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[h1][center]NAME: Zahir Rahel [/center][/h1]                                                                                                 

GENDER: Male 

AGE: 64

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Zahir never show his face, hiding it behind an old and battered mask. Infact the only bit of skin that is visible is a patch of dark skin on his wrists. A detail that practically stands out between the fading crimson of his old military uniform and a pair of greying gloves. Nothing can be seen of his legs, hidden away behind leather armour and boots. 

BACKGROUND: Zahir was born far away, in a kingdom beyond the borders of this one. A place he hardly mentions, nor one those who’ve known him long enough ask him much about. All they do know is that he was a soldier there, one who served a long time on the battlefield, judging by the age of this man. Then 10 years ago he arrived in the Fero province, practically in the same outfit he now walks about in. 

For the last 10 years he’s lived as a guard in a small town nestled within a forest, helping keep its streets safe. Despite initial misgivings about the man and his outlandish appearance, he has grown to be a well liked figure among the locals. His mask provides an odd familiarity and steadiness to it, that everyday he’s still there helping to look after the place. 

Few bother to ask him about his past anymore, knowing that whatever answer he does give will be vague and contradictory, though some persistent kids still hope one day he’ll tell them the full truth. Infact now the question he gets asked more than any other is “When are you gonna settle down? Stop being a guard?” He’s yet to give an answer. 

Still the old guard continues to patrol, doing whatever he can to stay in shape and protect the people of the Fero Province. Now he has heard the news of the beast and against all common sense saying otherwise has gone off to slay the creature, hoping that he can help those doing the same task to stay alive. 

MOTIVATION: To slay the beast and protect the others doing the same. 

GEAR: 
An old + battered copper mask he never takes off
A fading guards uniform
Worn leather armour
A small buckler shield he attaches to his back
A short arming sword he carries by his waist

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