Name: Kir-Kon(Key-er-con)

Race: Human

Age: 22

Height: 5' 2”

Weight: 130lbs

Hair: Shoulder length, chocolate brown, shaggy, kept tied back with a leather strap, bangs chin length and cover face most of the time.

Eyes: Black

Skin: Tanned from working outside.

Build: Well muscled but not bulging. 

Clothes: Simple earth tone tunics, mostly a bit tattered and old looking, not really fitting properly. Worn brown highwater cloth breeches. Simple brown soft leather shoes. 

Accessories: Flimsy strip of brown leather to tie hair back, tied around wrist when not in use. Simple hair clip to hold back bangs when needed, kept clipped to sleeve when not in use. Small tear shaped pendant on a leather string. Black leather belt worn over the tunic around the waist, like the rest of the outfit simple and not in the best condition.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Has a wide variety of basic skills based around manual labor, mostly focusing on construction and working a forge. No other specific kills of note.

General Personality: Having a very bleak outlook on life, Kir-Kon has no apparent drive beyond wanting to live, and even that he seems to do halfheartedly. He avoids social events, feeling suffocated in crowds, and tends to freeze up when it comes to talking to people. He does not feel right in his community, and they return the feeling making him certain there is something wrong with him. He does not trust happy feelings, as he believes they are fleeting and there is no point in getting excited over something that will be gone soon. Though feeling completely alienated in his village, he feels hopeless in his inability to do anything about it, almost certain he'd be better off dead. However his drive to live drifts along, keeping him from giving up altogether and he works hard despite himself.

Background: Kir-Kon was abandoned as a child on the outskirts of the village for some unknown reason and nearly died left out in the cold. However the village elder found him on one of her hikes in the surrounding forest and took him home despite how he made her feel. Though not formally adopted into her family, he was given a room in the basement whee he was poked and prodded by the children of the household for many weeks. The elder had to put her foot down rather hard to keep him from being put back out, however eventually it was decided that he could stay in the house at least until he could lift a hammer. By then at least he would have a useful skill.

Growing up in that household was unpleasant to say the least, not that those outside the house were any better. He was the butt of every joke, the focus of all pranks and teasing, and by the time he was able to leave, he was glad in his own muted way. He took up residence in the workshop of the local blacksmith and learned what he could from the man. Now away from the torment he was able to relax a little, however there was still so much awkwardness that it was little better. The one perk was less time around people, as the blacksmith liked working alone, or with just his assistant. When an official journeyman blacksmith came to town however he took over Kir-Kon's job and once more the now young man needed someplace to stay.

He eventually found a place with the local stable master in the beast stables on the edge of town where many of the milk and wool giving beasts are kept. He is the night watchman, and during the day he takes odd jobs around town. His pendant it the only thing he really owns other than the clothes on his back, and it takes all the money he ears to keep himself fed. The people of the town are not above making him pay more than other villagers and do so quite often. He has a few tunics and two pair of pants that he keeps in the loft where he sleeps, however all are less than stellar in appearance and most have stains along with being rather ratty. He gets knocked around quite often by the stable master, who has a drinking problem, and carries a nasty scar from a burn that covers most of his left shoulder from a time that the man's drunken behavior lit the barn on fire. He had been ordered to try and save the livestock and been struck by a bean that pinned him for several seconds. He carries may other scars from various things, but the burn mark is the largest.

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This guy. . .Came from a place I don't look at very often. . . .He's really not my style, but apparently he's the guy for the job. . . . .I hope you like him. . . .