General Information

Name: Nikolaos Floga
Age: 21
Birthday: June 2nd, 423 BC
Sex: Male
Mythological Origin: Son of Hephaestus
Mythological Powers/Gifts:
1. Magic Forge – You can summon a special forge where-ever you are. This forge allows you after a detailed and suitably long post to enchant an item with a one-time use of a gift. You must have someone who has the gift willingly help you. One item can be made per day. Each forging taken at least the number of hours per level of the gift.
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Looks

All hail the overlord!
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black, short
Height: 5'11"
General Appearance: Nikolaos generally tries to appear peppy and pert, but usually doesn't manage.

His arms are moderately bulky, having been working at a forge for a number of years, both at the bellows and anvil. His fingers are long and of moderate thickness, being used to delicately manipulate the hot metal on his anvil. They have numerous scars, testaments to many small accidents. He has small burn marks on his arms and legs from stray sparks or errant pieces of metal.

He is a bit sloppy in his appearance, and is frequently unshaven. His tunic is blackened with soot and can be seen to have numerous small scorch marks and holes from the sparks of his forge. Quite frequently wears a leather apron. He prefers functionality to fashion.


Personality

General Character Traits: Loyal, perseverant to the point of stubbornness, unyielding, reserved. He will open up if he sees you as someone to be trusted.
Likes: Working with his hands, hard workers, gyros, panelle, good food, a good fire
Dislikes: Lazy people, unmotivated individuals, people unwilling to defend what they love, arrogance, sleazeballs
Strengths: Loyal, slow to anger, good with hands, quick-thinking, planning
Weaknesses: Generally unwilling to voice his opinion, not outgoing, prefers working with objects to working with people
When he does get angry, if it is at a person, he will usually attempt to release his anger verbally rather than physically. If he can, he will work at the forge, taking out his frustration on the pliable metal.

Personal History

Mother: Sophia
Father:Paramonos /Hephaestus (WHO ART THY DADDY?)
Siblings: None

Background Story: Nikolaos came from a middle-class family in Athens. His grandfather, a man by the name of Akakios, was a competent smith, and was known for being a kind and generous man. He lived with his wife and daughter; they were neither poor nor rich, surviving on their meager income, but they were happy. He preferred to make beautiful things rather than weapons, but when the war came he made shields and armor instead. As he wasn’t the best smith in the city, his armor was only in moderate demand. As a result, he and his family struggled to make ends meet. Some suggested that the only way for his daughter to live a happy life was to marry her off to someone who was comfortably rich, but she refused. It also didn’t help that she was plain. Not ugly, but plain.

Then, one day, a crippled stranger calling himself Paramonos came to the smithy. He looked battered and weary, his hands scarred and his arms heavily muscled, as if he were used to doing hard work. He walked on a pair of crutches, occasionally slipping and cursing softly to himself when he did so. He was very soft-spoken compared the other visitors that Akakios had, who were usually quite ill-mannered. In addition to having a very pleasant conversation with Akakios, he treated Sophia with courtesy and tenderness, which was a refreshing change. She was used to being treated with scorn or pity by her father’s normal patrons, and this stranger melted her heart. It seemed that he had a soft spot for her as well, as he found excuses to keep coming back. Eventually, it became official, and he married her, with much rejoicing. He was a wonderful husband to her, although he was constantly away on business. She didn’t mind. She loved him and he loved her, and that was enough. They had a child together, and they were happy.

Meanwhile, the Peloponnesian War raged back and forth. At times Athens seemed to have the upper hand; at other times, it seemed that defeat was on the horizon. It was during one of these times of victory that she received a message from her husband. Athens had just dispatched a massive fleet to attack Syracuse, with high hopes. Her husband’s message warned her in the most urgent of tones to flee the city with her father and young child. He said that he wasn’t able to give her details, but that a calamity would soon occur. She was a little skeptical, but she completely trusted him, so she packed up her father’s tools and the family idols and left the city, following directions outlined in the letter. When she reached the port city to which she had been directed, she found a ship waiting for her there. The crew was comprised of very plain people, who were very deferential to her and to her child. They set sail, and within a couple of days were within sight of the Italian coast, where they set them down. The ship then sped off into the horizon; she never saw it again. After a time, they arrived in Rome, where accommodations had been made for them. They later learned that the Athenian forces had been completely destroyed at Syracuse, and that it was a minor miracle that they’d managed to cross the Mediterranean without Spartan or Persian interference, much less find someone willing to take them.

Years went by. Paramonos came by as often as he was able, which was less than he’d like. Nikolaos grew into a strong, healthy lad and was eventually taught the family trade by his grandfather, whom he slowly surpassed in skill. It was around his 19th birthday that he learned the true identity of his father; Hephaestus, or, as he was known in Rome, Vulcan. His father had stopped by for one of his increasingly rare visits, and had visited Nikolaos while he was working at the forge. Vulcan took Nikolaos and Sophia aside and explained that, although he loved Sophia very much, he was becoming increasingly unable to see her due to the possibility of divine intervention or retribution. Vulcan complimented Nikolaos on his craftsmanship and gave him a couple of pointers and critiques, telling him that he wished that he could stick around to see him grow, but that he was already proud of the man that his son was becoming. Also, he stated that, although he couldn't visit, he would find a way to help out his son.

Nikolaos discovered what his father meant while away on a trip. The metal holding together the bridle of the horse that he'd been riding broke, and he had no way to fix it. It was an inconvenience that he could have lived with, but he hated to see something broken and really wanted to fix it. However, in order to do so he would require a forge, which he didn't have. He really, really wished that he had access to a forge... and, suddenly, he did. With a shimmer of heat and a roar of bellows, a forge appeared out of nowhere, all fired up and ready to go. He was pleasantly surprised, and found that it even had a set of tools just like the ones that he normally used. Thanking his father, he fixed the bridle and went on his way, the forge vanishing behind him. Nikolaos was left with a feeling of satisfaction and a wealth of possibilities.

Other

Character Relationships:(please update constantly)
Mother, Grandfather

Great profile! Ideally his general appearance would be a little bit more detailed but you can add stuff later as you figure it out.
Please fill in your character traits and you're ready to go!

More detail has been added.

Welcome to Rome Mr. Floga. We look forward to seeing you around