Now entering: That one kinda off-putting guy in leather armor

[hider=Ferox the Black Blade]
Name: Ferox Blackheart
*Alias: The Black Blade
Continent of Birth: Carthian 
Race: Half Elf
*Sexuality: Homosexual 
*Appearance: 

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Has a massive tattoo on his back that depicts an angel with a sword in one hand an a set of scales in the other surrounded by runic lines.

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Age: 23
Starter Equipment: 
- set of black iron daggers
- 2x steel sword, leather grip. 
- poultices and poisons
- emblem of Veruun

Personality: Patient - Thoughtful - Strong-willed 
Ferox is an enigma, he exudes a cold aura of someone who has seen many deaths, yet is hesitant to go into battle himself, without a plan or good reason. He believes that just because someone has power, it doesn't mean that they can demand others to do as they please. He is speaker of cold hard truths and does not boast of his obvious skill. Instead he lets his actions speak for themselves, regardless of the consequences it may bring.

Character Traits: Intuitive - Chaotic(bends the rules) - Resilient - Daring - Good

Strengths:
-Excellent Judge of Character
-Knows how to take out someone of any size
- Slow to anger
- Excellent memory

Weaknesses:
-"Too Much Gene" takes things a bit extreme sometimes.
- Gets a bit uneasy at the sight of copious amounts of blood.
- When angry, it's [I]really[/I] hard to get him to calm down
- Distrustful of others

Fears:
- What happens after death
- His father and Grandfather
- His father's men

Class: Bladedancer

Brief History: "I'd love to tell you. But that s a lie and if you found out, you would have to, uh... [i]Disappear[/i]. And well... We really don't want to have that happen, eh?"

*Theme Song:
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbUM0HpxdBI[/youtube]


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Rex tremendæ majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis.
King of Majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us!

Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando Judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!
Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth. 

Damnata, invisus, ubique
Ab omnibus, ad infinitum:
Damned, hated, everywhere,
by everyone, forever
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