[hider=Dimutic Hound][center][h3][color=FF4500]ℂ͖a̪̜̻̣̣r̝̟͢ḓ̨͖̗̘͙̺in̪̮̥͢a̪̰̣͍͘l̠̟ ̲͙ℝ̷͉̞͉̠̙̦̞ị̝̤̪f̣̫̝t̼̥̯͡[/color][/h3][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/bHaLGRI.png[/img][hr][/center][indent][i][h3][color=FF4500]ℙe͍̻̞̫͠r͝s͓͓ó̗̪n̲͔̠a̞̲l͓̬̺̰ ҉͙̪𝕀n̷f̲̖̦o͞ŕ̥̫̗͇͎͎̟m̛̱a͘t͕͕͖͈͚̝̫͞i̡͓̹͈o̗͖̞n̪̜͕̞̤̟[/color][/h3][/i][/indent]
[color=FF4500]Name: [/color]Sarnic of Clan D'mol, of Tribe Dimutic
[color=FF4500]Age: [/color]26
[color=FF4500]Race: [/color]Akeshan of the Wilderness
[color=FF4500]Gender: [/color]Male
[color=FF4500]Appearance: [/color] Sarnic's slightly below average height but toned, athletic build wouldn't normally inspire fear in strangers - but his sharp fangs, wild eyes, and aggressive attitude that easily shows through his body language might do it. He has light skin subtly tanned by the sun, and various battle scars all over. His hair is a shaggy light brown - the same goes for the wolfish ears and tail that sprout from his body. His fingers end in pointed claws perfect for tearing things apart. In the dark, his red eyes can seem to glow with excitement. He usually dresses in capes and furs decorated with trinkets, charms and jewelry of all kinds.
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[color=FF4500]Reputation: [/color]Those that don't know Sarnic would say that he's a ruffian - he puts the [i]beast[/i] in [i]beastman[/i] and is an unrepentant, uncooperative, unpleasant person. Those that DO know him would say... all of the same, and add that he's a ferocious, uncontrollable young man with a lust for battle that rivaled only his personal pride. Though hard to imagine, he does have his good qualities in that he's loyal and will protect what he views as his, whether it be people or territory - and though isn't a strategist by any means, preferring to rely on his raw power, in battle he thinks quickly on his feet. He is in peak physical form and is equally admired, feared, and hated by many.

[color=FF4500]Skills:[/color][list][*][b]Physical Combatant[/b]
[*][b]Natural Weapons[/b]
[*][b]Simple Weapon Proficiency[/b]
[*][b]Iron Stomach[/b]
[*][b]Poison & Disease Resistant[/b]
[*][b]Brutal Charisma/Pack Alpha[/b]
[*][b]Animalistic Strength[/b]
[*][b]Animalistic Senses[/b]
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[color=FF4500]Backstory:[/color][hider=The Dimutic Tribe]Where some Akeshan tribes try to be as civilized as possible in the face of the Court, the Dimutic Tribe that Sarnic belongs to chooses instead to revel in their natural states. They are similar in many ways to the other tribes of the Wilderness, but differ in two major ways: they tend to be more aggressive than your average tribe, and they are at times nomadic. 

The Dimutic have no gender or sexual biases, nor are they divided by class. They place one thing above all else when it comes to battle, negotiations and conflict: power. When it's time for a Chieftain to step down, their chosen child challenges all adults in the village to single combat. If this chosen child loses even once, the one that defeated them may become Chieftain. The Chieftain has no advisers or council and decides all aspects of the tribe's life, though they are free to listen to any tribe member's advice. When the area the Dimutic live in no longer pleases the Chieftain, they may choose to move the entire tribe - in that case they crash through other tribal territories and violently take any land they want. 

