[hider][b][u]Appearance[/u][/b] [img]https://misanthropester.files.wordpress.com/2018/11/006310460f26dbdae42ce659b8df20df.jpg?w=640[/img] Kaze is a behemoth of a dragonborn, standing at eight feet tall and weighing in at roughly three hundred and fifteen pounds. His eyes glow dully with a crimson light while the markings on his arms barely glimmer with a white light. "I know kung fu." [b]Name[/b] Kaze [b]Age and Sex[/b] 23, Male [b]Race and Class[/b] Dragonborn Monk [b][u]Skills and Stats[/u][/b][list] [*] Acrobatics [*] Insight [*] Survival [/list][list] [*] Strength: 8 + 2 = 10 [*] Dexterity: 14 [*] Constitution: 13 [*] Intelligence: 14 [*] Wisdom: 14 [*] Charisma: 9 + 1 = 10 [/list] [b]Magic[/b][list] [*] Draconic Breath: As a descendant of black dragons he spits Acid Breath in a thirty foot line. [*] Acid Resistance: As a descendant of black dragons he's resistant to Acid damage. [/list] [b]Equipment[/b][list] [*] Club. [*] 10 darts. [*] Flute. [*] Dungeoneer's Pack. [/list] [b]Motivation[/b] Kaze grew up in one of the Monastery's dotting the lands. Here he learned how to protect himself via hand to hand, his draconic breath, and limited forms of weaponry. He also learned to control himself, to seek alternate routes instead of the most basic one if it was required. After some time he was ordered by the Head Monk to go out and see the world, to gain that worldly knowledge and to socialize with the rest of the strange people. His first voyage out and he was met part way through the trip with an intense cold. He always hated the cold. He awoke to the sounds of an annoying voice, thankfully he still had what little he left with. Lacking armor and impressive weaponry left him as a meager target for thieves, assuming any were in this crash site. Now that he was conscious he had to make a plan. [b]Other[/b] Put anything else here you feel we need to know.[/hider]