[center][h1][color=ff9900]Vathalyk[/color][/h1]

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[b][color=ff9900]Appearance:[/color][/b]
[indent][color=eeeeee]Vathalyk's skin is of a grey-ish complexion very much unlike that of human's. It's safe to say that his body is painted almost all over the place. It's not for war, but merely an abstract decoration in red and black hues. His ears are pointy and thus resembling those of your average elf, but shorter. His hair is long and split up into several massive strands running down almost to his hips. Vathalyk's most notable feature are his massive, spiraling horns and his ever-glowing, almondy eyes.

Vathalyk's a very massive being, standing over seven feet tall with shoulders broad enough to fill out the usual doorframe from left to right with ease. He's a hungry colossus of thick bone and muscle.[/color][/indent]

[b][color=ff9900]Race:[/color][/b] Fyr

[b][color=ff9900]Gender:[/color][/b] Male

[b][color=ff9900]Age:[/color][/b] 22

[b][color=ff9900]Equipment:[/color][/b]
[color=eeeeee][list][*]Somewhat worn-out piece of ringmail[*]Large morning star[*]Thick woolen coat and trousers.[*]Food and water for several days.[*]Two mechanical traps. Not like bear traps, but still they can deal excruciating pain and injury.[/list][/color]

[b][color=ff9900]Personality:[/color][/b]
[indent][color=eeeeee]It's comparatively easy to set off Vathalyk's rage. A simple insult, a word too ambiguous in an already heated up situation or an unintentional injury are enough to make him give you a rant at least. As long as you don't lose yourself in one of those sandtraps however and think before you speak it is quite possible though to get along with him rather nicely. Become true friends though is a major achievement for his species is essentially one of loners. He has a firm understanding of the concept of 'priorities': As long as he sees benefit for himself he is willing to help and bring sacrifices. What appears to be an extremely selfish attitude is attenuated by the fact that Fyr, due to their very nature-driven lifestyle, are less suspectible to greed, one of those things that usually impair one's providence the most. Vathalyk is somewhat cunning, but also capable of extreme acts of violence. There [i]are[/i] times when he essentially goes feral.[/color][/indent]

[b][color=ff9900]Biography:[/color][/b]
[indent][color=eeeeee]Fyr do not live in towns or villages, but dwell in the wilderness. Their population is very scarce, so neither is it very likely for anyone to encounter more than one at a time, nor is his kind interested in anything like 'family'. Parents stay together barely long enough to teach their child how to live on its own, then depart and continue living their lonely lives until, some years later, it is time to mate again. So due to natural causes, Vathalyk's childhood can be considered quite boring at least from more human standards: Hunting, eating, sleeping and roaming around for the sake of one's own curiosity.

His species is far from dumb and being purely animalistic, but still he has all reason to regret the day he dared to stroll though a village in the middle of the night: Isn't it that demons often have glowing eyes and massive horns ? Those simple people had never seen his kind before and confused him for one of them. With stakes and pitchforks at the ready they forced him to succumb and locked him away in a damp cellar. It took the damn priest months to come and once he told the confused villagers that there's nothing here requiring any kind of exorcism or divine assistance, Vathalyk had already acquired a grasp of the human language.

There was no compensation from the villagers whatsoever, but at least he had found sort of a friend with the priest. He was 19 and now they both had to be more careful than before -- neither could it be ruled out that Vathalyk would be captured anywhere else again, nor was a priest essentially telling an entire village that it was flat-out wrong prone to be very liked in a region where a word could spread fast. He felt obliged to be grateful and the priest felt there was someone in need of help -- or maybe the man just wanted to try something in his old days. Anyway, they continued to meet on a regular basis where no prying eyes were around. Vathalyk had the opportunity to learn more about human life and culture, improve his language skills and even pick up a minor proficiency in armed fighting.

It could have continued so well, but even his only real human friend probably couldn't stand the sudden fact that the gods... vanished. At least Vathalyk has not heard a word off him since the event and has solid reason to speculate that the old man has fallen. He just doesn't know if due to the onset of madness like many others or because of the shock itself.[/color][/indent]

[b][color=ff9900]Attributes:[/color][/b]
[indent][color=eeeeee][list][*]Strength: 10[*]Perception: 5[*]Endurance: 9[*]Charisma: 2[*]Intelligence: 5[*]Agility: 4[*]Luck: 5[/list][/color][/indent]

[b][color=ff9900]Magic:[/color][/b]
[indent][color=eeeeee]It's not a magical thing per se, but a Fyr's blood is known to be toxic. It is an aggressive agent towards a broad variety of body tissues, including those of humanoids and bacteria. Clearly the latter property is responsible for Vathalyk's resistance to many common diseases (though it does not protect against those of magic nature, of course), but self-injury in order to gain access to the large amount of venom carried around by every Fyr is a battle tactic not unheard of. Skin is quite resistive and will only show itching as the primary symptom, but exposing a body's interior to his blood is bound to cause massive trouble.[/color][/indent]