The tribe members may seen violent (and definitely are), but from an outsider's perspective what may seem like a community of in-fighting and theft is actually a tightly knit group of like-minded Akeshan. The Dimutic do not steal from each other, because all property is meant to be taken. They do not assault each other because battle is how the Dimutic become stronger and forge bonds. The rare Dimutic that is born weak or shy won't be discarded, but instead become healers for the group's many warriors. First born children are named with an "-ic" ending, paying nod to their tribal founder, Dimutic. Only the first borns are named this way, all other children are not named with an "-ic" ending. There are times when a family's children may be named entirely similarly, for example "Dundic" and "Dund," both of Clan "X."

There is only one law among the Dimutic, and every one follows it devoutly: [i][b]if you have taken all of their possessions, then take only their life.[/b][/i] Another person's freedom and agency is never to be infringed upon, so despite their nature the Dimutic do not rape or take slaves. To be taken advantage of in such away is the most shameful, criminal thing the tribe can imagine.

The current Chieftain is Timilic of Clan Astepeol, the first male Chieftain in generations. Both Timilic's son (Stevic) and daughter (Obel) are preparing to take over the tribe, and it's thought that one of the siblings will kill the other before Timilic steps down. Despite being firstborn, Stevic has proven weaker than Obel many times, but both have supporters among the tribe. Timilic's second wife Sumil of Clan H'sta, mother of neither of his children, is a dark horse contender for the position as well. Besides Timilic's immediate family, a favorite to take over as Chieftain is a certain Akeshan know as Sarnic...[/hider]
The D'mol Clan has been part of the Dimutic Tribe for nearly as long as the tribe has been around. The D'mol have produced many fierce sons and daughters over the years, but none so much as Sarnic. He came out of his mother's womb kicking and screaming - he even bit the deliverer. His parents couldn't have been more proud.

Sarnic didn't have any special upbringing, he was raised in the same way the other children of the tribe were: thrown outdoors during the day to do whatever he liked, then collected at night to be fed dinner and instructed in the brief tribe laws and history. It was a childhood full of scrapes, scraps, bruises and battling - just the way the Dimutic like it. Soon enough it was apparent that Sarnic wasn't just unruly - he was tougher and stronger than most if not all of his age group. He could spar with older members of the tribe easily, and soon enough his parents decided it was time for the adult bridging ceremony. This ceremony could be taken at any age and was a test to determine if members of the Dimutic would go on to become full fledged adult warriors, or remain children for a little longer and move on to become healers and shaman. The test involved hunting, fishing, and surviving in the wild alone. Needless to say, Sarnic passed handily.

Now deemed an adult at a relatively young age, Sarnic trained as a warrior tasked both with protecting the village and hunting game to feed it. He was a skilled combatant, and though he didn't always win in those early days he proved a force to be reckoned with. The Dimutic moved their tribe early in Sarnic's life, and there was something that made a lasting impression on the young Akeshan: of the people whose land they moved into, the only ones that refused to give up and leave [i]and[/i] were able to put up a fight were the ones that wielded magic. The Dimutic did not normally get involved with the magical beings of the land nor thier contracts that granted magical gifts, but those few that did were not shunned by the tribe. It was always in the back of his mind as a way to get even stronger than he was now.

After a few years more, Sarnic was well known as one of the most powerful members of the tribe. His strength and skill in battle, coupled with his health and ability to eat nearly anything and not get sick, made him both envied and admired by others. Sarnic himself was well aware of his own abilities and would fight everyone to make sure they knew he was stronger than them. He took over as head of his own clan when he killed his father in a power struggle, leaving his mother, younger sister and handful of cousins to acknowledge his new family position. Though they all mourned the former D'mol patriarch's death, Sarnic included, such was the way of the Dimutic - and if one didn't back down it wasn't unlikely for them to die. Sarnic took his father's fangs, wore one as a charm and gave the rest to his family and moved on. Many in the tribe found themselves victims to sudden attacks from Sarnic when they questioned or insulted him. Indeed, Sarnic was powerful - but he knew he could get even more so, especially since he seemed to be evenly matched with the tribal Chieftain's family and was striving to overcome them.

