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General Information

Name: Aaron Rhoan
(Originally named Angel, but hated that name and changed it.)
Nickname: Ron, Smith, Bacon Face
Age: 24 Years
Gender: Stallion | Male
Born: January 2nd, 1676

First Talent: --
Second Talent: --
First Blessing: --
Second Blessing: --

Herd: War-forged
Rank: Stationary Merchant (Blacksmith)
Patron God: Kaia

Familiair: --
Items: 
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Astral Tracker
Tracker Journal

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Appearance

Species: Pegasus
Breed: Shire x Vladimir Draft x Percheron x Spanish Barb (with some Frisian and Belgian draft in there somewhere)
Height: 17.2 hh
Weight: 1800 lbs

Color: Dark Bay Tobiano Splash
Geno: EE/Aa/nTo/nSpl
Eyes: Blue Grey

Aaron is quite a big horse to encounter, but among the many large drafts of Onea, he doesn't stand out much. The large burn scar on the right of his face and neck, however, is something that catches most eyes. It reaches from the tip of his ear, all the way to his shoulder and chest, and often wrinkles easily. Despite his breed mixes, Aaron does not show feathering. He keeps his tail short, and his mane roached at the base of his shoulder, since his scar singed away some of it. Aaron has two large white wings, of which one has a piebald marking. If you look close enough, which you'll probably never get a chance too, you can see a soft pearlescent hue on his feathers. Aaron naturally keep his head up and chest out.

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Relationships

Orientation: Heterosexual (unknown Bisexual)
Relationship Status: Single

Durian Rhoan
        Father; Retired Merchant
Tala Rhoan
        Mother; Merchant

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Personality

[Committed]-[Proud]-[Forward]-[Tactless]-[Active]-[Disciplined]-[Genuine]-[Sarcastic]-[Irritable]

Committed
Aaron is very committed by heart. Weather it's work, his family, or helping friends, he'll turn it into a serious duty and won't stop until he's satisfied with the results. He's always been very engaged trying to please his father, and gain his affection, mainly through hard work. But he can set his mind to anything really, and will go to above and beyond. This however, often makes the stallion get carried away, and loose track of others and what else is important. Like his own health, for instance. He can also end up forcing others into uncomfortable situations because of the task at hand, and Aaron being oblivious about their feelings, simply wanting to get the job done. None the less, this stallion will be loyal until the end of his days, to whomever is close to him.

Proud
Aaron is proud, a trait he received from his father. He's not so much proud of himself, though. He's not vain, but simply proud of what he crafts, and his family in general. Because of this he's quite protective of his family's name, and wont tolerate anyone soiling it. He'll be irritable if people call his, or his fathers work poor craftsmanship or have any other complains. He'll be quick to speak out his thoughts and and perhaps even act on them, simply to protect his pride. On a personal level, however, Aaron's never been really bothered by degrading comments. Such as stares or whispered about his scar in public. It doesn't seem to effect him. Or at least, that's how he makes it seem.

Forward
Aaron is very forward. He's not one to muck around or jump around the bush. What you see is what you get. Mix this trait with him being tactless, and Aaron can end up hurting quite an amount of feelings. He can often be oblivious to emotional moments and make blunt remarks. He'll simply speak his mind; it's not his problem you don't like what you hear.

Tactless
This stallion is very tactless, clueless, oblivious at times. You could say Aaron can have trouble with reading others emotions, but he doesn't seem to notice even that. He never had to deal much with emotional conflicts or expressing of feeling when it came to his upbringing. You just had to get up and work. However, when placed in certain social situations, Aaron doesn't really know what to do, even if he does wants to. This stallion is not the greatest shoulder to cry on, but you can cry on it either way. He won't mind, as long as you clean up afterwards. 

Disciplined
As a young colt, Aaron has been disciplined through fully by his father. The stallion played a very strong role in Aaron's upbringing, and this shows. Although he can be harsh, filthy and rude, Aaron has his manners and knows to respect his peers. This trait can make him seem rather harsh and stoic sometimes, not showing that Aaron loves a good joke. Although he's not the one to 'never hit a mare' he knows very well whats acceptable and whats not. This stallion is anything but lazy, and only plays by the rules. Cheating in game or combat his highly dishonorable, and Aaron will never steep that low. His pride would never allow it.

Genuine
Aaron is very honest. This trait hold hands with being Forward. He doesn't lie, he's really bad at lying, even if he tried. Aaron speaks his mind, and makes his feelings known with ease. He doesn't hide behind a mask, or pretends to be someone he's not. He's not shameless however, and makes sure to keep a proper composure when with others. Although, this composure is completely blown away when Aaron has a few drinks. When drunk, a much more jolly, and even more genuine stallion shows.

Sarcastic
Sarcasm is pretty much the only form of humor Aaron knows how to show. When with close friends he's quick with satire comments or mockery, all in good fun of course. He doesn't mind backtalk in this fashion, and is known to make it somewhat of a competition with friends to outdo each other with insults. When aggravated however, his remarks can get quite coarse, and sometimes leads to a fight.

Irritable
One of his more negatives traits. Aaron can get easily annoyed, aggravated and irritated when things don't go his way. Or--when people don't do what they must. Other equine in general easily play on his nerves, for even the smallest reasons. Lazy, weak or snobby horses are some of them. Aaron is not one to explode with fury, but will rather quietly pray for death upon those that get to him. He doesn't often have trouble with this when working. But you know, everyone has those days sometimes, when you keep dropping the same item over and over? That's when you can hear loud, frustrating muttering coming from the smithery.

