, no one would buy armour from him. It was apparent that his shame would affect his business as well. The only way to reverse this shame would be to best another warrior in combat for a mate. However Fei'eth could not hope to match the prowess of the other warriors, so he would have to bring in food another way. This is when he began to hunt. Drawing on the teachings of Aken'ta, when he was a very young boy. Fei'eth set out, and was semi successful. He was able to bring in just enough food, to keep the him, and Mag'rin alive. At age 20 Mag'rin died, leaving Fei'eth all his possessions, and utterly alone. He still smithed however only for those who could not afford to go to the other smith in their section of town. He needed to hunt more, and this is when he made a classic mistake. One day while hunting elk he stumbled too close to a bears den. The angry creature charged at him raking his chest, Fei'eth was sure he was dead. When a howl went up, and a giant wolf stepped between him and the bear. He took this as a sign that Skadi had decided he should live a little longer. The wolf stayed with him kept him warm, while he nursed his wounds back to health. It even hunted for him, bringing him much need nourishment. He named the wolf Neka'tran after the saviour of his village. After a month in the wilderness, he finally returned to town. Neka'tran in tow he walked right to his tent head held high, barely healed wounds on full display. Few had survived a bear attack, and there were no wolf riders in the town. However this still did not win him any prestige among the rest of the village. He made himself a breastplate from steel, though it took him a week of fasting to save up the coin. Another week of fasting a month later provided him with a saddle for Neka'tran. Two more weeks of fast spread out over three months provided him with space on a cart. He would pick up everything, and move to the heart of the town, where need for armour smiths was dire. So Fei'eth, and Neka'tran began their journey.