Going to claim myself a monk, though bare in mind he doesn't have a stereotypical monk personality and the like, just his type of fighting is related to the monk class and his historical knowledge.

Name: Antricanto Vindictus

Age: 41

Origin: Uellia

Class: Monk

Skills: 

Non magic

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*Historian - has a wealth of knowledge of lore of the history of many civilizations known to the realm the heroes currently reside, able to record information in his mind in an instant and save it for later use if need be, his historical knowledge has also given him many contacts and a wealth of knowledge of organisations, people, places, and the like, granting him the ability to know many of the important players of the world and much more.

*Body training - Years of personally training and enhancing his body via constant training has improved Antricanto's body in many ways, granting him a boost in his speed, his perception and his ability to take damage, the years of training having improved his visual appearance as well making him appear younger and therefore improving his skills in combat. The training has also trained him in the ability to control his emotions and not let such emotions control him, allowing him to rely on his brains and his thinking when it comes to combat. 

*Martial artist - Years of experience at hand to hand and martial arts combat has made Antricanto adept in the art of his fists and feet to fight, whether pinpointing various weak points on an enemies body and disabling them with incredibly timed poking stabs or using his fists to send a barrage of punches to decimate his opponents roughly, his ability to manoeuvre thanks to his martial arts training has made him incredibly agile and accurate, allowing him great movement speed and enhancing his ability to predict his opponents attacks, giving him a better chance of dodging strikes. 

Nunchaku expertise: Alongside his hand to hand combat, Antricanto has trained in the use of a weapon as well if he needs to be more deadly, using a bladed nunchaku. Antricanto has trained to use this as both a close up tool to stab and kill his foes or throw it, attached to a strong piece of wired string to clobber an enemy once from afar, a wide range of capabilities are available when he uses this weapon and is not very typical of monks (i figured he could use one since nunchaku are pretty damn awesome, and not well used... and monks could use nunchaku in DnD so its "Kinda" a little bit justified? maybe? ) 

Magic skills:

Ventus circumplectō: summons a barrier of wind around his body, allowing him to protect himself from ranged attacks, deviating the shots of arrows and magic and sending them away or reflecting them. This is a defensive spell and can also allow him to float several meters up to reach higher areas if need be, the longer its use, the more magic is drained, and cannot be used for very long, must be used depending on how dangerous a scenario is. 

Fulgur Festinato: covers his arms and feet in lightning, granting him an advanced movement boost and enhancing his attacks with lightning based properties. The more hits he deals the enemy, the more his damage decreases due to transferring the electricity into his opponents body, with a well timed hit, if he fills his opponents body with enough lightning, a well timed strike can give his opponent a heart attack due to overloading the heart with electricity, frying it. (though this cannot be done at any time, and is entirely up to your desecration if I can do this to a person, mainly used for Mooks and the like)

Electricus Turbo: Palms outstretched and held outward, Antricanto proceeds to clench his fists and punch them into eachother, causing a large spark to appear, after doing this, Antricanto then begins to spin his hands in a circular fashion, creating a tornado of wind in his grasp and using this wind he then holds his clenched fists out at either side of him and aims his fists out toward his victim, at this moment two large tornado like streams coated in a magic based lightning fire towards his victim and both electrocute and cut up his foes with sharp winds, sending them hurdling into the sky should it connect. 

Scutum: By holding his palms outward, Antricanto can conjure up a quick and speedy magic barrier in front of his body made of a light blue aura light or he can cast it in front of an ally in order to protect them from a single strike of damage, when the damage has been blocked, the magic shield quickly explodes into a rain of magic shards, piercing the person who attempted to damage the person attacked by the shield, the shards providing a large knock back effect, sending the foe away afterwards, acting like a counter attack spell and a protective spell all in one.

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Connections: N/A for now

Sample: 

Antricanto Vindictus gave a stiffening yawn and took a piece of paper out from his pocket, his body losing its weight as he let himself fall backwards onto a chair, almost tipping it over once he landed, the legs of the mahogany seat raised up for a split second before falling back to the floor again with a tap, Antricanto now comfortably sitting upon his seat, the man chuckled and added a selection of ground herbal ingredients into the paper and proceeded to roll the paper into a almost flat cylinder, with it now having been rolled into this shape, Antricanto immediately struck it against the chair, the friction lighting the cylinders north tip on the fire, he put the south tip into his mouth and held his arms behind his head in a lax and very mellow manner, deciding to speak up once this had been accomplished.

