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Name: Avaddon
Race: Alter(Hyur)
Age: 27
Class: Monk
Place of Origin: Kingdom of Fabul
Personality: Avaddon is a man of strong passions, stronger appetites, and carries in his chest a heart that burns with a desire to help everyone he comes across. Honorable to a fault, and a staunch believer in second chances, one will have a hard time spotting a meaningful frown on the gigantic man's face. 
Backstory: Avaddon comes from a tribe known to serve as guides and guards to many that travel through the burning deserts of Fabul. This group, known as the Red Storm tribe, are well known for their strict codes of honor and militaristic warrior culture. Everyone in the tribe must be able to fight and hold their own, or be cast-off as weak and left to the desert sands. If they manage to survive long enough to find the tribe again, however, they are declared worthy of being welcomed back.

Avaddon has always been a strong warrior of his tribe, huge in size and ferocious in battle, with an eye and nose suited well for braving the fierce desert wilderness. But he has never been able to rest easy among his sworn brothers, for to them all, he is something strange. An Alter, mutated by magic into something less than human, at least in the eyes of his tribesman. He had to fight hard to prove himself worthy, but many achievements were put down to his curse. That he fought with the strength of a beast because he was himself one, that he needed to be kept away from, that he was a danger to everyone.

It was a rough experience to grow up under, unable to make friends or close relationships with any others in his tribe, but it is this very isolation that made him so great with foreigners. While others of the Red Storm maintained a professional attitude of cold social distance from those they ferried, Avaddon drank, made merry, and set himself with a strong network of friends through his duties. The companionship he sought at home was found with foreigners and travelers who looked past his origins to see him as a man, the same as any other. Not all were like this, but enough that he knew that life in the tribe was no longer what he wanted. Unfortunately, he was an honorable man and refused to leave his family without him, who had always accepted him as their son.

Luckily, the chance to escape one day came in the form of a marriage proposal, and from the chief of the tribe no less. As tradition dictates, the strongest and most skilled warrior in the tribe would be offered the hand of chieftan's daughter, so as to ensure a strong line in the future generations. So it has always been, but with Avaddon, the prospect of allowing such a beast to claim such a position would undoubtedly cause much strife. However, the chief mad this offer with a twist. For to prove his worth as a warrior, the chief would send the prospective husband to go out and slay a beast of great power, bringing back a trophy of some sort to present as his wedding dowery. Doe Avaddon, the beast in question was named. . . a [i]Behemoth[/i]. Rare as they are powerful, it was a death sentence in all but name. . . and one Avaddon accepted with reverence.

With this quest, impossible as it was, he was given free leave to explore the world as he saw fit, secure in the knowledge that his family would be cared for as the rules of the challenge dictate. while leaving it all behind was a bitter-sweet feeling, Avaddon left his home into the world with a feeling of excitement, unsure of what awaited him.
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