User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24346726-20141230080746

Well, I grew up mostly alone with my parents. Saying they loved blacksmithing would be a gross understatement. Our entire lives revolved around it. I spent most of ym days alone just workign and workings to try and improve my work. Striving ever closer to perfection. Slaving away in my forge for what could go up to as much as a week trying to make sure my work was absolutely perfect. Stopping to eat, drink, and sleep only when I absolutely needed to. I got damn good at it but could never really satisfty my parents. I could forge armor worthy of Faust herself and they'd still tell me that it needed to be improved. So thats what I did. I just kept getting better and better. Eventually they died and I had to move out. After that I went on a quest to figure out how to make absolutely perfect armor. And thats when I found it, hidden away in the farthest, darkest corners of Equestria I found a book. Don't know who's it was but it contained exactly what I was looking for. A book detailing the craft of soul smithing. The act of taking the raw essence of a being and transfering its properties to a physical object. Creating something malleable and yet indestructable. Or, atleast, near indestructable. To perform this craft I'd need the ability to control souls and the ability to enter Hell. Of course the book detailed how to do this as well but the pages were rather faded so I couldn't get the full details. I did however get enough to start and, after years of training, I managed to learn how to do it through thousands upon thousands of failed experiments. I would already be performign the craft as we speak if it hadn't been for the book failing to tell me the nfull detais right away. You see the first thing I learned was to talk to the spirits since it was the most basic and only legal form of spirit magic. I learned of their suffering and decided it'd be wrong of me to add me just enslaving them for my own needs on top of the problems they already have, I however, didn't just abandon my quest after that. I decided that'd be fine to enslave those who deserved it. The souls of monsters and evil creatures who didn't deserve to have peace in the after life. Thats what brought me here, to Maretropolis. Home of most of Equestria's villains. I set my self down and have been waiting. One day, a villain shall breath their last breath. And when they do I shall be there waiting to capture them. Thats part of the reason I'm here actually. Besides the free housing and food it gives me a great opportunity to find a dead villain. Unfortunately they have a rule against killing so it might be awhile. But rest assured when a villain dies I'l be the first on the scene ready to snatch them up and seal them away until I' ready to make use of them.