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[h3]"I will give my children the life I never had, by craft or by blood."[/h3]

[b]Name:[/b]
[h2]Jenramo Ventri[/h2]

[b]Gender:[/b]
Male

[b]Age:[/b]
32

[b]Appearance:[/b]
	As pictured above, he is strong and rugged, his hands rough from long hours of work and years of holding a blade, he stands a tall 6'3" and has a very muscular build.

[b]Bio:[/b]
	Jenramo Ventri, a name known well across his home town, the Ventri family being skilled craftsmen and artisans, Jenramo inherited these traits, and at a young age began his apprenticeship. However as with many, his life was shaken by the loss of his family, his parents slaughtered by a craven monster, a foul beast that still haunts his dreams to this day. With no home and no family, life became hard, he was unable to find food and was left to beg for some time until he was found by an old acquaintance of his fathers, a smith from a nearby village, he had been sent for by the lord of the city to fill the hole the death of his family had left and when Jenramo was recognized the older man took him in.

	Jenramo still showed great talent for smithing, and his older teacher struggled to teach the boy fast enough, by the time Jenramo was fourteen he was crafting blades and armor for the guards and was being asked for personally by some patrons, though he never once took the kindness of his master for granted, when his master fell ill and could no longer work, Jenramo took the mantle and worked as much as he could to take care of the two of them, however the illness proved too much for the masters elderly frame, and soon he was alone again, and so he chose to enlist into the guard. Jenramo was accepted and was given a sword to use rather than fix for the first time, however he was no slouch, he was a physical powerhouse, he was soon given a great blade that he soon came to adore, he cared for it and repaired it many times.

	The call to arms was crisp and piercing, Jenramo, now twenty four, was sent to the front lines, the beast had returned, the same that haunted him, the same that had slain his family and left him alone for so long. the beast was a nightmarish beast a twisted and ogreish visage that dripped with a haze of death. Men threw themselves at the beast and carved away swaths of flesh, but it fought back and with every strike and every man slain, the beast only seemed to regain its strength, its body stitching back together. Jenramo took to the beast, vengeance being the only thing holding his fear at bay, and dealt blow after blow, his greatsword digging deeper and deeper, until finally the beast fell, unable to drain the life from anything else. As Jenramo looked upon the beast the shining black glint deep within a gash caught his eye, the Soulstone, Jenramo plucked the stone from the beast and gripped it tight, he felt that the stone was the memory of all the beast had stolen, and he would see those memories live on. The heat of the forge was paled by the intensity of the smith, it was not a task that many would undertake, the merging of a Soulstone to an item was difficult at best, deadly at worst, however to see his goals to the end he would have to toe that line. After weeks of labor, Jenramo emerged, the blade he carried looked mostly the same, however it now seemed to have a black sheen as though it were devouring the light itself, Jenramo took the blade to the lord of his city and asked to be relieved of his duty, a look in his eyes determined to leave, he was not denied.

	Jenramo met with irregulars four years ago, his desire to hunt the foul beasts that roam this land aligned with their goals then, his only desire was to honor the memory of the the dead he believed guided him and his blade, he told this to Jing on their first meeting, and since, he has remained as a vanguard and smith for the Irregulars, at least for as long as they hunt the darkest beasts that prowl, he will always stand ready.

[b]Fighting Style:[/b]
Kunst des Fechtens

[b]Equipment:[/b]
- Standard knights armor
- Artisans tools and forging equipment
- His greatsword, Beloved Memory

[b]Skills/Abilities:[/b]
- Jenramo is a skilled smith, capable of infusing Soulstones into items.
- Skilled swordsman, years of training have built him into a fierce combatant.

[b]Other Information: [/b]
Beloved Memory steals the life force of the opponent and heals the wielder, allowing Jenramo to stay in the fight.
[hider=My Hider]
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
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