Appearance:

"So you want to know about an old guy like me, eh? Well, sure thing! I'm always happy to let the beautiful people of the world hear my story! But first, I suppose you want to know what I look like? I guess it's only fair to show you how nice I look for an old codger!"

Antricanto put his hand into his jacket and took out a drawn photograph of himself, setting it down before you, allowing you to see what he appears to look like, though it lacked colour.

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"There you go! That's me! Of course it lacks any colour, but I'l fill you in on those details! That hair of mine! A nice, light grey! My skin? Caucasian skin! Though i'm a little on the pale side! On a scale of vampire to pink, i'd say... 3! So i've got a little pinkness in my skin, but smooth, pale skin that could make anyone go crazy! Despite being an old guy, my skins got no wrinkles, magic and good livings been nice to me, and i'm about as old looking as a mid 20's guy! Lucky me!"

"As for my eyepatch here! It's a metallic eyepatch, lost the eye, i'l get to that later but it's black! Makes me look like a badass though, right? As for my remaining eye, it's a nice blue! My jacket there is an incredibly dark brown, with golden chains linking the jacket together with a white cravat at my neck! Hey, i'm pretty glamorous, I have to look presentable, right? Under my jacket I wear a standard noblemans sleeveless vest, black in colour and my belts a golden dyed leather belt!"

"My gauntlets on my hand are made of steel dyed black, and my leggings and boots which are not shown in the photo consists of steel plated armor, dyed black as well!"

Personality: 

"Personality eh? How do I explain this...! I'm an easygoing guy! I enjoy drinking, hanging out with people and having a good time with my comrades! I love to sing, get to know people and help others! I'm a friendly type of person, always looking to put people before myself like a gentleman and make sure that people are happy! I'm the type of guy who can stare down danger with a grin, a shaky grin, but I can still laugh in the face of death and dying with a smile on my face is how I intend to leave the world! If you like relaxed, gentle, friendly and generally helpful guys, then you shouldn't mind me! I'm always there to make sure your safe and sound, and i'm not a deadpan either, so you'll have no trouble holding a conversation! I hope we can enjoy kicking ass and taking names! And I can only hope my skills as a monk will help us accomplish whatever tasks ahead!"

Backstory: 

"What's my story? Well I am a bit old so it might be a bit long for ya' But if you're willing to listen, then i'l tell you!"

Fixating himself into his seat, Antricanto took another puff of his rolled paper like cylinder, slowly stroking his chin a little as he attempted to think of which part of his story would be appropriate, then again, he thought, maybe it was best to start right from the start...

[b][i][u]TL;DR BACKSTORY:[/b][/i][/u]

Born into a family of mentally deranged psychopaths, hid himself in a pile of bodies, and managed to get transported out, rescued from a shallow river by a monk named Sir.Valentine, raised in the art of monk fighting and knowledge thanks to him, later on in his life he found that his parents murdered tons of people but stopped, and then the killings happened again, valentine and him decided to stop the killings, followed leads until they found a psychopath trying to murder a child in a home in the city, parents killed, Antricanto killed him and saved the child known as Alexander, man he killed was his own brother, who was born shortly after his escape but was unlucky as he became as deranged as his parents, who were now dead. Antricanto and Valentine rose Alexander up and after 10 years, at age nineteen, Alexander murdered the company of warriors under valentines leadership and valentine himself, Antricanto tried to locate Alexander but the trail went cold, now a new lead has come up, and Antricanto is now going to follow it thanks to this new mission, hoping to find out why he went insane and how he can put his mind at rest. 

LONG absurd version of backstory ahead:

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[b]0-7 years[/b]

"Let me begin right from the beginning then...! As soon as I was born, I was born into a world of pain. My reason for being birthed was not for prosperity or greed or even such a simple reason as just having a child, nah, that wasn't why I was born, I was born to be tortured by my parents. You see, my parents weren't like normal people, mad and insane they were, MY reason for being born was so that they had something to break in terms of the mind, children have weak minds and easily snap when given enough pressure, that much is obvious. Years of drowning their throats in rotten and morally questionable magic had deteriorated their minds, infesting their bodies with disgusting fluids of many kinds, they had no humanity left inside of them, and killing, misery and terror was all they knew.

