[b]USERNAME:[/b] Hellis 
[b]NAME:[/b] Iano Kizali 
[b]AGE:[/b] 21 (To a tindra, this is past middle age, most don’t make it to 30)

[b]ARCHTYPE:[/b] Corsair
[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] He is a tindra in every sense of the word. Despite his unusual passion for combat, he is still every bit as exuberant, every bit as flashy and every bit as vibrant as his fellow kin. He loves to indulge in everything he comes across, including combat. He lacks lot of the common restraint of other races, racing headlong into new sensations and vices. Very loving, open minded and more then a bit promiscuous as well. As such the tavern brawls and brothel visits of his past is something of a legend.
In combat, he becomes a creature of death. His “battle lust” is something of a problem. His tribe calls it “The Red Love”, basically it means he enjoys the sight of blood far to much. When he succumbs to this state, he ends up with memory gaps. He can still deduce friends from foes while in it. He does lament on the people he have killed only because ha cannot remember killing them. As former pirate his moral compass is a bit skewed.
Equipment will include …

[b]ABILITIES::[/b] 
 Fencing (Sabers): The one thing this boy knows and knows well, is that a saber takes practice. Becoming proficient enough to combat armored foes is no small task, and the corsair have extensive training with his weapon of choice. 

H’kazhan Grugnah : H’kazhan or more commonly “Savage Dicipline”, is the art of wielding orchish weaponry. It has become its oww thing becouse no other race really can mimic their unique strenght and brutality. Instead, their weapons, crude and unwieldy, have become the subject of a style adapted for more civilized folks.  It focuses on grabbing and getting in close with your one handed weapon of choice. There is also a form called  H’kazhan Kakris that is meant for two handed orch weapons.

[b]Race::[/b]  Tindra 
[b]Appearance::[/b] 

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To say the young man is handsome looking would be.. misleading. He finds himself grazed with a certain gender ambiguity. His features are far softer then the average male, to the point where if he hides body clothing, people have questioned his gender. The rather thick lips and eyelashes certainly do not help. The Tindra paint he wears only add to the conundrum as well: never the less, he feels its a blessing more then a curse, and endless source of amusement. He favors light clothing, often go as far as to walk around bare chested. His hair and eyes are the typical dark red color of his people just as his skin is the vibrant golden hue they have become known for.
History will include …

[b]BACKGROUND::[/b]  Born amongst the Dunes of the Alhei Desert, to a tribe of Tindras living under the Human Sultanate of Iela, Iano was a child with a strange birth omen. He was born under a red moon. To the Tindras this meant he would not only continue the tradition of living uninhibited, but his soul would have increasingly powerfull flame. One that would burn the brightest when surrounded with death. To the humans, this meant he would be drawn to combat and bloodshed. How right they both turned out to be. Even at the age of 5, where Tindras usually begin to take interest in music and artistry, Iano picked up a sword. Of course, this came to no suprsie to his parents. Instead, they did what they could to make sure he did not hurt himself to bad.

At the age of 9, he was apt at swinging it, albeit to small and to young to properly grasp the concept of swordsmanship. That’s when he traveller came to the village. The man, Eingar Thornwill, was a travelling weapon merchant and a avid duellist. He soon heard of the boy and set Ianos parents down for a talk. He offered to care for the boy, and help him develop his skill. In turn, he would give the village something they desperatly needed, the tools and knowledge to dig a new well as their old one had just begun to dry out. His parents accepted and even Ianos was at peace with it. Becouse Tindras live short life, they grow independent far earlier then the avarage man.

Iano travelled with Eingar until his twelfth birthday. Deemed a adult by Tindra standards, the boy was given his own sword, a few days worth of food, some gold and the direction to the docks. Eingar had trained the boy with a specific goal in mind. He was sending him to a old friend, a human smuggler. Said smuggler needed young, agile and skilled people on his crew, as they would be able to act as couriers. Ianos smuggling career was cut short however, as Mandi Har corsairs raided the vessel on his very first trip. He was one of two prisoners deemed worthy to live. The reason being that he was easy on the eyes, and that he had no problem entertaining the women and men on board.

Iano grew to become a proper member of the crew as the years passed. And his state of mind, “the red love”  began to surface. This of course, was a delight for his cruel comrades that relished the fact that the boy had natural killing instincts. He began to grow accustomed to the way that these Death Worshippers carried themselves. He found their belief of ”perfection trough death” to be most liberating, and began to incorporate their style of saber fencing into his own fighting style.

Once again however, he would find himself in new company. After their ship suffered mutiny, he sided with the captain. Their side lost, and rather then die in combat, he threw himself overboard. He managed to swim ashore, as they had only barely left the harbor. He ended up wandering for a few months before he once more ran into Eingar, now a silver leaf mercenary. The old mentor listened to Ianos story, and told Iano with a grin on his lips.

“You were made for the Silver Leaves kid.”

[b]COUNTRY OF ORIGIN::[/b]  Iela, A small sultanate on Hyllara. The small nation is a vassal sate to one of the larger Sultanates, Omezha.

[b]WEAPONS:[/b] 

[i]MANDIHAR LONG SABER:[/i] This exceptionally cruel looking saber is a souvenir taken from his visit in the harbors of a Mandi. Its designed for slashing mainly but like any good saber, may be used for stabbing. Its made from some very high quality steel and is a well crafted and deadly piece. 

[i]ORCH CLEAVER.[/i] This weapon was torn from the hands of a dead orch in a act of desperation, yet it has become a steady companion to the Tindra. It’s a weapon that’s the size of a short sword, but functions more like a axe then a sword. Like a cleaver actually used in the kitchen, it has only one sharp side. Its also weighted so that one swing can build enough momentum to cut into trough decently armored limbs. Or, if angled  right, go straight into a rib or shoulder despite heavy armor blocking its path. In a pinch, the Tindra has been known to toss it with unerving precision and force.

[b]Misc:[/b] Light leather braces and leather chest piece, flint and tinder, some rations, a flute, canteen and wineskin. His silk and cloth clothes.
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