[u]Wheel[/u]

At 24, Wheel is pushing old for a Berserker, but still in the prime of his life. Although his stature his hardly intimidating (5'8) his muscular frame honed from a lifetime in the fighting cages and at sea. Wheel keeps his hair cropped close to his head, keeping anything from being a hold during a fight. Aboard ship, Wheel wears a pair of trousers and a belt to hold his hatchets and pistols. A hand rolled cigarette hangs on his lip. 

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Wheel has been a pirate for four years, and a cage fighter six years before that. Violence is the only thing worthwhile in Wheel's life. The only thing he's devoted himself to. Not women, (though he has them) not booze (but he drinks it) not gambling (he already risks it all.) The act of taking another mans life is the greatest source of joy in his life. And with a Berserker curse hanging over his head, he's been transformed into a warrior worthy of legends. The Berserk curse is old magic from when the world was young and the people full of magic. The curse speeds up reflex speed, bolsters strength, and fortifies the body. But in order to function, the curse siphons magic from the Berserker, and eventually, their very lifesource. At some point he's going to go into the bloodlust and never come out, he'll go mad with violence and strike any who come near him.