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[sub][b]T H E[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]E X I L E D[/b] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [b]C H A M P I O N[/b]
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[color=BB502A]28     [color=BB502A][b]|[/b][/color]     female     [color=BB502A][b]|[/b][/color]     human[/color]
[color=808080][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color][/sub][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  red[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  hazel[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  5' 5"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  athletic muscular[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ origin  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  sunless lands, thedas[/color][/sub]
[center][sup][color=808080][sub]__________________________________________[/sub][/color][/sup][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]...........[/color][b]H E A V Y [color=2e2c2c].[/color] + 10[/b]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ defender  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  10 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ perseverance  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  10 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ hard hitter  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  15 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ combat sense  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  15 / 20[/color]

[color=2e2c2c]...........[/color][b]P H Y S I C A L [color=2e2c2c].[/color] + 9[/b]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ reflexes  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  20 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ stealth  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  0 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ rapid blows  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  10 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ perception  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  15 / 20[/color]

[color=2e2c2c]...........[/color][b]M A G I C [color=2e2c2c].[/color] + 1[/b]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ power  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  0 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ pattern weaving  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  0 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ mana pool  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  0 / 20[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ fortitude  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=808080]  5 / 20[/color][/sub]
[center][sup][color=808080][sub]__________________________________________[/sub][/color][/sup][/center][sub][color=2e2c2c]...........[/color][b]E Q U I P M E N T . . .[/b]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ human crafted battle axe  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ dagger crafted from bone [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ hide & fur lined armor  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ wood & steel shield  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ leisure clothes  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ leather bound journal  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ a femur bone  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ pouch of gold (20)  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ 1 lb of dried jerky  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ water skin  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ bandages  [/b][/color]
[color=2e2c2c]................[/color][color=BB502A][b]▹ wolf pelt bedroll  [/b][/color][/sub]
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[center][color=808080][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][sub][color=BB502A][b]C U S T O M [color=2e2c2c].[/color] T R A I T S . . .[/b][/color]
[b][url=https://imgur.com/yWOLDoe][color=ffffff]Reckless Desperation[/color][/url][/b] [color=808080]- [i]Fear can be all consuming, but when your will is indomitable it can serve to strengthen you. In the heat of battle, Nicolosia can throw aside all concern for defense to attack with fierce desperation. This allows her to move faster and hit harder than she usually would for a short period of time. [/i][/color]
[b]Concussive Force[/b] [color=808080]- [i]Utilizing her shield and her strength alone, Nicolosia can slam her shield upon any solid surface to not only temporarily stun a target, but also briefly stagger nearby enemies from the sheer force.[/i][/color]
[b]Immovable Wall[/b] [color=808080]- [i]When bracing with a shield, Nicolosia becomes greatly resistant to being knocked down or aside for a short time, making her akin to a sturdy wall whilst she's bracing.[/i][/color]
[b]The Protector's Oath[/b] [color=808080]- [i]Fear and adrenaline keep a steady, rapid tempo in her chest but her focus is able to narrow down to a single point. A chosen comrade will become hers to protect for the duration of a fight, they will not fall so long as she is their wall of defense. In failing to protect them, Nicolosia enters a rage for a short period of time which turns her determination to protect her comrade in arms into unwavering strength.[/i][/color]
[b]Feral Fighter[/b] [color=808080]- [i]Watching her fight, even without her usual axe and shield, it's very clear that Nicolosia has a sort of wildness to her. She is creative, brutal, and resilient, nothing is below her when it comes to a battle. If she has to smear dirt in her opponents eyes or rip out their throat with her teeth to get leverage in order to win, she will. She does not fight for the glory of victory, she fights to live another day and thus hesitation is not a luxury she allows herself in battle. If she see's the chance to end a conflict she will do so in an instant, no matter how much blood is shed. [/i][/color]
[color=BB502A][b]Champion passive[/b][/color] [color=808080]- [i]As a champion, she is made to protect those near her from a fatal blow, just as she can make a last stand for herself and withstand a signal fatal blow. If she is still alive, and her comrades are as well, she has done her job well.[/i][/color]

[color=BB502A][b]S T O R Y [color=2e2c2c].[/color] T R A I T S . . .[/b][/color]
[color=808080][i]Nothing... yet.[/i][/color]

