[center][h1][color=fff79a]Dorenas Nil[/color][/h1]
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[color=fff79a][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
Dorenas is of average height for a man with broad shoulders and an incredibly wide back, one arm almost noticeably larger than the other, his hair black mixed in with some darker and lighter shades of brown flows down beyond his shoulders when he lets it loose, but often he keeps it in a sort of messy bun to keep the strands out of his stark blue eyes, and surrounding his face is a thick and somewhat short beard that he keeps well groomed and shaped. 

And although there are no visible scars on him, he does have a rather nasty claw-mark scar on his abdomen where a bear had nearly killed him in his early years, leaving the muscles there deformed and misshaped, and something that he's deeply insecure about. He also has several burn marks on his back along several other scars that came long with his relatively dangerous life. Despite it all though, he always has something of a small smile on his face, his eyes always glinting with mirth despite all that he's been through.

[color=fff79a][b]Flare:[/b][/color]
Dorenas can control the number of matter around him. That is to say, he can multiply an object multiple times, making multiple copies, the number of which depend greatly on the size of the original object. Often, he does this to keep his quiver filled with arrows. Then, there's also the fact that he can make an object larger than it originally was, or smaller however this doesn't come as easily to him as multiplying simple things. 

The number of items he creates from a single object is what determines how much Adamant he uses, and he found he can make far more items of a simple and small nature without burning too much Adamant, just enough so that he could use his Secondary Flare to have a boost over the average man. Whereas using his Primary Flare on larger objects, the larger it is the more Adamant he has to burn, leaving him little for the Secondary Flare if any. Making items larger and smaller, he found interestingly enough, burns through his Adamant almost completely on small objects and for this reason it's a feature of his power he rarely ever calls up. 

[color=fff79a][b]History:[/b][/color]
His past isn't something that Dorenas likes to talk much about, always skirting away from it or giving vague answers when someone asks him about it. Born to a rich and wealthy family, Dorenas was brought up pampered; everything he wanted was given to him and since his family resided in Barclaybend, everything he ever wanted was within reach. Moreso because his family was one of the largest merchanting families within the island, owning copious amounts of land, caravans, and ships that travelled throughout the islands, but most of their money came not only from trade, but from sponsoring smaller merchant families, thus giving them a large amount of stake on most of the goods being traded if not outright owning some of them.

From a young age, despite being pampered, he was made to realize that he would eventually inherit the wealth and responsibility that his father held and so his studies in commerce, politics, philosophy, and history were extraordinarily extensive. By the age of fourteen, he was schooled and knew much of his father's business to the point where he was running a portion of his father's well oiled machine himself, although there was much aid in the form of his uncle who was at the time training him. Several years passed, and at the age of sixteen he was sent to Hatkadedyet to a particular merchant family that hadn't paid his family in several years. However, before he got to the city the caravan he was travelling with were attacked by members of a guild waiting for them on the road. The caravan guards, although skilled with Adamant, were no match for the assailants and were quickly slaughtered. Fearing for his life, Dorenas ran into the nearby copses and ended up running into a small pack of bear cubs, and before he realized it the mother bear was on top of him, her claws tearing into his abdomen and biting down on his chest.

It was all he remembered of that, his memories jumping to waking up in a small cabin, his body filled with aches and pain, his left arm bound in red, postulating gauze and his hand deformed into a meaty mess. The cabin belonged to a hunter by the name of Eleren, a woman who decided she'd had enough of society and lived out in the woods away from it all. She nursed the young Dorenas back to health, doing her best to heal his left hand, but try as she might his ring and pinkie finger were permanently bent down, unmoving and without feeling. It was then that she'd given him his fist taste of Adamant and he instantly Flared. Over the next several years, she helped him hone and figure out his skills.

At the age of twenty he went back home where he discovered that his family thought him long dead, that his mother had died of grief, and that his father had fallen ill because of her death. After spending some time with his father and visiting his mother's grave he began almost obsessively trying to find out the guild that had attacked him so many years ago, then leaving the responsibility of becoming Head of the Family to his younger brother, Dorenas left his home and travelled to Dilei to become a guild member.