Otto Nuroumos

**Forename**: Otto

**Surname**: Nuroumos

**Age**: 22

**Gender**: Male

**Personality**: A cool head and an imposing presence. While the
Chitos might be a kind and helpful race, Otto does everything he can to
dispose of that notion. At least when it comes to his own being. He
uses his height to intimidate and isn’t afraid to get up close and
personal with others. Taller than most Chitos he can even do so to those
 of his own race, with only a few exceptions. He exudes a confidence
that others can feel, but it is not oppressive or arrogant. While at
times he can appear rash he is anything but. When others stand by and
talk he will examine the scene in his own mind and take action. Once
he has started he cannot be stopped.

He is very physical in his mannerisms, a by-product of his imposing
personality. As such he prefers the company of Chitos or Northern Sari.
 The smaller and frailer races often find his casual, friendly bumps and
 touches rough or painful. Not one to change himself for the sake of
others, he nonetheless does the best to avoid them and reduce the number
 of incidents that could occur.

**Appearance**: Standing at 8’3”, Otto is one of the tallest Chitos
currently alive despite his young age. Half as wide as he is tall his
frame holds an impressive mass of muscles. There is no doubt that the
young Chitos has spent his youth training for joining the guild. The
light grey hair on his head reaches down below his shoulders and is worn
 loose.

His family crest is tattooed on the back of both hands. Three swords
are arrayed around his neck representing his achievements as a smith.
The first tattoo, on the front of this throat, is crude and irregular. The second is slightly better quality, and the third more so. None
match the quality of the Crest on his hands.

His face and hands have the slightest tint of brown from years working
the bright flame of a forge. His eyes are the bright blue of ice,
perfectly common but perfectly fitting. Even in the warmer southern
climates he wears long sleeved shirts, trousers and thick boots. In
battle he dons his father’s old armour, an intimidating suit of black
plate covered in strategically placed spikes

**History**: Otto is the only child of a famed Chitos hunter by the
name of Postus. A man who is, ironically, the epitome of how the world
views the Chitos. Strong, helpful, kind hearted, and with decades of
experience tracking in the icy wastes of Kryorra. Hundreds of explorers
 owe the man their lives. A few of them multiple times over much to
their chagrin. But it’s nothing he’d ever hold against them.

The downside of this was the fact the man was never at home to be a
father to his child. Otto grew up under the guidance of his mother,
Ilkas, and his many ‘uncles’. A Chitos smith herself many of her
suitors were accomplished smiths in their own right and it wasn’t long
before Otto himself was taking a heavy interest. He began his tutorage
under his mother as a young teenager though it was two years before he
was allowed to actually work the metal himself. He spent that time
observing, learning about the many different forging techniques and
tools. How to heat and cool metal, how to control the forge itself.
Ilkas was only an average smith herself and wanted to ensure her son got
 the best teaching she could give with the hope he would surpass her.

At the age of seventeen Otto learned a hard lesson of the harshness of
the world. Even a Chitos was not immune to the dangers of the north, no
 matter how experienced they were. His legs crushed by breaking glacier. Arms and back ravaged by a bear. Postus survived long enough
to die in front of the son he didn’t know and the wife he didn’t love.
For his village it was a tragic loss and a grand funeral was held for the man. Such was his fame that many of those he had saved in the past
risked a journey north to pay their respects. For Otto it was merely a
 lesson in the dangers the world held and the weakness of the Chitos.

It was shortly afterwards he made up his mind to join the Guild and
become an explorer. He spent the next three years working at the forge,
 slowly increasing his skill until he felt confident enough to forge his
 own weapon. It took him an entire year and a dozen failed projects
until he created his weapon, ‘The Unbroken’, named by his mother’s
current suitor. Though he doesn’t grasp the nuance behind the name Otto
 trusts the man’s knowledge and has kept it. Donning his father’s
armour, with his blade on his back, he began the journey south to join
the guild.

Pokos has turned out to be a lonely home for Otto, with few people who
can bear his presence. He takes this as a small victory for his goal,
though wouldn’t mind at least one friend to keep him company.

**Equipment:** His father’s spiked, black, plate armour. Despite its
 high quality and aggressive design it has only been worn three times by
 the man and never saw actual combat before it was passed on to his son.
 Otto donned it for the first time when he left to join the guild.
Since then he has yet to wear it again.

A double headed Outorium glaive forged by his own hand before he left
Kryorra and headed south. It has been carried on his back since then,
as he refuses to wield it unless it is for the guild. Despite the fact
he made it himself it was named by one of his uncles. The name he gave
it was ‘The Unbroken’.

A heavy stabbing knife forged by his mother as a farewell gift. Given
its size and weight it would be a wide longsword to most races. She
engraved the name ‘Ultimatum’ on its blade.

**Trinity Arts**
When Chitos Fly - Otto leaps into the air, coming down in a location up
to twenty metres away. During the jump he curls into a protective ball,
 turning his armoured body into a cannonball that lands with great
force.

Skill Two - Currently Empty

**Stats**

Character Level: 1

Guild Rank: D
Health: 36

Strength: 6

Fortitude: 3

Magus: 1

Mental Fortitude: 3

Intellect: 2

Stamina: 4