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Over the centuries, he made a living by making and selling weapons. As a child, he was always quite resourceful. And managed to make something out of nothing. And when weapons were short and or broken, he got inventive and used things that were around him. That was one of the reasons, why he had opened up a weaponry store in Evermore. From beautiful daggers and knives, to swords and dual blades. To archery equipment and even guns. He had a variety of weapons to sell. Most of them, were hand made and crafted by him. The rest, had been supplied. If people, didn’t find what they were looking for. Eirik was more often than not, to create something new and unique for them.
He took joy and pride in his work. Every weapon was unique, as were people. No one weapon looked or felt the same. Not unless, he done replicas of course. And there were a few; especially for the dual daggers. A few of the weapons had something engraved on the handles. Usually the words ‘Warrior’, ‘Lion’, ‘Courage’ or ‘Strength’ in Viking Symbols. A few rare one’s were decorated with other Viking Runes. They always looked beautiful and unique. If the handles were empty. People still admired the beauty of the woods and materials used to make them. Most of the bases were always made out of wood and different metals combined. It gave it an interesting pattern and sterdy base. He had spent many years, decades making all sorts of weapons before he finally opened up the shop. It took a lot of time and effort into perfecting his craft. Patience wasn’t his strongest virtue-when things went wrong. It got him frustrated, until he learned the right ways to go about it. Now it came easier, due to having centuries of experience.
It wasn’t long that into running his own business; that Eirik found out that there was another weaponry/armoury in the Nephilim Quarter in town. One would have thought, that Eirik would consider the Nephilim a rival. Be annoyed that someone had the same business as he in the city. But that wasn’t the case. The former Viking; didn’t like the idea of rivalry much. Back in the Viking days; he had plenty to last him memories for a lifetime. If people seriously pushed his buttons; then they were on the wrong side of him. Otherwise, Eirik was pretty friendly. Despite his rather intimidating demeanour at first. Instead, Eirik had gotten to know Joa. The younger male, had quite a talent for weapons too. Leaving the Valkyr impressed. Eirik had to admit; even Joa’s store, had quiet the plenty of beautifully crafted and specialised weapons. Something for the pair of them, to bond over, as one would say.
With some of the morning off; Eirik had spare time on his hands. He decided to pop over to the Nephilim’s own store. The Valkyr was always naturally curious about any new masterpieces that Joaquin was working on lately. At times, the Valkyr offering his help and wisdomess tips. One could blame it on his age; that Eirik was offering such advice; even if the Nephilim most likely knew what he was doing. Traffic was a bit hectic, this time in the morning. But nonetheless, Eirik arrived in due time. Parking his car, in a free spot outside of the armoury. Pushing open the door. The Valkyr walked in; letting out a whistle. “Hey, Joa. You around bud?” he called out. Wondering where the Nephilim was hiding; as he didn’t see him behind the counter.
Joawuin never have had a plan B. Always been stuck on the same track for all his life. With how he was raised and told from the beginning that one he would one day run and own the family weaponry shop. And to become a weapons master. In a way that's all his known. Never having a backup or other choice of what he wanted to do. Just to have the family business past onto him. Something that was coming for a family like theirs. Both comes as a blessing and a curse. Luckily for him Joaquin always was best skilled at what he does. From a young age he knew how to wield a wooden sword before he could run. Fighting all came easily for him. Sometimes part of him felt that he was born in the wrong centurity. Growing up Elysium used to tell him that he was an old soul and still does now. For Joaquin preferring the olden ways of combat and weaponry rather than all of the new ones. He was always surprised to find that there were people who were just like him. Supernaturals who keep the weaponry selling and artistry alive. With how now it was easier for people to get their hands on cheaper weapons. Whilst there were still people who liked handmade and recreated weapons. Keeping businesses like his up and running.
In the years of work he became friends making different connections with people who were like him. In the same line of work. It helped him at the start most of all when he took after things when his father left. Leaving the shop and the responsibility of looking after his family up to him. Learning the tricks of the trade. Joaquin made sure to do a bit of travelling to other places. Whether it was to help to give him a better insight on different weapons both the old and the new. Or even in search of rare items that he could use to add to his collection. Joaquin wanted to help to rebuild the family name to put pride back into it. With how it went to ruins after his father’s leaving then his mother killing his first love and committing suicinde after. Too busy buried in his work pushing his sister in the process. Joaquin was one of those people who put his work before everything else, something he was passionate about. Finding that he wasn’t the only one with how most Weaponry masters and owners too were the same. Years after first setting up his shop in the city he came across another Weaponry shop here in the same city. Whilst normally there’s only just one but in this instance there were too. Joaquin wasn’t the type of person who would be annoyed at the fact that someone else had the same business as him. Not the type of person to hold grudges. Joaquin was a humble person. Instead of becoming enemies and rivals instead Joaquin and Eirik became friends. Even finding that he learnt a lot from Eirik who came from a vikining background with being Valkyr, whilst Joaquin was a Nephilim and decades younger than him. Both learning from each other.
Both managing to keep their own businesses at float without worrying about one having more business, because the two made sure to keep each other varied. Since both shops weren’t the same. Both Joaquin and Eirik have different skills and weapon artisity. For the last few days Joaquin have been working solely on trying to recreate and bring back a dagger to its original condition and beauty. Lately he’d been trying to hunt down different and old daggers. With Alva a mysterious Celestial in mind who one day came into his shop for a dagger. In hopes that soon she’ll be back wanting another, Joaquin wanted another excuse and reason to see her. Forgetting about the time it was finding that he’d been working for hours on end being cooped up in the back room where it was more quiet and better lighting so he could work. Joaquin hadn’t even realized or heard someone walking into the shop too engrossed in his work. Until he heard a familiar whistle and voice belonging to an old friend, Eirik. Knowing that he’ll have to put off working on his dagger for later with how he still had the night ahead of him. Maybe he might get a few tips and pointers of Eirik. Joaquin got up from his chair putting down the tools he was using and turning off the desk lamp he had been using. Leaving and locking the back room behind him, walking back into the shop seeing the Valkyr was there looking for him. “Eirik, what are you doing here?” Surprised by his stopping by thinking he’ll be busy with his own shop and training. Joaquin wasn’t trying to get rid of him by surprise by his unexpected visit.