[hider=Moro Kahale][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/84/b3/56/84b3566ffb102cba0944d4a9e22b4c95--man-portrait-men-photography.jpg[/img]
[color=f7941d]"Aye, there's a bit mo' than fire behind these punches, brother![/color]"


|[color=orange] NAME: [/color]|
Moro "Moe" Kahale


|[color=orange]AGE: [/color]|
Age Appearance: 27
Actual Age: 32


| [color=orange]MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: [/color]|
[b][color=f7941d]~[/color][/b]School of Magic[b][color=f7941d]~[/color][/b]
>[b]Augmentation[/b]<
Nearly every physical aspect of the body can be augmented through the proper means, including but not limited to muscle fibres, brain chemistry, the five senses, and natural healing capabilities. Although more costly and dangerous than most forms of magic, augmentation can grant a human abilities that would put them on par with some of the most deadly animals of the wild.

[b][color=f7941d]~[/color][/b]Augmentor[b][color=f7941d]~[/color][/b]
>[b]Feather Earring[/b]<
Loosely dangling from his left ear is a small white and brown feather, attached by a worn chain. Moro created this with his parents when he was a boy and ultimate re-purposed it to channel his magical energy.

[b][color=f7941d]~[/color][/b]Skills[b][color=f7941d]~[/color][/b]

Moro uses his magic through a series of [i]buffs[/i] that amplify the abilities of him, or anyone he can put his hands on.

>[b]Overclock[/b]<
Moro's primary method of augmentation wherein he amplifies his physical strength by a significant degree. A visible change in muscle mass presents itself while he continues to channel his newfound strength. There are risks that follow if Moro tries to overclock his body for too long, or by too wide a margin, including muscle tears, crippling fatigue, paralysis, and death. This ability is only limited by the consequences after the fact. The threshold for free use without negative effects increases with repeated use, but will reset if Moro does not religiously train both his magic and body. Using this ability on other people is even more dangerous if Moro doesn't already have a feel for their limitations.

>[b]Skin Graft[/b]<
Moro can heal wounds by expending large amounts of stamina. In the same fashion, he can increase the density of his skin to the point where it can deflect knives for short periods of time. Liberal use of skin graft can force Moro into a state of unconsciousness very quickly.

>[b]Sensory Overload[/b]<
 Moro is capable of increasing the limits of his senses vastly while concentrating. This allows him to mimic the abilities of animals, to put it simply. He cannot amplify his senses while using any of his other abilities, making his sensory capabilities better suited for light-combat or reconnaissance.

>[b]Ki Expulsion[/b]<
This is possibly his most taxing ability if not moderated. Moro is capable of expelling raw Mana from his body to inflict damage that surpasses physical limitations. These short-range bursts of magical energy are invisible to the naked eye and possess a great deal of power that surpass Moro's limitations as a martial artist. 

|[color=orange] PERSONALITY:[/color] |
A lot might classify Moro as [i]obnoxious,[/i] which isn't too far from the truth. As an outspoken meat-head who's biggest values in life are his muscles, Moro makes a name for himself by punching his way out of trouble. He isn't all that bright or considerate even if he tries his best to come across as a likeable fellow. Rather than listen to the commentary of his peers, he'd rather interject with his own take on things, while politely acknowledging the efforts of others as [i]a nice sentiment.[/i] Despite the fact that a lot of people don't acknowledge him as anything more than a walking [i]punch[/i] factory, Moro keeps a positive disposition in the face of people purposely mispronouncing his name as [i]Moron.[/i]

| [color=orange]SAMPLE POST:[/color] |
[hider=Oh ye?]The river bank's wall was cracking under the repeated pressure of his fists. One two, one two, one two [b]three[/b]. Another line shot downwards like a lightning bolt. It reached the ground and split into two, chipping a triangular shard of rock out and on to the floor. Moro panted heavily and wiped his brow free of sweat. [color=f7941d][b]"Woo!"[/b][/color] he hooted, glancing at the path that lead down to the riverside. His voice was ripe with pride, and echoed upwards into the highest reaches of Helia Tower. [color=f7941d]"Stone's breakin' and who's to blame? Moro's the name, fists are his..."[/color] Moro paused and leaned over, panting heavily with both hands clasping his kneecaps. He gasped the last word, [i]'game',[/i] while pushing himself back up with a loud series of pats against his thighs. [color=orange]"Aye, aye,"[/color] the words, barely distinguishable from the roaring water that encompassed his training area, marked a time of rest. Moro thrust his head into the nearby waterfall and washed out his thick, muddy hair. Today was going to be a good day. That's what he told himself every day, but today was different. [i]Today[/i] he had been expecting somebody to come down to his secluded little spot and train with him. He pulled his head free of the downwards current and shook himself dry like an excited dog.

	He'd been there for two hours already. She was supposed to have met him at dawn. Moro wiped his face and focused intently on the path leading up the cliff's edge, towards Helia. His smile twitched and he jerked his head away. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, placing his thumbs and index fingers on the sides of his shorts. [color=f7941d]"Aye.."[/color] Moro looked down at the small chip of stone that he'd dislodged from the wall, and then down the long corridor of mud, rock and hanging vines. One... Two... Forty sections of cracked rock wall. At this rate, the entire grotto would collapse on top of him. [color=f7941d]"Aye..."[/color] He spun towards the wall again and hardened the skin around his knuckles. One two, one two. His eyes peered to the right for the briefest moment. One two, one two. Again. One two. Nobody was coming.[/hider][/center][/hider]