Sarnic's sister, Juvela, was shaping up to be quite the warrior herself and the D'mol siblings enjoyed fighting with each other and giving each other new scars. One day, on a hunting party led by Sarnic which Juvela was part of, the small group of Dimutic was ambushed by remnants of the tribe whose territory they now occupied. A fight ensued and some of the proud, powerful Dimutic were killed by these magic-wielding Akeshan. Worse: some of them were also captured. Predictably, Juvela was one of those stolen. It was a blow to the entire tribe, and a rescue group was put together immediately. After all, these Akeshan had broken the one cardinal law of the Dimutic: of a person, take nothing but their life. Kidnapping was an unforgivable crime.

When the rescue party got to the scene, it was hard to believe what they saw. A large magic beast, more like a monster than anything else, slaughtering the rogue Akeshan and their Dimutic hostages alike. Magic beasts in general were uncommon nowadays, but once this size and strength was especially rare, but here it was. Juvela had broken free and was fighting the creature, one of her large ears torn off and blood streaking down her face. With a battle cry, Sarnic and the rest of his group leapt into battle against the beast. It was bloody, many didn't survive and for the first time in decades members of the Dimutic tribe retreated. Even the D'mol siblings, as strong and brash as they were, turned to run when it became clear the monster was many times more powerful than the lot of them. 

It's body, though seemingly flesh, was dense and hard. It resembled two headless men joined at the waist, though many times larger. Their arms ending in bloody claws and where their legs would be ending in yet another pair or arms. Twisting skin formed molted, pulsating ridges on the beast and it's color would constantly change to make for a confusing appearance. Save for the blood coating it's body, it was able to nearly perfectly blend into the surroundings. It crushed the Akeshan bodies into dust and absorbed energy from them through it's skin and the ugly holes where it's heads would have been. The creature was horrible and awesome.

And it chased them.

The D'mol siblings brought up the rear of the escaping Dimutic, and when Sarnic head the beast crashing through the trees after them he growled and turned to stand against it. He was a proud young man, he was strong and determined. He faced down the creature and was prepared to fight and win, or fight and die.

But instead it spoke to him.

When finally Sarnic returned to the village, the entire tribe surrounded him with shouts and tears. Even those that loathed him moved to embrace the hostile man. His mother and sister held onto him and kissed his face in relief. The entire tribe moved the next day, far away from the area, traveling for days. When asked what happened Sarnic would say that he distracting the monster then escaped. 

He didn't tell them that more than seeing his sister's bleeding body holding her own against the creature, more than fighting for his own life against it, more than the dark folk tales the elders would scare him with when he was a child, that what it said to him was the most frightened he'd ever been in his entire life.

After moving, the Dimutic tribe put the experience behind them. Sarnic did too. Life went on as normal, but for some reason Sarnic was stronger than ever. 

[color=FF4500]Miscellaneous: [/color]Sarnic isn't the head of his tribe, but he certainly acts like it - and more often that not everyone lets him. He's butt heads with the Chieftain many times and has even threatened to kill the tribal leader and take over - so far he hasn't made good on this threat though, instead eagerly awaiting the time he can ascend to Chieftain in the proper way.

[hr][indent][i][h3][color=FF4500]𝕄agic[/color][/h3][/i][/indent]
[color=FF4500]Contract Gift:[/color] Fog. Sarnic can generate fog as dense or light as he wishes from his nose and mouth. The fog cover hangs heavy on the ground around him and can get quite large. 
[color=FF4500]Contract Sacrifice:[/color] He is bound to follow the orders of the creature who gave him the contract.
[color=FF4500]Contract Restrictions:[/color] If Sarnic is unable to breathe, he can't produce the fog.
[color=FF4500]Field: [/color] The area the fog can cover can extend up to two miles, with the densest part being the center where Sarnic generates it from. The fog can be generated quickly but obviously the large cover the more time it takes.[/hider]