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History

Foal-hood 0-10
I was born into the mighty Rhoan family, a family with bloodlines that reach back before the creation of skeldr town or even the stone circle. A proud family of smithing, crafting and forging, of armor and blade. Strong warriors that honored their herd. And I was their new heir. I was also the first ever Pegasus that wore the family's sigil. For generations unicorns ruled the lineage, but they got lost somewhere along the way. Not that it matters, we don't discriminate.

My mother was overjoyed as I entered the world. Tired, but happy, I was a rather large colt. I was her little 'angel' with wings as bright as hers, with the same gross, pearly hue...ugh. In any case, both my parents, and others of my family, were glad I was a healthy colt, as I was hoped to be. Ready to continue my sire's legacy.

I was soon to help my parents with the smithery. Helping my mother with the tanning racks and leather, and my father by polishing the blades and armor. I wasn't allowed near the real work place, though. Were the fire was hot, and the irons red with heat. Any free time I had was spend with friends. Chasing chickens and climbing rocks.
Of course my mother taught me how to fly. Something she enjoyed doing, spending some private time with her baby boy. My father soon occupied that time, though. At the age of 10 he believed I was ready for combat training. Everyday since then, we trained. With or without weapons. My father is a harsh tutor, but he means well. I had to train through rain, snow, summer heat and winter cold. It made me strong, made me believe I could do anything.

Teenager 10-20
At... about the age of 12 I believe, my father started to develop arthritis... a nasty condition, that effects the bone and joints. In this case, it festered itself in my fathers front knees. Apparently he had it for a longer time, but he never admit it. It showed when he couldn't get up in the morning. It wasn't as bad then as it is now, so he could still work the forge.

One day, my father once again couldn't stand in the morning. The pain had gotten worse too... So, with much protest from him, mom claimed he was to stay put with her, to await the medic she had called. I eagerly offered to go ahead and open the shop anyway, so we wouldn't miss any sales. I could continue on this axe handle I'd been working on in the mean time, waiting for my parents to join me later.
But instead, as I reached the smithy, I saw this blade on the work bench. It was a commission, with a short deadline, I knew. So, eager, strong little me wanted to please my father. And what other way then to help him finish his work? As I lit up the forge, feeding it's flames, I could only think of how proud my father would be, if I could show him my effort. The blade, however, was much heavier then I expected. I clumsily managed to pace it on the coals, to heat up. As I waited for it to grow red hot, I delved into my fathers design ideas, drawn out. I believed I could do it, just like him.

When the blade was bright yellow, and ready, I tried to lift it out of the fires and on to the anvil. But that's were it went wrong...
I couldn't get the blade out properly, it's weight fighting me. It dug itself into the coals as I lifted the handle part up high to pull it out, using all my force. It slipped from my grip and out of the forge, scooping up a handful of flaming coals, flinging them on my coat. It set me aflame as I screamed in fear and pain, wildly running through the workshop in an attempt to flee from it. I managed to run outside, screaming. before I knew it, I was tackled to the ground by someone, and more horses circled me to try and douse the flames.

It's something I still have nightmares about...
It left me with a large, bold scar along the right side of my face, neck and shoulder. Oh... And my father gave me the worst scolding session I've ever had...
But surprisingly enough, as soon  as I was recovered, he started schooling on how to handle real smith work. And instead of me coming to fear the fires that burned me, I learned to control them--and work with them. I was so proud when I crafted my first ever blade, from start to finish. I cherished it and showed it off to everyone. I'm sure I still have it laying around somewhere... the ugly thing.

As I grew older, I spend less and less time with my friends, and more at the forge. Soon taking on my own commissions and bringing in a nice pay for my family. And for the medic bills of my father...

Present 20-30
My father got worse and worse. More days he'd spend at home, with my mother following him around wherever he goes. Fussing over him and his poor health. His artritis is still getting worse, along with his already horrible hearing and simple old age. But to top it all off, his eyesight has suddenly started to degrade rather quickly too. They claim he'll soon be as blind as a bat. That'll be no more work for him...
Now officially the smithy is still under his name, but I'm pretty much running it on my own right now. I turned the old storage into my own little apartment, so I no longer live with my parents, but still close to work. Better keep an eye on the place, wouldn't be the first time we've been robbed... I now try my best and keep up the good name we Roan's have had for so many years. I can't let my father down.

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Quirks & Such

- Aaron's real name is Angel. It was the name his mother gave him at birth. Why in Kaia's name his father didn't do anything about it, he'll never understand. He changed his name to Aaron pretty quick when other colts started making fun of him and keeps it a deep secret. Only his mother ever calls him Angel still, when they're together. Only a very few in Onea know of his real name.

- Once a small colt, Aaron ran with the bullies for a couple years. His large size and ability to fly made him populair with the other big colts, and soon he joined in picking on the little ones. He honestly regrets this behavior, especially after his parents found out and scolded him for it. He likes to pretend it never happened, and now treats everyone equally.

- Aaron has had a few flings and short relationships with mares in the past, but they never lasted. He never truly had any feelings for anyone, and he's uncertain and confused about this. There is one other deep secret he holds. The fact that he finds some stallion behaviors attractive. But he never admits this to himself.

- Aaron isn't ashamed of his scar, and rather eagerly tells the story of how he got it. In a sense to prevent people from making up silly rumors, or teaching young ones a wise lesson. Fire is dangerous and hair is flammable.

- Each item crafted at the 'Rhoan's Forge' holds the family's sigil. The two mountain peaks. This way, any weapon, shield or armor can be traced back to it's creator. And of course, help make for a good name.

- Aaron doesn't often fly. Simply because he stays indoors most of the day, working. He makes sure to keep his wings strong though, and can sometimes be seen wearing weights over his wings while working the forge.

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Please let me know about any typo's and such!

Art & Aaron by Cat-Bells