Name: Slaine Theoden
Gender: Male
Age: Very fucking old, even for an elf.
Race: Elf
Appearance: Weathered, pale, very wrinkled. Thin white hair, and pale blue eyes. Wears glasses with numerous secondary lenses and a tattered apron full of miscellaneous tools. His clothes are pretty worn, and of a style that hasn't been popular in decades.
Personality: Slaine is a patient man, as he's been around a very long time. He's seen a lot of people rise and fall, and doesn't concern himself much with politics, crime, the grand scheme of things, or really anything much beyond his trinkets. Little trifles don't tend to trouble him much, though that's not to say he is inattentive to details. Being thorough is something he prides himself on. He is frugal, and won't typically spend money frivolously.
History: Slaine Theoden has essentially been making clockworks since they have been invented, and fine jewelry even prior to that. He's been around as an artisan of one type of thing or another since before the empire's inception, and survived the absorption of the various nations into it unscathed. In his youth, he apprenticed to an elven jeweler by the name of Naevalis Troyard, and learned the secrets of elven craftsmanship over the course of human lifetimes.
Time passed, technology developed, and tastes changed, but Slaine always managed to be just ahead of the next popular style in the ever-shifting paradigms of high elven fashion. He eventually grew bored of crafting just a few pieces a year, and began to hone his magical talent for shaping metals with an eye toward faster production of ever-increasingly complex items, a decision that set him at odds with his former master, Naevalis. He grew so skilled, that once he perfected a design, he could replicate it near-flawlessly in a matter of hours provided that he had the materials required. Naevalis saw this mass-production of items as both a literal and figurative cheapening of their shared trade, and in the course of their disagreement caused Slaine to be effectively ostracized by the higher classed members of elven society.
He worked for a time, producing high-quality jewelry at a low cost and selling it for a modest profit to the lower classes; in fact many descendants of his customers of that era still possess their forebears' Theoden original pieces. However, Slaine inevitably grew weary of the mounting economic pressures placed on him by the other jewelers led by master Troyard and bored with mass-producing the jewelry itself. He sold his storefront and remaining stock, and left to learn a new discipline. He traveled far, to the city of Poria, and took up another apprenticeship, as a clock-worker.
Slaine learned the ins and outs of time-keeping machinery, from the most primitive water-powered clocks, to ones that used weights for power, to tiny clocks that would fit in a man's pocket powered by springs. The humans of the city were obsessed with time, to Slaine's mind, and he found it oddly beautiful. They had so little time that it made perfect sense to him, and it eventually was as if he could see the measurements of a being's life in the gentle ticking of a well-maintained pocket-watch. Even the long-lived elves such as he were ultimately measurable entities in the eyes of time itself.
It was during this time that Slaine fell in love with Rita, a human woman living in the city. They spent most of her life together, and had two sons and a daughter together. Time inevitably passed though, and with it, Rita. It was something he'd known would happen, but her passing still brought him great sorrow. Still, they say time heals all wounds, and it certainly always marches on. Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, and years became decades. Before he knew it, Slaine had an entire clan of mixed-blood humans descended from him, and none of them really gave much thought to their umpteen-greats grandfather.
Slaine practiced his craft for a very long time, always working to find a better arrangement, a movement more accurate no matter what position the watch was in, a better lubricant, a more rust-proof alloy, or some other minute improvement. Eventually, without him realizing it, time had passed him by. Even his considerable ability to easily produce high-quality clockworks was ultimately outstripped by the ability of modern factories to mass-produce cheap watches relying on electrical power and oscillating quartz crystals, since they didn't have to pay for gems, either decorative or integral to the movement. Now he remains an inexpensive vendor in terms of mechanical watches, primarily catering to the growing middle-class of Poria.
Magic: Slaine has the power to move and shape metals with his mind. He can, for instance, convert a street sign into a sword that would be far too heavy for him to wield were he not moving it with his mind. Alternately, he could reinforce the aluminum of a car door with his will, rendering it bullet-resistant as long as he maintained his concentration to hold it in the shape and place it was in. He could even hurl projectiles, provided they were metal, though he's not really able to move things much faster than if they were thrown.
Misc.: Slaine is actually far wealthier than his clothes, job, or demeanor would initially indicate. Centuries of saving coupled with compounded interest have done wonders for his bank account, inflation be damned.
Slaine isn't really a fighter, and would prefer to be far away from any rough-housing that may occur.
Slaine is a bit nearsighted, and wears glasses to correct this. He also has a number of magnifying lenses he uses when making his art.
(That's all I have for now. If you want more, I can make it up, but it'll probably have to keep for later.)
