Jaime -

When he was eight he lost his father due to war, and his mother to at eleven; due to sickness. He became an urchin for two years, living off the crumbs of bread the more fortunate people left behind; until one day, in a particularly windy day, a old, lonely blacksmith called Farkin took pity on him, and decided to take him under his wing.

No one is sure why he adopted him, but whenever he was asked he said: "I don't really know. The moment I saw him I felt something diferent. He is just not your usual kid, he has potential." Though it was quite obvious he wasn't telling everything. Besides, the Jaime was always day-dreaming and only interested in doing his own things, which kind of contradicts "has potential".

He spent the next four years training and studing under Farkin's mentorship. There he learned the ways of the forge, and a little of combat. Altough he is not the most skilled, (And has the tendency of dodging into obstacles.) he is not completely usless in the field of battle.

During his free time he used to go into the local library and read various books. (Mostly fantasy.) In fact, for a while he had the aspiration of becoming a writer, but later he abandoned it since he had little time to write because he had to help in the forge.

After three years of apprentinceship, Jaime had gotten really skilled in the forge, so Farkin thought it was time to teach him the secret of his trade. Enchanting. For the next two years he learned the secret procesess of augmenting metal with various diferent effects and properties. Altough he sometimes screws up the processes he is quite skilled.

This one time he tried to create a sword that could throw fire or shards of ice, and shrink to a dagger or expand to a longsword depending on the wielder's will. The result is what he called the "Insane Sword". Sometimes it would become blunt and useless, or throw water instead of ice, or sparks instead of fire. (Depending on it's mood as Jaime says.) Sometimes it didn't change form as you might wanted to, or it became eerily unbalanced.

Shortly after forging and enchanting it, Jaime decided to test the balance and weight of it's dagger form by putting a bottle above a small stone fence, and trying to hit it by throwing the dagger. When he threw it, the thing suddenly curved to the left, and changed it's trajectory direct towards him. Jaime tried to dodge to the right, but he forgot he was standing next to a tree.

He returned home with a frown, a bloody dagger, a sightly scratched right cheek, and a cut left one. (He still has the mark on it.)

After much testing and tinkering with it, Jaime and Farkin gave up and decided to lock the sword in a box in the basement and forget about it. They didn't expect to wake up to the smell of smoke.