Name: Castor Ironvein Age: 300 (though appears to be in his mid-40s due to a magical rejuvenation) Race/Species: Dwarf Physical Appearance: Castor Ironvein stands tall for a dwarf, with broad shoulders and muscular arms that ripple with power beneath his intricately crafted plate armor. His skin is a deep tan, kissed by centuries of forge fires and outdoor battles, and his eyes are a piercing shade of emerald, hinting at his elven ancestry. A thick, unkempt beard of iron-grey hair cascades down his chest, adorned with ancient runes that glow faintly under moonlight. His hair is cropped short on the sides, revealing the intricate tattoos that trace the lineage of his clan. Despite his fearsome exterior, his face holds a gentle sadness, with lines etched by age and countless battles that speak of a soul much older than his years. A large, jagged scar runs from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, a silent testament to the wars he has endured. His hands are calloused and strong, capable of wielding the heaviest of war hammers with ease, yet they show surprising grace when tending to his beloved forge or playing the lute