Just posting a [u][b]SUPER[/b] WIP[/u] here for the sake of having it be around.

The vast majority of my sheet is in the bio, but what I have written I don't feel like sharing just yet, probably won't be done that until mondayish?  Who knows, might be earlier.  Anyway, everything here is subject to change.  I need to flesh it all out a bit.

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[b]Name:[/b]
Valko

[b]Sex:[/b]
Male

[b]Place of Origin:[/b]
The Western Brimlands 

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Standing at five feet and ten inches Valko isn't a short man, but neither is he a giant.  His short cropped and unkempt black hair tops a haggard looking face, his stark green eyes speaking of a hard life as much as the scar that mars his right cheek.  Valko's chin is hidden beneath what could best be described as overgrown stubble rather than a beard, doubtless the result of shaving without a proper razor.  Broad shoulders frame his head and lead to equally muscled arms replete with small scars more like those inflicted by wild dogs than men's swords.  Though is is covered by a patchwork for multi coloured furs what can be inferred of his torso is that it is no less remarkable than his arms.  While not a brute Valko strikes the image of a hardened man accustom to strife but not starvation.

[b]Psyche:[/b]
Once considered a genial man these days Valko is intense and focused to a fault.  He spends his days working, and his nights sleeping, what leisure he partakes in is rare and often only undertaken begrudgingly.  In his tasks and duties he is frenetic, lacking even a modicum of patience.  Despite, or perhaps because of this action focused lifestyle when engaged Valko could easily be described as a tower of pride, a man so obsessed with his image of himself and his destiny that he has lost all grip on the practical realities of life and living.  In this pride he sees his morality as absolute.  In truth, he rarely sees cause to question his actions and emotions at all, living loudly and without restraint in a manner unconcerned with the opinion of others.

[b]Skills:[/b]
Valko hails from one of the most brutal lands in the Cradle, and his skills reflect this.  He is surprisingly agile, able to match the movements of much smaller and more cunning adversaries be relying on a lifetime of muscle memory alone.  His skill with weaponry is purely practical but nonetheless brutally effective.  While lacking the endurance of true soldiers Valko is fast, skilled, and accustom to ending a battle as quickly as he is able; in the Brimlands one was always outmatched, so acting fast was how a man survived. 

[b]Equipment:[/b]
Valko travels with nothing more than the clothes on his back, a small skin of water, and his falx.

[b]Bio:[/b]

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