I lived in a murky dark cellar, along the rotten decaying cadavers of dogs and human beings killed by my ma and pa... My daily food intake was never pleasant, in fact it made me sick to my core, and almost killed me, they fed me the cooked remains of people they killed right in front of me... the taste of someones flesh is something that'll never leave my taste buds... The flesh made me vomit, i got a fever, but they made sure to keep me alive just to relish in the misery...

As a child, I was afraid. I would get repeatedly beaten, yelled at and tortured, just enough to keep my alive, you see if I died, my screams would end, and that wouldn't be too much fun for my parents! So as I slowly grew up, the more I understood what was going on. The magic they used on themselves drove them insane, all they could think about was spreading their insanity to other people, infecting this madness into other people and make the world completely as they are... If I had stayed longer with my family, I probably would just be like them, you know! It's just a good thing that living in a cellar for 7 years filled with nothing but corpses and bodily fluids fueled me with an instinct to escape, if I stayed any longer, my weak body wouldn't have been able to withstand their monstrous desires... No matter how much magic they would use to keep me alive!

My escape from my place of birth was nothing short of just blind, damn luck... If these bastards had even the slightest brains left, I would have been caught, good thing they weren't that smart, otherwise I would never have been able to leave that dump... You see, once too many corpses piled up, they would take them away and put them in a large casket and dump them, the corpses were too "impure" for their practices, and so I hid under them, among the dead I acted like them, coated in their blood, their filth... I was piled under a pile of bodies, and in there I slept... hoping my rest would bring me to a more... secure location.

Lucky for me, I managed to be dumped in a very unrecognizable location... By the time my parents dumped me off, they had already left, mad and chuckling, as if this was just some sort of pleasant dander... Like I said before, this whole scenario was a lucky one, if things didn't play as absurdly perfect as they did, I would have died among those corpses. Now I was in a shallow river, cold, alone and frightened, It took me an hour to peel me away from the bodies on top of me, that's when I heard a voice, the voice of a man who would soon become close to me. 

The guy yelled loud, almost ripped my ears out from how loud he shouted, yelling for his companions to pick up the corpses to search for survivors, I didn't know what they said for the most part, wasn't that educated at the time though I knew they were talking about someone being killed, didn't find out until much later that my parents had been murdering a lot of people over the years and I was the only one they found that was alive... The man took me in his arms, and in peace I comfortably slept, and woke up inside his abode, right next to a comfortable fire, the man was a Monk like me, so you can guess where I began to learn my skills from! I don't know why he took me in, maybe the guy felt sorry for me, I was unintelligent, had no prior knowledge of anything and was a total delinquent!"

[b]7-20 years [/b]

"For the next thirteen years, the man who's name I would soon know as Sir. Valentine who was a well respected monk and an incredibly knowledgeable historian chronicling all or as many of the worlds events as he could taught me with the vast flood of knowledge that he possessed, granting me knowledge and at the same time, teaching me how to be moral, and how to defend myself, the artes of the monk helping to train my immune system, strength my spirit and my body and make me less pathetic.

 It was tough, the man was in charge of a well known company of fighters and self proclaimed law-men, putting justice upon the bastards of the world from the shadows, and throughout my training, I say among these men and women, nice and respectable individuals, they acted like many family, and for the first time in my life, I was actually happy! Though I was confused at first but by the time I was seventeen, I understood a lot of what I needed to know, but by this year, I was about twenty years of age, I couldn't just sit around and do nothing! 

I was an apprentice with my carer, and constantly continued to learn from him, taking on his knowledge and his abilities but that wasn't enough. By the time I was saved, my parents must have noticed I had escaped, and stopped their constant murdering in order to hide their identifies, for the past thirteen years they refrained from killing anyone, until by the year of my twentieth birthday, twenty townsfolk from the city I lived in had gone missing... Me and Valentine both knew something must have been up, and we decided to investigate this ourselves.

Heading out into the city, we went to question the city folk and those who lived outside the city, it was strange that twenty people would vanish instantaneously, so some sort of nefarious magic must have been at work and it was never a good sign... We followed enough leads to turn our direction further into the city, we managed to tail the psychopaths to a specific house in the center of the city and when we entered, the sight we took in was far from what we had expected... 

Inside the home was filled with blood, the murderers had only been in the house for perhaps fifteen minutes and already they had murdered the inhabitants... or most of the inhabitants it seemed. We heard screaming coming from the living room of the house and as we charged in, I saw not my parents... But a teenage boy, just slightly younger than my age, coated in the blood of a man and a woman crawling over a young, scared little child, the child's father and mother laid dead against the walls, having desperately tried to protect their child. Instinct kicked in, I couldn't allow the child to die on me. Charging ahead, I delivered a strong, powerful punch to the mans face, ripping his grip off the child and crushing his skull against the wall.

