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[color=#ff5048][h3]Personality[/h3][/color]
[sub]Kvasir is very basic in principle when it boils down to personality. He is almost devoid of any and all learned behavior and nuanced traits. Bare to the bone, the best way to describe Kvasir would be a rabid dog. He has no real concept of what right and wrong is nor the civility between humans in an open setting. Instead Kvasir relies on his basic animal instinct, his gut has never steered him wrong and he has gotten this far without need for anything else. Though near feral and paranoid, he however can become a loyal companion that bends to authority depending on who he becomes subservient to with enough time and compassion. [/sub]

[color=#ff5048][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color]
[sub]Due to his age, Kvasir hasn’t fully completed his growth cycle. With his late growth spurt he’s currently stunted at a height of 5’6 which makes him amongst the shortest in the guild by nearly a few inches. This doesn’t lend itself to a napoleon complex, but instead gives way to a more acrobatic frame and method of attack. Besides his short stature his body is rather small too. He only weighs around a 120 pounds, but he has some meat on his bones to match his scrappy nature. His body is covered in ink and marks in random striations and designs that represent the sins and blood of man. Most of his appearance is pure skin aside from a red bandanna that matches a tattered red waist cloth and bandages that line his forearms and shins.[/sub]
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[center][color=#ff5048][i]“Let me go first.”[/i][/color][/center]

[indent]|   [color=#ff5048]N a m e:[/color]   |
[indent][i]Kvasir[/i][/indent]
|   [color=#ff5048]Alias|Nickames|Titles:[/color]   |
[indent][i]Bloody Mess[/i][/indent]
|   [color=#ff5048]G e n d e r:[/color]   |
[indent][i]Male[/i][/indent]
|   [color=#ff5048]A g e:[/color]   |
[indent][i]16[/i][/indent]
|   [color=#ff5048]R a n k:[/color]   |
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|  [color=#ff5048] Guild Membership Status:[/color]   |
[indent][i]Fresh off the boat[/i][/indent]
|  [color=#ff5048]Guild Seal Location:[/color]   |
[indent][i]On top of his tongue[/i][/indent]
|   [color=#ff5048]History:[/color]   |
[indent][i]While most humans’ lives revolved around magic, Kvasir’s world revolved around religion. The recollection of events shy of the first mark of sin on his body have all been repressed and practically purged from his mind. Kvasir wasn’t his birth name nor one chosen by him, instead it was one granted to him by the group at large. You see Kvasir was born into a family that was victim to a cult. The cult wasn’t renown or heard of outside the parcel of land they claimed atop the snowy mountains secluded from the rest of the world and their world of magic and monsters. Instead they were their own monsters. The cult itself believed in many gods that were dictated by a dichotomous view of the world. These gods eventually organized themselves into two separate tribes that had gotten along until a break down in relations plummeted the two into war. 

To save you from the details, Kvasir’s story revolves around one god that the cult worshipped religiously who was known as none other than Kvasir himself. This is important for he did not share the same name as their god until the aftermath that ensued. Like many other children in the cult he grew up quite normal with the exception of being subject to being homeschooled. The practices and teaching were of course skewed and bias and not what most other kids are taught in traditional schools. The village was led by one male figure head who harbored multiple wives and dictated rules that became law. While such close-minded fanaticism usually gave way to benighted individuals, Kvasir was different. Instead he chose to challenge the knowledge being instilled by wandering off from his village and experience the outside world. This brought him to white harbor many times. 

Through his curiosity he learned from those around him who were both handy with an ax and that of magic. The older he became the more he began to conceptualize and develop. When he was old enough Kvasir began to spout out and correct all the information that was being taught to them, not solely on his word alone but through demonstrations. Eventually the cult began to see him as one of the wisest of beings despite only being a child. His childlike ignorance didn’t alarm him to becoming a Self-fulfilling prophecy. Kvasir was their god and the god of wisdom and it was foretold if he were to be killed and drained of his blood to be mixed with honey, they would be able to drink in his wisdom. 

Thus, one night in the stillness of the moonlit sky, Kvasir was restrained and taken as sacrifice. Bound and gagged he was bled upside down like a pig. His vision was fading, becoming blurry, his mind slipping away from this ritual sacrifice. He pleaded to any god that could hear him that if they helped him escape, he would become a vessel for them to live through. Only one god answered and that was Kvasir himself. The blood that pooled out of him retreated inside his body leaving some still outside to coat his hands in the form of blades. Free from his bindings he eviscerated his cult family and drained them, using whatever blood was left to carve their names and sins into his skin as a reminder of the ritual he performed to obtain his power. 

On purely instinct, Kvasir was driven and drawn to the city of white harbor where he collapsed in front of the Winter Blade’s Guild. 
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|   [color=#ff5048]Magic:[/color]   |
[indent][i][color=#ff5048]Blood God Slayer Magic (血の滅神魔法Chi no Metsujin Mahō)[/color] 
Is a rare specialized god slayer magic that deals with the element of blood, that is red and black in color. Kvasir can manipulate his own blood in a multitude of ways but most notably scene in weaponized constructs. [/i][/indent]
|   [color=#ff5048]Strengths and Weakness:[/color]   |
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[color=#ff5048]Strengths:[/color]
Excels in close range combat 
Fearless
Tenacious 
Acrobatic in and out of combat


[color=#ff5048]Weaknesses:[/color]
Can become frenzied and lose himself in battle
Has a hard time being social 
Can’t replenish his reserves from long range
Rash
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|   [color=#ff5048]Miscs :[/color]   |
[indent][i]Attached to his bandages are gauntlets which house two hooked hidden blades, blood drawn from these feed into a tube that goes directly into Kvasir's skin. [/i][/indent]
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