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[b]Name:[/b] Brennen, Pyromancer of the Charred Bog

[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Main Class:[/b] Pyromancer
[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good

[b]Size:[/b] Medium
[b]Height:[/b] 5’7”
[b]Weight:[/b] 140lbs
[b]Eyes:[/b] Amber
[b]Hair:[/b] Dirty Blonde

[b]Appearance:[/b] A short, peculiar looking man with a lean, sinewy physique resulting from decades spent living off the land, Brennen’s complexion is calloused and leathery, defined by the occasional crag or wrinkle that give him a seasoned appearance, despite his age. His dark blonde hair is often left oily and unkempt, with Brennen paying little heed to its care. Similarly, his square jaw is blanketed by a coarse layer of scruff, permanently singed from near-constant exposure to fire. His bright amber eyes, however, seem to glow with the fires of youth and passion, unaffected by the passage of time.

Brennen's choice in clothing is as otherworldly as his appearance suggests, consisting of weathered and travel-worn robes, shawls, and tunics, covered in burn marks, singes, and frayed ends. His clothes constantly reek of smoke and burning oil, not helped in the slightest by the vials of strange liquid that he keeps on his person at all times.

[b]Personality Description:[/b] A textbook bohemian, first and foremost obsessed with fire, Brennen’s isolated and uncivilized upbringing have left him a bizarre, somewhat eccentric maverick; in tune with nature and apprehensive of towns and cities. Humble and unassuming, Brennen is generally polite, if blunt at times, showing general courtesy to everyone he meets, regardless of race or social status. Though lacking in formal education, Brennen's unique perspective on the world reveals a certain philosophical wisdom that gives way to somewhat profound observations, particularly when he is deep in thought.

Well aware of the destructive potential that fire brings, Brennen has dedicated much of his life to discipline and self-restraint, rarely complaining or expressing contempt, even in the harshest conditions. But when flared, his temper is like the fire he wields: ranging from slow-burning and scorching to violently explosive. But just as fire cleanses the old for new growth to emerge, Brennen's rage, once subsided, is gone for good. He holds no grudges or grievances, letting bygones be bygones.