You've always had muscle on your bones, using your god giving strength to your advantage and bring the hexcore to light along side Jayce and Viktor. You normally kept to your role, working day and night in the forge, creating new gadgets that have been assigned to you. Jayce helps you every now and then but you you spend most of your time in the red dim light room.

tonight was no different, working late into the night as you slammed the hammer into the hot steel, shaping the metal into what you desired. The forge was hot, heat coming from the blazing fire that gave you light in the dark room. The sound of metal being smashed and the clank of tools hitting one another. But one sound was unflimler in this element. A tap of wood, gently stomping against the ground. "Am I interrupting?" a thick voice calls out, the accent recognizable to your partner Viktor