[color=BB502A][b]S T R E N G T H S . . .[/b][/color]
[b]will to live[/b] [color=808080]- [i]As absurd as it sounds, Nicolosia's will to live is unparalleled. An injury that would make another fighter ready to lay down and die will push her onward, even if she is unseeing and simply dragging herself along. She does not want to die, and nothing but the cold grasp of death itself ripping her soul from her body will make her stop.[/i][/color]
[b]survival[/b] [color=808080]- [i]She was raised in a place where sane men cannot comprehend survival, where the climate meant each meal could be your last, where wanting to live meant you had to work for it. She knows how to make a meal out of bark on a tree, how to sooth stomach cramps when you are literally starving, how to find water and ensure it's safe for consumption, how to stem bleeding or curb infection. Nicolosia knows how to stay alive, even when you would rather be dead.[/i][/color]
[b]multilingual[/b] [color=808080]- [i]She is fluent in common and the Chasind's unique language.[/i][/color]

[color=BB502A][b]W E A K N E S S E S . . .[/b][/color]
[b]fear[/b] [color=808080]- [i]Furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic. Nicolosia is afraid to die. She is terrified of battle, of wounds that will fester until you rot from the inside out. She does not want to fight, she does not want to pick up her blade and have to decide if it will be her or them today, but she is more scared of what will happen if she does not. If she is not strong enough, she will die all the same. Death comes for everyone, but she is determined for it to only come to her on her terms. Fear, though? It is the beast that does not rest. It haunts her every waking moment, twists her sleep into a jumble of incomprehensible nightmares. Outside of battle, fear weighs her down like soaked armor. She hesitates, she is uncertain and wavering, she is simply afraid.[/i][/color]
[b]stealth[/b] [color=808080]- [i]Outside of battle, when her head is clear of the primal instinct to simply survive and she is once again weighed down by simple fear, Nicolosia has all of the grace of a bull in a antique shop. She simply couldn't be sneaky if you paid her to be. [/i][/color]
[b]fatigue[/b] [color=808080]- [i]She hasn't gotten a good nights rest since she developed a consciousness and learned what fear meant. She's lucky if she gets four hours of sleep at night, and Nicolosia is not known for her good luck. [/i][/color]

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[color=BB502A][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y . . .[/b][/color]
[b]anxious[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] protective[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] self-critical[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] restrained[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] kind[/b]

[color=BB502A][b]M O T I V A T I O N . . .[/b][/color]
[color=808080]Nicolosia wants to find the man responsible for tribe's downfall. She also wants to return home, so she may see what is left of those whom she loved, but only once she has answers.[/color]

[color=BB502A][b]H I S T O R Y . . .[/b][/color]
[color=808080]The Sunless Lands is the place of cold death, and yet this is where Nicolosia's tribe called home. They are known by many names, Chasind, Agadi, Exiled. She does not know what the sins of her ancestors were to be cast away to such a desolate place, but their exile changed them fundamentally. By the time she was born the tribe was well established, large enough to qualify as a fair sized town which was an accomplishment in of itself. The cold makes man cruel though, and so despite how the tribe flourished it did so in a way that was reminiscent of a snake eating it's own tail. In this scenario though, it was the tribes elders eating their young. 

Not in the literal sense, which ought to have been a relief to the children of the exiled, but to Nicolosia, who was handed her first axe at the tender age of six, she felt only trepidation. She can vividly recall the stiffness of her mothers hug that day, how she'd held so tightly to Nico bruises had later formed, and then she was being dragged away with four other children her age and tossed into a pin like they were rabid dogs. There was a crowd surrounding them, the cheers of the bored and the cruel drowning out the cries of their mothers. On a raised platform sat the three elders, impassive to it all.

[color=566475]"The last of you standing,"[/color] one of the old men had called out over the crowd, riveting Nicolosia's attention. [color=566475]"Will get to live to see another day. Let the game begin."[/color] This is her first memory, not of the tender and soft love her mother exuded, not of her younger brother's adorably chubby cheeks, not of warm meals and song singing. It was looking into the terrified eyes of four children whom she knew, and knowing that only one of them would come out of this alive. 

[color=BB502A][i]I don't want to die.[/i][/color] That single thought had rang through her mind as she reacted purely on instinct, clumsily swinging the axe until she was left standing alone in a blood soaked pin, reduced to little more than a scared animal backed into a corner. That was the thought that stuck with her over the next eleven years. The tribe had been practicing their cruel game for at least five generations now, they had it down to a meticulous science with their excuses lined up for any who may have found blatant murder of children too much to stomach. They knew they could choose an exact amount of children ranging from ages six to ten, that they could have then fight each other to the death once a year every year, the winners each year never knew peace, they were always thrown back in. They knew this method would not handicap their tribe with too many unnecessary deaths. They swore it was simply to keep the tribes minds from slipping during the coldest months, to give them something to look forward to. 

