Baldwin has always been the unfortunate sort. Weird things have always seemed to happen around him, beginning as a small child. He grew up in his father's smithy, training to one day take it over. Even then, objects would move from where he placed them to the opposite side of the room. To offset these misfortunes, he has always had an affinity for metal. It seems to speak to him, much like a person.
However, his full bodied days just didn't last. One day while he was traveling through the mountains his mischievous little "friends" became a bit more malevolent, creating a minor avalanche. He escaped mostly unscathed, but his legs were completely crushed underneath a boulder. He was sent to the hospital to live out his days; who needs a blacksmith that can't walk in his smithy?
He was rather tall, before he lost his legs, reaching a solid 6'. He is sturdily built for a half-elf, as he was raised in a blacksmith's home. He has longish black-brown hair that he tries to keep tied back, but it always seems to spring free from whatever he has holding it. His amber eyes usually glow with laughter, though sometimes they hold other, more threatening emotions.
Baldwin is a rather happy-go-lucky fellow. He'd rather talk than fight, mostly. If you do hurt those he cares about he will use his strength to make you realize your mistake. He's a general people person that likes to see people smile. He also is rather good at overcoming trying times, as he has had odd happenings around his person since he was a small child.
Sometimes he's a little too trusting, but not so much that he would blindly follow whoever is nice to him. He is a little naive about the world though, living most of his days in the smithy or traveling to High Krandon to do business with the dwarves.
