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[b]34 | Male |  220 Lbs  | 6'1"
[Color=yellow]Yang[/color][sub][color=yellow]Jiwald[/color][/sub] | Native | Human[/b]

[u][b]  Description  [/b][/u]
Not quite a mercenary with a mouth, but a mercenary at the very least. A strong back to cover you in the most desperate situation, Duran is a good ally to have.

[u][b]  Personality [/b][/u]
Curt and to the point during anything business related. Being roundabout or circuitous gets people killed and Duran is not a fan of dying. Off work however, he is a decently jovial man, likely to be found playing dice in the nearest bar. After all, when you risk your life on a regular basis fighting in other people wars or saving farmers from wild beasts, it's best to be able to blow off a little steam.

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[u][b]  Bio  [/b][/u]
Durin came into the world in a remarkably average way. His parents were a middle class couple that were the proud owners of the only smithy in a relatively small town. He didn't feel some massive call for adventure, and actually much enjoyed his life growing up. During the day he would hold a hammer and help his father at work. At night, his mother would teach him his letters and basic mathematics. It was a simple but pleasant life. While he enjoyed passing the time reading a book or just resting, his lifestyle forged a body and mind of steel. 

In his youth, much like any other young man, he was very competitive. He often found himself in the center of a bare knuckle boxing ring, proving his worth in the town. He had his fair shares of wins and losses, but no one doubted his spunk. In fact, that was his second favorite downtime activity after reading. He could be found there almost any day that his father didn't require him at the forge. His days passed as so. Thinking he would one day just inherit the store and live as his parents did, he grew up.

Though the distinction felt sudden to him, his mind changed. Before he even hit twenty years of age, he felt an intense wanderlust. Just standing in place, not moving forward in the world. It wasn't enough.

He joined the military, serving as a soldier for 5 years. In that time, he forged his already well honed body into a weapon. He went at it with a vigor that surprised both his peers and his superiors alike. Like before however, he spent his time not training enjoying himself. It was hard to read out on the road during a march, but whenever he was in garrison he would find a local bookstore and browse whatever wares they had. 

When those fires years passed, his life moved forward once again. Being a soldier was interesting, but those times where he was stuck in garrison for months or even years at a time wasn't enough for him. And so he left. He found a group of adventurers looking for a strong arm to help out and took it upon himself to fill that void. In the years that followed, he learned a great many skills, both related to combat or otherwise. 

Over a decade has passed since then. In that time, Duran has moved wherever his soul felt freest. At times living in the wilderness for weeks at a time, living off the land. At others, setting up a stall in whatever city was nearest to sell the spoils of his adventures. At this point in time, he could be found carousing in whatever tavern or inn had the best tasting liquor, doing odd jobs to pay his day to day fees until an interesting job popped for an enterprising, not so young, adventurer/mercenary.
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[u][b]Magics[/b][/u]
18

[u][b]Abstract Magics[/b][/u]

None


[u][b]  Extra [/b][/u]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6gHrlMS938]Life Theme[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Xidu5lQrms]Battle Theme[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaF4RHzQ5HI]Downtime Song[/url]

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