Here's my concept, for the record.
Nail: however he got the name, it turned out fitting given his propensity as seeing every problem as a nail, which just happens to be precisely the right size for his Orichalcum sledgehammer. How he got the sledgehammer is a bit of a longer story. I'll sum it up for you.
Nail won the wrong round of dice against a guildsman asshole. Whatever he won, it was important enough for the Guild to frame him for some serious crime and get him locked up in a Realm workyard on some remote island. This would have been the end of it, if Nail hadn't had the luck to turn up an ancient orichalcum sledgehammer. Though he was mortal, he smashed his comrades' chains. Though he was mortal, he fought his gaolers with all the strength he had. But there was no hope of victory. 200 disorganized mortal rioters could never defeat the Dragon-Blooded. The only thing that might save them is Sol's intervention...
Nail Securing Divine Glory is a Dawn Caste. Most problems look like Nails to him. Taciturn and fairly withdrawn, he watches the world with the suspicious eyes of abject poverty. All he knows now? Time to collect some dues.
Nail won the wrong round of dice against a guildsman asshole. Whatever he won, it was important enough for the Guild to frame him for some serious crime and get him locked up in a Realm workyard on some remote island. This would have been the end of it, if Nail hadn't had the luck to turn up an ancient orichalcum sledgehammer. Though he was mortal, he smashed his comrades' chains. Though he was mortal, he fought his gaolers with all the strength he had. But there was no hope of victory. 200 disorganized mortal rioters could never defeat the Dragon-Blooded. The only thing that might save them is Sol's intervention...
Nail Securing Divine Glory is a Dawn Caste. Most problems look like Nails to him. Taciturn and fairly withdrawn, he watches the world with the suspicious eyes of abject poverty. All he knows now? Time to collect some dues.