They made promises too, telling the children who fought each year that if they won they could become the villages champion. It wasn't like they had any choice, it was do or die and the pretty little lies they tacked on just served to make Nico more restless. As she grew older her father trained her harder and harder, determined that it would always be his child who made it back alive. Late at night, when she woke from the sticky grasp of one nightmare only to fall into another, Nicolosia wondered if these were the sins they were exiled for. Had her ancestors had always been so uncaring for human life, or had banishing them to such a place simply stolen what was left of their humanity. She learned how to live and breathe death, has the scars to prove no battle is easily won, and below each victory a seed of hatred for the elders and their ways festered within her. 

It took years of her playing their cruel games before she realized the elders and the culture they'd created for her tribe was not destined to remain as it always had. It started as all rebellions do, with a whisper. The whispers grew as the tribes discontent did, parents were less willing to have children knowing they were likely to be sent to their slaughter only six years after their birth. The whispers grew louder, until the fools who had once advocated for the games became disillusioned. Nico was at the head of it all, she had no other choice but to be. She'd become the tribes unofficial champion, and when she shed her coat in the height of their winter to bare her scars to all who could see, it all fell apart for the elders. She had become cherished by even the cruel, and the evidence of their sin's written across her body, still that of a child's, seemed to awaken them for the first time in decades. 

Nicolosia's last game ended much as the first had began, with her staring into the terrified eyes of someone who was helpless to do anything before she cut them down. She did not show any of the remorse she had with the other children of her tribe when she killed the elders. It had been their punishment and her payment for years of suffering, and when it was all done, when the tribe had successfully been reformed a year later, she finally got a glimpse at what peace could be. She never put down her axe, the fear that had awakened in her as a child could not be tempered by something as simple as justice, but blood no longer sat beneath her nail beds. She was able to watch her younger brother live the sort of life that had been stolen from her and so many others, she'd made friends and picked up silly hobbies her new free time afforded her. 

All was well, and in a perfect world it would have stayed as such. In this world though, a strange man came making promises of trades and access to new resources. The tribe had been impressed by what appeared to be a noble man and his determination to cross the Sunless Lands simply to offer them a new start. It was the start of the end though, because once their deals had been made and the man had left sickness came for her people. She watched day after day as friends and family slowly succumbed to the sickness, her hands trembling as she helped care for the ill. It was her father who had sent her away, her mother and brother laying on their death beds between the two of them. 

[color=3C6E51][i]"You cannot remain here, you haven't fallen ill yet. You can live on."[/i][/color] His voice had been so somber, devoid of the desperation and anguish that had been laced in everyone else for the last week. He sounded as close to death as her family looked laying before her. She had refused, argued, screamed, and raged at him, but in the end her father had remained resolute in his decision in a way that she could not easily refute. [color=3C6E51][i]"If you won't leave willingly, then I will exile you. I won't watch another one of my children die, not when you've barely gotten to live.[/i][/color] 

For the first time in her life, Nicolosia left the Sunless Lands. She wondered often what it meant to be exiled twice over, it often felt as if she was fleeing something, though she was not certain what it was. It had only been three months of her traveling, living in the wilds, mourning those she'd lost, when she heard of The Rethari Blades. For the first time since she'd been exiled, it felt as if purpose was being breathed into her. She did not want to fight, did not want to participate in some act for the greater good while her tribe succumbed their their sickness elsewhere, but she knew it was the only chance she'd get at doing something other than simply living in fear and guilt. And perhaps, if she is lucky, she will catch wind of a mysterious noble man offering poisonous resources to the innocent. Justice didn't cure the fear, but it felt nice all the same. [/color]

[color=BB502A][b]R E L A T I O N S . . .[/b][/color]
[color=808080]Anything beyond familial love and close friendships is lost on Nicolosia, though she would not be opposed to romance she does feel as if she is not deserving of something so soft. She doesn't entertain the idea often, for the thought of being so unworthy of something as simple as love makes her feel ill, but perhaps someday she will find someone to be vulnerable enough to share those thoughts with.

As far as she knows, everyone from her tribe is dead from the sickness.[/color]

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[center][color=BB502A][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=808080]#BB502A[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=BB502A][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=808080]Sleepy Tani[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=BB502A][b]signature[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=808080]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=808080]Sleepy[/color][/center][/sub][/justify][/cell]
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