I've been on a bit of a warpath with learning new thing and wanted to tackle something that would stretch me. So hey, I thought, I've always wanted to draw my Charr from GW2 - Baethul. Got a lot of opportunity to do metal, fire and fur and can say that I think I'm twenty five years older from the stress, but super happy I did this and quite happy with how it turned out!
Baethul currently lives a rather complicated life caused by a lack of foresight and humility. After rescuing a farmstead from a Separatist raid in Diessa Plateau, he was lured toward a tomb that housed an ancient blade that had absorbed a portion of the foefire's power. In his greed, he did not consider it to be a clever ploy from the Separatist that had slipped the information to him on his deathbed. He took it upon himself to snatch up the weapon for the recognition of the legions and the hope of wielding a legendary human sword, as Rytlock Brimstone had.
Within moments of picking up the blade, the foefire erupted from the ancient metal, binding the weapon to the charr's very essence with the creature's destruction as its sole purpose. As the fire seared at the charr's hands, he fled wildly into the plateau and passed out, with luck, close to the border of Diessa and Wayfarer Foothills. The border patrols stationed near there were able to quickly call for expert help and carted him into the basement of a nearby outpost to quarantine the rampant flames which had already torn through most of Baethul's forearms.
Through the work of a Priory human scholar and talented norn blacksmith, bracelets were forged to slow the fire's burn down to a crawl. They were able to prolong Baethul's life by years, but there would be no true cure. He now travels, working to protect those who are unable to, until the day that his vision is finally claimed by the ethereal blue fire.
((I just happen to love roleplay, can you tell?))