At first I thought the child bore no wounds, but as I looked down, I noticed the child had a small knife, gouged into his left eye... blinding him. Had I left things as they were, the child would have died of blood loss, so me and Sir. Valentine took the child and brought him to the nearest specialist in medicine and in a stroke of yet more luck... the child was going to make a steady recovery. During the time of recovery, the man who I killed was known as part of the Vindictus family. His mother and father died when he was young, inheriting the land of his parents... my parents. Valentine and I found the old house I use to reside, right down to the cellar... Turns out the man I killed was my brother... His mind broken and torn, and I could have became just like him. We burned the establishment down, sold the land and when the child was ready to be released, me and Sir. Valentine took him in to our home."

[b]20-30 years[/b]

"The kid was only 9 years old, an innocent young boy by the name of Alexander, stripped of his loving parents by psychopaths. Me and Valentine tried raising the child, difficult at first, I could entirely understand him, if I knew happiness before such an event, I would be as depressed as the boy. Eventually with time, the pain and agony began to leave him, we raised him together, showed him our love, made him feel welcome to us, it was nothing compared to his own parents no doubt, but that didn't stop us from trying. Training like me, learning like I did, with the both of us giving him our knowledge, it took not only strengthened Alexander, but myself as well and we made sure to raise the boy like our own child, and it showed... Of course, happy moments never last forever, and by the time the kid, no longer a child, became nineteen, horror flipped us off our feet...

Me and Valentine were heading to our groups main headquarters to accomplish a few tasks, hand in some work and get along with our companions, what we were greeted with was not the happy smiles and joyful laughter of our companies companions, but a deadly, horrifying silence... The company walls were soaked in blood and some eerie, disgusting pus like substance, all throughout the building was signs of battle, the walls and floor were scarred, corpses littered every hallway, our first priority was locating Alexander, making sure he was safe and sound, and indeed we found him. Thankfully, he locked himself away in one of the company chests, deciding to hide than fight, it was a smart move. 

Once we searched the rest of the building, the killer must have already escaped, at least that's what we thought, we couldn't think someone so close to us could have did something so horrible... It was too late to judge, and I only found out about the truth as I turned back to my companions... And all I saw was Sir. Valentine, on his knees, pale and ghoulish in his expression, and behind him was Alexander himself, smiling disgustingly with a thick fleshy piece of meat in his hand... carved right out of the back of Valentines back. Valentine was a master of hand to hand, the fact someone could get the drop on him wasn't normal, and I could tell, a faint, eerie glow surrounded Alexander, and all I was reminded of was my parents. 

Why was he acting in such a monstrous way? But before I could contemplate, he launched for me, and we engaged in a battle of survival. If it wasn't for my keen eye, I would have been killed, but luckily, thanks to the late valentines skills, I was able to wound Alexander before he made his escape using the magic at his disposal. Now everyone I knew was dead and the kid I could have called my own child had turned mad inexplicably... I had no choice but to leave, find out why it happened... and what I could do to make it right..."

[b]30-41 years[/b]

"The bastard hid his tracks well, every time I felt like I was close in coming up to find him, he slipped between my fingers like the wind... I tried my best to find him, but his methods were ghastly, he purposely left a trail, I knew which murders were his and he knew I did, he wanted to toy with me, to play with me, someone I thought i could love was playing me like an instrument... and I was unable to stop. The years of constant searching, desperation and tenacity weren't enough, and each day I continued to get closer and closer until finally, the trail went cold... And stayed cold for more than 5 years... Until recently I caught wind of some new Intel... I just hope that with this new mission... I'l get some leads on his location... Maybe I can put his soul to rest and find out why his mind decayed like it did..."

Antricanto smiled and gave a chuckle, scratching his neck with a look of embarrassment, looking down apologetically. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so depressing! Anyway, here's hoping I'm able to find him, yeah? Maybe then I can stop his murdering spree and feel at peace... That was my story friend, I'l catch you around!"

And so Antricanto left the building, returning to the world to his next job, hoping maybe this time, he could get close enough to put an end to the boys life... So he can rest peacefully. 

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(( Recommend the short version, all the details you need really ))