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[color=035C02][h2]Takin Bent | 23 | Fomorian | Male[/h2][/color][/center]

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[color=035C02]Physical Appearance:[/color] Takin's 5'5" frame is littered with small silvery scars that he has earned through his relentless training. The same training has rendered his body lean, built for speed instead of raw power. Somewhat contradicting this fact however is his sword, Fragarach. Measuring at over 6' from tip to pommel, he wields it as if it were nothing more than a stick. His fiery red hair is never smoothed out and even looks like its haphazardly cut more out of convenience than style. Hard, deep green eyes stare out from his stony visage and are always on the alert. His left shoulder is home to a tattoo of a Kelpie, the first monster he ever slayed on his own. Though not truly human, there is no indicators of his true Fomorian lineage.

[color=035C02]Class/Skillset:[/color] A dedicated swordsman, Takin has trained endlessly with Fragarach. The sword is made out of Black Iron that saps the strength of any who wield it in addition to suppressing his Fomorian heritage. The endless days with the sword have served to strengthen and enhance his abilities as a sort of resistance training. While even the strongest would struggle to even lift the giant sword, he will always be found with it over his shoulder or across his back, fiercely wielding it with deft ability when needed. If ever separated from the blade, his ability jumps beyond human and into the upper ranks of even the mythical Fomorians.

[color=035C02]Personality:[/color] Short in both stature and temper, Takin's mouth is as foul as his moods. He takes life in stride, not being one to deliberate or plan. More often than not it has almost cost him his life however, if a problem is dangerous it deserves to see him coming. He speaks his mind, doesn't hide his mood and always finds a cold ale at the end of any fight. Driven and motivated not by coin or prestige, he seeks the thrill of battle. Every fight he wins, monster he eliminates, all are unique experiences flushed with the searing clarity of adrenaline and mortality. That being said, he is not foolish enough to dive into a fight he can't win. In times of calm, with no foe to vanquish, he busies himself with repetitive tasks like splitting wood or practicing the basics of his swordsmanship.

Not easily trusting of others, Takin has spent his time travelling alone from one monster to the next. His stoic and mildly aggressive manners have not led to many favorable interactions but this does not concern him much, he learned at an early age that the only one you can trust your life with is yourself.

[color=035C02]Background:[/color] Takin lost his family at an early age. When the Kelpie left him bleeding on the shore, he vowed to avenge all those that were close to him. Many failed attempts later and he met an old man who spoke of a power his village had forgotten about. After much convincing by this old man, Takin finally delved into the village well and returned carrying Fragarach. Shortly after, Takin stood in the river surrounded by a growing red stain in the current, the Kelpie having been vanquished and his journey just beginning.[/hider]