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Name : Razer Brunt
Race :Kil'garen
Gender :Male
Age :24
Appearance (I can find a picture if necessary, I only avoided because of the permissions required. I would have to ask their permission to use the picture and them give them credit thereafter.  Its easier to just write up a description and have no picture.):A tiger that stands on two legs and has the green eyes.  His fur looks just like that of a tiger with the orange and white fur with black stripes.   
Razer weighs in at two hundred pounds, but his body is fit, showing off that he regularly excercises.  His height is about 6'0".  
Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :Orange and white with black stripes.  
Eye color :Green.  
Height :6'0".  
Skills:Navigation, Counting, Swimming.  
Weapon Skills: He's best at the Quarterstaff (a thick 6' long metal pole). 

His other weapon skill is dual wielding two swords and each sword has a 2' long blade.  
History: (Saying this now, I will be throwing in a couple of names of places and stuff that I just made up.)

(Extra note: Let me know how much I have to change in the history as I know I am probably stepping on your toes, and I'd rather not do that.) 

In the south east of Mal'Gar, there is a city called Vorilo.  The place is a hubub of trade and craftsmanship.  The Kil'garen were very happy as they had care-free lives, since the 'money making skills' in town were passed down from parents to children, generation to generation.  

The community looked after each other.  No one was abused.  The ruling family made sure that everyone lived in harmony. This family's name were the Brunts and they are a royal family.  They've been royalty ever since Razer's great, great, great, great, (about 10 more greats) grandfather defeated a vicious monster and saved the Kil'Garen species from extinction.  That battle took place several hundred years ago.  

Sadly things currently have taken a turn for the worse, and its been this way for a while.  Vorilo is no longer a carefree place as the Empire has strict dominion over them.  And as much as the Kil'garen do not like the Empire, they also know that if they resist they will be crushed under the Empire's mighty foot.  

This was the case ever since the Empire won the war against the Magi, 100 years ago.  

Now the Brunt's family's heir, is Razer, a young tigerish Kil'garen.  He's been raised with care by his parents.  Shown the ways of governance by his father at nightfall, and learning about how to get around the city and even swimming from his mother during daylight.  

One thing was made clear by them, "Always give the Empire what they want.  If they say go on your knees, you go on your knees and kiss their boots."  His parent's words still ringing in his head from their constant lectures.

Occasionally Razer was able to slip away with an excuse to either his father or his mother, in order to get away from it all.  He would cover his face and wear drabby clothes just so he could be an 'normal Kil'Garen' not 'Sir Prince Razer Brunt', and just have friendly conversation with others who didn't have royalty tied around their necks like he did.  

When he was close to full grown, Razer's parents threw him into combat training.  "You have got to learn to fight, boy, or you will end up on the end of a sword one day.  That's the world we live in.", his father explained after Razer asked the no-no question ,'Why?'

So he spent quite a few years training daily with many different weapons, but the only ones he excelled at were swords and the quarterstaff.  He even bested Vorillo's Guard Captain, defeating him in a one on one duel and the captain was recognized as the best swords man around.

One day, during one of the Empire's visits, a large group of disciplined soldiers led by a very scary looking warrior, came to get Razer and took him away back to the Citadel.  They didn't give a reason why to his parents, despite their demanding to know.  

Only after Razer asked for the tenth time, did the scary looking warrior gruffly say, "I haven't been told, but to me its pretty obvious, your a good fighter.  Also is it not better to be at the Citadel than a dead threat to the Empire?"  Razer nodded in agreement.  

Once at the Citadel Razer was given the option to serve the Citadel or be executed.  Not surprisingly, he chose to serve.  
 

   
     



Predisposition to the Magi:Razer is indifferent to the Magi, they are strangers to him as Razer has never even met a single Magi.      
Personality :
Despite being royalty, Razer is far from aloof.  He is friendly enough and willing to greet others despite what they look like.  

He is also honest.  He will refuse to lie even to spare someone's feelings. Razer's motto is, "Let the Truth be known",  although there are rare exceptions, like if saying the truth will get him killed, then obviously he isn't stupid enough to do that.  

He is also very attentive, that is to the point of stopping to listen at doors and walls, just to see if something is going on at the other side.       

He does have alot of pride though and if someone insults him or his family, Razer has a tendency to become enraged.  
Notes ( things purely for story ) :  I don't have any of these.  I'm sorry.  [/hider]