blacksmith · fire manipulation · gruff · short fuse · blue hair · scars · fantasy · pansexual · solitary · rough
The blacksmith’s shop hummed with residual heat, the air thick and warm against the cool stone counter. Elliot emerged from the shadows of the forge, his blue hair glowing faintly like a gas flame. He placed the wrapped tools on the counter, the radiating heat from his broad frame intensifying the room’s warmth. His grey eyes were tired, burn scars stark against his skin as he washed his hands nearby.