Zhen Hua

Zhen Hua is a blacksmith of standing, tall and lean, with black eyes, a hard jaw and a fierce gaze under thick black hair gone snowy at the temples. He looks no older than thirty, though his eyes carry the weight of decades. His hands draw the most attention: far larger than an ordinary man's, the joints barely showing, the fingers fair and slender, the palms as clear as jade. He is crafty, competitive and openly ambitious, with the rank of divine blacksmith as the mark he measures himself against.