[center][b]Ͼ C O U N T E N A N C E Ͽ[/b]
Fell is starting to age, and it's noticable. His face is scruffy, his brown eyes dull and a few stipples of a beard are there as well... For good measure. He's also got a rather large nose and pair of lips, giving an even further intimidating look. His black hair color is starting to lighten, being closer to a dark grey more than anything. It's still combed like any other person's, bzrely touching the back of his neck and the front going to the left, as to not have it fall down and block his vision. When walking around in a casual enviroment, Fell usually wears common clothing you can find lying around. Into battle however, he's a little more... Heavily dressed. Fell is quite the large statured man and no slouch in height, so it's to nobody's surprise that he actually manages to wear full plate armor into battle, accompanied by an axe and a shield. 

[b]Ͼ T I T L E Ͽ[/b]
Fell Bleader

[b]Ͼ Y E A R S Ͽ[/b]
40

[b]Ͼ C H R O M O S O M E S Ͽ[/b]
You really couldn't just write down gender and be done with it...? XY.

[b]Ͼ E S T U A R Y Ͽ[/b]
[color=ed1c24]Mercenary[/color]

[b]Ͼ V E I N Ͽ[/b]
Noone: A female, large, aged and blueish grey wolf. It seems this little companion is as old as Fell himself. She's very calm and docile around others, generally enjoying petting even. 

[b]Ͼ P E R S O N A L I T Y Ͽ[/b]
Fell is a boisterous and cheery old man, being a pleasure to hang around. He might seem intimidating at first, but all that muscle is just out of necessity for his job. He can't stand one thing though: The fact all these inexperienced young people have been chosen as leaders. Granted, Fell isn't a leader type himself, but it bugs him that people who have no experience on the front lines due to their young age are going to be leading their forces...

[b]Ͼ B I O Ͽ[/b]
Fell came in a greenhorn when he accepted his fate as a mercenary back in the olden days. His commander was harsh and worked all recruits to the bone, but considering what they were up against it wasn't a surprise. Many battles have transpired since then... Each one Fell learned more of, for each wound he'd become more cautious, and eventually, he became a well-known fighter within his own group. Until not too long ago he was stationed somewhere else, now under the command of Ms. Markovic. She seemed to be the oldest and most experienced of all leaders, so Fell had no objections to her, but it still worried him that she'll be leading the army into battle...[/center]