[center][h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_R7bJahcwc]Cai Hir[/url][/h3][/center] [hider=Pa Gur] Prince of the plunder, The unrelenting warrior to his enemy; Heavy was he in his vengeance; Terrible was his fighting. When he would drink from a horn, He would drink as much as four; When into battle he came He slew as would a hundred. Unless God should accomplish it, Cei's death would be unattainable. Worthy Cei and Llachau Used to fight battles, Before the pain of livid spears [ended the conflict]. On the top of Ystarfingun Cei slew nine witches. Worthy Cei went to Ynys Mon To destroy lions. Little protection did his shield offer Against Palug's Cat[/hider] [b]Age:[/b] 12 [b]Eye Color:[/b] Grey [b]Hair Color:[/b] Brown [b]Height:[/b] 5'2" [b]Weight:[/b] 138 lbs [b]Physique:[/b] Broad-shouldered and strong, the build of someone who's done nothing but hard labour their entire life. [b]Complexion:[/b] Caucasian, though heavily tanned from years spent working outdoors. [b]Immunities:[/b] Fire, Fatigue, The Cold. [b]Weaknesses:[/b] Incredibly stubborn and short-tempered, Cai does not easily give up or give in even when he really, [i]really[/i] should, often leading him into situations way over his head. It was in fact these traits that made him angrily part ways with Arthur in his past life and led him to his death. [b]Titles & Feats[/b]: None as of yet. [b]Basic Personality[/b]: Sharp-tongued, strong-willed and clever in the worst possible way, to those who don't know him, Cai comes across as a cold-hearted, sarcastic asshole. Those that [i]do[/i] know him however, know that beneath his harsh exterior lies a young man with a big heart; one who wordlessly drops things pilfered from his field work into their morning porridge when the Overseers aren't looking (wild berries mostly, the occasional herb when they're looking ill), who helps them out with their daily chores when he can to spare them the lash and who may or may not have been the one who fed and cared for some of the younger slaves when they were very little (which may or may not have also involved piggybacks, bedtime stories and 'upsies' when the other slaves his age weren't looking), leaving them to see him more as an abrasive, yet pradoxically doting older brother. [b]Psychological/Social Issues[/b]: In his past life, Cai died feeling angry and betrayed by Arthur, which manifests itself as open disdain for the younger boy in his present incarnation... and a profound, but unspoken sadness that he cannot explain. [b]Appearance[/b]: Though broad-shouldered and strong for his age, Cai doesn't stand out too much from the other slaves; with a shaved head, a pair of heavily calloused hands and the constant presence of dirt beneath his short fingernails. He does, however, raise a few brows with the countless scars on his back, chest and shoulders wrought on him by the lash that are always in plain view as the only clothes he has are a pair of sackcloth pants. [b]Natural Abilities[/b]: [i]Warrior of Prydain:[/i] An echo of his past self; though he naturally prefers a sword, nearly anything Cai can get a hold of can become a deadly weapon in his hands... not that those hands themselves should be underestimated either. [i]Unrelenting:[/i] To call Cai 'tough' would be a vast understatement. To put it bluntly; Cai will not tire, will not give up and will simply keep coming until he's either victorious, dead, knocked out or has his attention forced elsewhere. [b]Power[/b]: [i]A Fire Within (Stage One):[/i] Within Cai burns a supernatural flame, constantly fueling his body, ensuring he never tires and causing him to radiate an unnatural heat. This fire burns any wounds he takes shut and welds any bones he breaks back together again... though it is far from a perfect cure-all; the process leaves behind grisly scars and cannot regrow lost limbs. And should his head part company with his neck, he would be dead as anyone else. [b]Companion[/b]: None as of yet. [b]Relations:[/b]