Skallagrim told me to come here to preview my character idea, see if it was suitable for an arena fight. Think this is something that would be good in an arena fight, and what power level do you guys think. I'd assume normal, right?

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[b]Name:[/b] Trimeac Mikusch

[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Half Dwarf, Half Human -- his father was a human and mother was a dwarf

[b]Class:[/b] Rogue

[b]Physical Description:[/b] Gashes and scars jag across Trimeac’s arms, running deep as rivers. He is a burly black male with shrewd eyes and a bulbous nose. He is short for a human, but tall for a dwarf, standing at five foot exactly and weighing in at 190 lbs. He has a very big and dense build, although not exactly a muscular one. Just above his very thick and bushy black eyebrows, in the middle of his forehead, is a bright, burning red tattoo -- the Mikusch family crest, a symbol that brought respect. He wore a dark blue cloak, which at the bottom was tearing up, and at the top was lined with fur. He had a pair of matching, thick blue gloves and boots with gold accents. A furry green bandana is wrapped around his mouth.

[b]Skillset:[/b]
[i]Lightfooted[/i] - Trimeac can easily sneak by unnoticed and clandestine due to his many years of learning the art of stealth.
[i]Craftsmenship[/i] - His excellent smithing and craftmanship can both be attributed to his dwarven blood, but also to his many years spent face to face with the undying heat of the smoldering forge.
[i]Knife Throwing[/i] - Trimeac can aim and throw daggers with border-line disturbing accuracy, being able to hit a moving target from as far as fifty yards out. It is a skill he slaved away at to master.
[i]Swordsmanship[/i]  - He has mastered the art of the sword and the dagger -- something which is practically required in his line of work. Although he prefers the quick jabs and dodges of the dagger, he is adept with the sword as well.

[b]Natural Abilities:[/b] 
[i]Agility[/i] - Born with strong legs, Trimeac is capable of propelling himself out of the way of most attacks. Although he is no parkourist, he certainly can dodge.
[i]Thick Skin[/i] - Because of his tough dwarven skin, Trimeac is resistant to extreme temperatures and is hurt much less by blunt object hits.

History:

[b]Equipment:[/b]
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[*]Molotov cocktails -- made of discarded wine bottles, a lonely rag, and oil used to light lamps, these homemade cocktails are deadly, leaving a plateau of fire wherever they land.
[*]2X Steel Dagger -  a simple dagger, used when he sneaks up on his foes. It is shiny steel, and measures in at 7 and a half inches, being 2 inches wide. The knife is curved, harken to a karambit.
[*]5x [url=http://productimages.knife-depot.com/b0/395196.jpg]Throwing Knives[/url] - They are 3 inches each, made of simple iron.
[*] A lighter
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And as for this one, I'd assume Powerful?

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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Raymond White, but when he puts on his mask he becomes his alter ego; Akumetsu.
[u][b] Age: [/b][/u] 19, almost 20
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male
[u][b] Appearance: [/b][/u] [center][hider=Raymond White] [img]https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7318/9488098961_3fb20b2dd1.jpg[/img]
(5"10, 140 lbs)[/hider][/center]
[u][b]Masked appearance:[/b][/u] [center][hider=Akumetsu] [img]http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110308053808/bleachfanfiction/images/f/f1/Akumetsu.jpg[/img][/hider][/center]

[u][b]Masked powers:[/b][/u] 
[b]☠ Firemorphing ☠[/b] - Firemorphing is not the ability to shoot fire and such as is popular in most fire based powers but is actually the ability to be able to morph ones limbs or body parts into fire. For example, Akumetsu could engulf his fist in searing flames (these would not harm him) and punch someone to cause extreme damage. Another extreme example would be morphing his entire body into flames or something of the like. It, also, would not be uncommon to see him morph his arm into a fiery sword or halberd. The fire burns at approx 1000 degrees farenheit.

[b]☑ All Around Improvements ☑[/b] - The mask also affords Raymond some all around enhancements to his basic abilities. He is able to run a three thirty mile, he can dodge and has adept agility, and his strength enough so that he could lift things up to 225 lbs.

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Raymond is shy and timid without the mask. He likes to make jokes and so forth but only once he's come out of his shell, which he rarely does. His mother once said, "if you know your way to Raymond's heart, you know the secrets of the universe."

[u][b]Masked personality:[/b][/u] When masked, Akumetsu is fiery and cocky, always talking back and looking for any possible fight he could pick. He likes to make snide remarks and retorts and always defies authority, if only to be an arse. Akumetsu is not to be played with for fear that you might set him off into a frenzy. Akumetsu is not totally without reason however. He can work with others towards a greater goal, but he will always be a fuse waiting to be lit by a stray spark.

[b][u]Background:[/u][/b] 

Raymond was not born to a broken home. Raymond was not born to a hood family in the projects. Raymond was born to a perfectly normal suburban white home. His childhood was smooth sailing, nothing wrong with it. Sure, Raymond had always been a timid kid ever since a young age, but his parents expected that this would fade. Besides, even if it didn't it wasn't that big of deal. His family was very close knit, always going out for family outings and trips around the continent for "family bonding time" as his mother put it. Raymond's childhood was a pleasant one, and there was nothing wrong with that. 

However, oddities began to occur when he was just thirteen. His mother had taken him to a industrial area to return a few cans of paint thinners she had bought. She left Raymond in a pawnshop next door, instructing him not to touch anything for fear he might break it. He was allowed to look around and if he was on good behavior maybe his mother would buy him something as a special treat. After looking at several old flowery dresses and ceramic vases with much disinterest, something caught his eye. It was a mask, one that would shape his life. It was glistening red and smudged black, and it was quite possibly the most extraordinary thing he had seen in all his life. He felt an almost immediate pull to it, almost like something was gravitating him to it. Like someone was pulling on the strings that controlled his muscles and was simply dragging him to the mask. He looked at the price tag, thinking to himself that he had to buy the mask, to find it a walloping 1500 dollars. Something possessed him and he did something he would have never done in his life and he swiped the mask and hid it in the breast of his jacket.

Over the years, the mask got lost and found and lost again, and finally stored in a secluded and musty corner of his garage. By this time, Raymond was 18, just about to leave for Westpont College of the Arts to get his degree in Art History. As he was packing his things and going through boxes he discovered his old mask again. And the rest is history. [/hider]