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[hr][hr][color=#990000][b][h3][u]Joseph P. Kane[/u][/h3]
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[color=#990000][u][b]APPEARANCE[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Joseph Peter Kane is an old but imposingly large human. Standing at 6'5" and weighing over 200 lbs, the status of his body is owed to both his stubbornness to not retire his blade and rigorous exercise. His white hair speaks enough of his age, and each scar over his flesh tells a story, the most noticeable being the scar over what was once his left eye, where he now only keeps an eyepatch over. Joseph often sports his uniform armor, branded with fur to keep warm in the harsher elements, even in situations where such equipment isn't necessary. 
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[color=#990000][u][b]BIOGRAPHY[/b][/u][/color]
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Joseph was born in the outskirts of a free city-state, named Magnoshia. This small village wasn't much different then any other of the multicultural city states that nestled in the plains, only that it was a bit more remote, especially for it's small population. At the age of 10 he began hunting with his father, at the age of 12 he practiced swordplay with his older brother, and at the age of 15 he was enlisted in the village's garrison of guards. At 32 he was married to a Wrelsman woman, Eve Westari, and had a halfbreed son named Julian. Like his father, his father before him, and so on,  Joseph carried his humble career with pride and honor. While one would one imagine that the life of a guard in a small remote village would be a relatively peaceful career, Joseph's scars tell another story. Every now and then there were of course, petty thieves and social discourses to keep him busy. One time he even had to kill an angry mother bear that got too close to home(And he still has that deep claw-marked scar on his chest). However, the most problems the village had were the orcs. Due to Magnoshia's remote borders they were often attacked by small bands of orcs, and due to their distance it was difficult to receive aid from other city states.

 The local garrison had to deal with with such threats with lackluster equipment and defenses. The orcs were relentless, for every orc they felled, at least three soldiers went with it. Extensive labor to put out the occasional fire from raids and rebuilding damages became more and more taxing on the small city. The population kept declining as the raids wore down both the ranks of soldiers and the unlucky families that were smashed by the savages. Joseph watched his hometown slowly crumble and wither away. After decades of small raids, a larger orc tribe had their turn in burning the streets of Magnoshia. The already dwindling city had no chance to prepare for the storm of orcs bursting through the gates and trampling over defensive lines as their mad lust for destruction turned Magnolia to ash. In the final battle, many of the town's soldiers fought with bravery, all but Joseph.

Joseph was afraid. Afraid of losing battle, afraid of the orcs, afraid of [i]death[/i]. He had fought bravely in past battles. Survived many encounters. He even risked his life once to save a family out of a burning building. But a life of that hell had finally broke him. He had never felt such hopeless fear before. All the fears he felt before had accumulated to that hellish parade of death.  He didn't want to die, he didn't want to join the fate of his town as it crumbled to dust. He watched his brother charged into battle with a valiant war cry.

 He didn't even stay to see what became of his sibling's fate. Joseph, just ran. He escaped in the chaos, and he didn't look back. Not for his comrades, not for any innocent lives, his brother, not his family, wife, son. No one. His will to survive in that moment betrayed his cares for the very town he grew up in.  

He couldn't remember how far he had ran, how long did he sprint across the open night fields. He eventually ended up on a dirt road common for caravans, and passed out there. Found by merchants he awoke in a new city. The local authorities were filled with dread at the news of Magnoshia's destruction, and offered their sympathies. One even offered for him to start a new life there, with a position in their local garrison. Joseph refused. His sense of guilt had refused him of such a luxury. 

He had abandoned his pride, his family, and his honor that night. A sin he can never forgive himself for. He didn't trust himself, nor give himself the pleasure, of such a life. Instead, on that day he vowed to himself never to display such cowardice again, and that before he died, he'd kill as many orcs as many of those damned orcs his will would let him. It was that, vengeful, hatred that motivated him to continue beyond instinctual self preservation. That rage that desired him to restore his fallen honor and self pride. He began traveled with merchants from city to city in exchange to protect them on their journeys. Sure enough, a small band of orcs attacked the last caravan he traveled on.

 This was his chance to redeem his vengeance, yet the unnatural strength and ferocity of the orcs proved too much for him. He managed to slay only a single orc before the rest of the band subdued his efforts. As a cruel joke, fate would not let him die there. The orcs left him to bleed out with a broken, old body alongside a burning, ransacked caravan. The bodies of other fallen mercenaries and merchants were the last thing he remembered that night.

