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I R O N F O R G E, the Industrious
↳ he/him ◈ 45 moons ◈ straight(?) demisexual ◈ clan monadh, noble
A B I L I T I E S
Heat (novice), Dowse (expert), Fire Breath (undiscovered)
A P P E A R A N C E
A large, thickset grey tom with pale green eyes.
Ironforge is not a very pretty tom by his clan's standards, but he doesn't seem to mind that. A muscular cat with a broad cobby face and thick tomcat jowls, he is built for strength and little else. He has a simple solid grey appearance with forepaws dark with soot, and an equally dull skin colour on his nose and inner ears. Only his eyes, a pale seafoam green, could be in any way described as striking. These eyes are often covered up by goggles. Accessories of his own make, Ironforge's goggles help protect his eyes from the bright flame of the forge and the irritation of smoke. He also often wears two self-made tools mounted on long gloves. He has named these tools Hoof (a hammer) and Claw (a set of tongs).
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Ironforge is a smith, a builder and a beast of burden. He spends most of his time in camp or in the mines, wherever he can be most useful to his clan. He leads a fairly uncomplicated life. He mines for materials, he makes what's needed, and then he does it all again. If asked for help, he will assist to the best of his ability until the job is done. He is the silent, tireless workhorse of the mountain.
Ironforge is, however, no simple animal. He is fueled by an inexpressible love for his clanmates and charged with a creative spark. Most of what he makes are practical things- tools, weapons, and the like- but there is an almost whimsical finesse he brings to the details that have become his signature. Self-sacrificing to a fault, he knows he is strong so he willingly offers himself to do the heavy lifting for others. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Sometimes, very rarely, he will reveal that he has a surprising rebellious streak. He loves his clan more than anything, and if he thinks someone's position of authority (be they mentor, tanist or lord) is being abused to harm others, he sees no disloyalty in going against them for the sake of Clan Monadh.
H I S T O R Y
Ironkit was a large kitten who did not know his own strength. As a bairn, his attempts at roughhousing and playing with others only succeeded in getting others hurt, and he gained a reputation as a bit of a bully as a result. Ironkit, not wanting anybody to be afraid of him, instead looked to hobbies that could use his strength and found himself drawn to flame & steel. He was already a bit of a specialist as a dalta- he was a clumsy, noisy hunter and lacked any eye for battle tactics past "hit it harder". His mentor, a gloomy old molly named Havocburst the Tempestuous, noticed this early on and switched his focus away from either. Instead, mining and smithing became Ironpaw's passion and his main form of personal expression. Any time not spent on his attempts at other skills, he spent building his newest project or seeking materials for the next one. When he stepped into adulthood, there could only be one name for such a cat: Ironforge, the Industrious.
In his early adulthood, Ironforge found himself the victim of a cave-in in the mine. With his strength he was eventually able to free himself from the rubble...but not all of the cats involved were so lucky. When the dust cleared he found that several other cats were dead, including his old mentor Havocburst. Ironforge now makes a habit of checking reinforcements inside the mine, and he refuses to allow anyone into the deeper parts unsupervised. If anything ever happens again, Ironforge will be there to save them.
R E L A T I O N S
Parents: Smograsp, the Settled (deceased), Giantstrike, the Formidable (future adopt)
Mentor: Havocburst, the Tempestuous (deceased)