 Another band of merchants eventually found the old man when inspecting the wreckage, and treated his wounds. For most, suffering such a crushing defeat would be where they would quit. However, Joseph refused to flee from his path of vengeance, to give into his weakness and continue to sully his pride. The bitterness he felt that he wasn't finished off there only increased his burning hatred for orcs.  [/indent]
[color=#990000][u][b]SKILLS[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]-- Swordsmanship[/b]
[indent]Having a lifetime of experience as a guard wielding the same blade, Joseph is well honed to wield his two-handed sword into battle.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][b]-- Muscle[/b]
[indent]He is exceptionally strong for his age with a body that has clashed with the likes of orcish foes. While he couldn't beat an orc at arm wrestling, he certainly has an advantage of strength over other humans of his trade.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][b]-- Devoted(Stubborn) Will[/b]
[indent]Though he has had his moments of weakness, his worn experiences of battle and his rage for both orcs and his sin has forced him to grow a rather, absurdly strong sense of will. Having witnessed hell on earth, he actively refuses to let fear or doubts take hold of him again. Tolerant to both pain and fear, this trait however is somewhat responsible for making reckless decisions and judgement, along with a foolish sense of pride and honor. [/indent][/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]WEAPONS[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]-- Orc-Slayer[/b]
(As seen in above ref)
A 'cute' little name for a standard steel-issue two-handed sword, the Orc-Slayer is a sword almost as old as the once proud guard himself, and has shared the same hellish history(As well as numerous blacksmith maintenance trips). Carved into one side of the blade near the sword's hilt marks a roman numeral tally of how many orcs he has slayed with it. The current tally is three.[/indent]

[hr][hr][color=#990000][center][b][h3][u]Alistar the Wyrmcaller[/u][/h3]
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[color=#990000][u][b]TOTEM[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]A necklace made up of various small animal bones from likely small rats and lizards, as well as what appears to be the talon of a crow, and a few aged feathers. Joseph also added a few orc teeth to it's collection.[/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]PERSONALITY[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Mad, Ruthless, Vengeful. There is a clear conflict of ideology between Alistar and Joseph, Joseph being an honorable warrior and Alistar having been a cruel and insane bringer of destruction. Yet underneath this conflict they are kindred spirits. Though Joseph denies it, both are prone to maddening vengeance and are driven by power, and both are stubborn with their prideful egos.
Alistar's magic had turned him into a monster, both literally and overtime, metaphorically. He had forgotten his humanity as he seeked power, and that lead into a fearsome reputation of destruction. He believed he was unbeatable, and had pictured himself as a god among the mortal realm. A foolish sin that lead to his inevitable downfall. Each time he shed his form into a monster, his sanity left with him. [/indent]

[color=#990000][u][b]SKILLS[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]-- Drakeform[/b]
[indent] When Alistar was alive, his powers allowed him to transform himself into a mighty winged reptile of intense fire and impenetrable scales. He was feared by many as a flying, Burning representation of death. He remembers little of the origins of his magic prowess, Not even(perhaps due to his madness) he fully recalls the nature of his powers, whether it is based on a real creature in this world or another, a demon from the fires of hell, or merely came to be out of his magic alone. As skill over magic grew, his transformation evolved, as if it were it's own living creature, growing and going under rapid changes. Joseph's inheritance of this power is currently limited, as Alistar refers to it as a 'human imitation' of his perfection. He can only achieve this form for 2 minutes, and limited to once a day due to it's exhaustive toll. During so however he has the ability to breathe flames and possess marginally inhuman strength and speed, with a tough hide of scales as hard as stone, and can leap great distances(but not fly) with the aid of malformed wings. Like Alistar, the transformation preys at one's sanity, and for Joseph it difficult to utilize this power without being rendered into a feral, bloodlusted animal.
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instead of a great and mighty beast, Joseph is limited to achieving a sort of humanoid abomination with twisted horns, malformed wings, stone-like scales, an absurdly long spiny tail, and a firey maw. However, just as Alistar's form slowly evolved with him, there may be a time when Joseph too can attain a much more impressive form, and a less limited restraint on how long it can be used.
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[indent][b]-- Wyrmblood[/b]
[indent]Due to the corruptible influence of Alistar's transformation magic, He had attained a passive, possibly indefinite heat resistance as not even molten rock appears to burn his flesh. This affinity to flames also allowed him to generate fire off of his body. Alistar also seemed to have benefited a more extensive longevity and a somewhat resilient  and inhumanly strong mortal body due to this accursed magic.[/indent][/indent]


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