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Name: Kain Dresal
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lean, with messy dark hair. Beneath his peculiar styled clothing his skin is spotted with tattoos and odd piercings.

Personality

Lone wolf, rebel, anarchist.
His family was posh and well off but the uptight life didn't suit him, when his younger sister fell sick and eventually died, nothing held him to his home and Kain ran away to live on the steers instead. He can be arrogant and rude but it's all a defence to hide his fear of emotional attachment.
'People always let you down in the end.'

Power:

Metal infinity. (Think magneto but with a touch requirement)
Kain slowly discovered his powers working ridiculous hours as an apprentice mechanic for less then minimum wage.
He developed a connection to the cars and bikes, at first being able to determine faults then slowly rectifying them without lifting a tool.
He is afraid and curious of his ability so keeps it secret to himself but has learnt that just by touching metal he can control and manipulate it into any shape or form. (Even liquid)
He loves to experiment and push his limits and test his powers boundaries.

Additional

Since acquiring his powers Kain thinks himself a bit of a daredevil rock star.
His over inflated ego and lack of respect for authority have caused his good intentions to be classified as criminal. Currently wanted for theft, destruction of public property, intent to cause harm and evading arrest. (Handcuffs can't hold him)
Father works for some big evil corporation - his testing made Kain's sister sick - secretly may not be dead.

Connections

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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a sudden shiver ran down his spine. The young man clothed in tattered rags sits up swiftly, brushing his unkempt dark brown hair from his face as he turns to look towards the latest intruder.
His vibrant green eyes flash with concern as untrustfully they follow the latest patrons movements.
'Who was this? What did he want?' the thoughts filled his mind as something unknowingly bugged him about this strangers presence.
@Balthazar007

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@Dark LightI only have one question. Did you intend to make an antihero, or a villain?

@auspiciousPetal

Antihero I guess, I changed his life of crime to good intentions interpreted as criminal actions, he hasn't got the hero 'get out of jail free card' yet.

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@auspiciousPetal
Sorry if I missed the layout requirements,
Hope this ok. May need some more work.

Name: Kain Dresal
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lean, with messy dark hair. Beneath his peculiar styled clothing his skin is spotted with tattoos and odd piercings.

Personality

Lone wolf, rebel, anarchist.
His family was posh and well off but the uptight life didn't suit him, when his younger sister fell sick and eventually died, nothing held him to his home and Kain ran away to live on the steers instead. He can be arrogant and rude but it's all a defence to hide his fear of emotional attachment.
'People always let you down in the end.'

Power:

Metal infinity. (Think magneto but with a touch requirement)
Kain slowly discovered his powers working ridiculous hours as an apprentice mechanic for less then minimum wage.
He developed a connection to the cars and bikes, at first being able to determine faults then slowly rectifying them without lifting a tool.
He is afraid and curious of his ability so keeps it secret to himself but has learnt that just by touching metal he can control and manipulate it into any shape or form. (Even liquid)
He loves to experiment and push his limits and test his powers boundaries.

Additional

Since acquiring his powers Kain thinks himself a bit of a daredevil rock star.
His over inflated ego and lack of respect for authority have caused his good intentions to be classified as criminal. Currently wanted for theft, destruction of public property, intent to cause harm and evading arrest. (Handcuffs can't hold him)
Father works for some big evil corporation - his testing made Kain's sister sick - secretly may not be dead.

Connections

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A strange Island.

Interested

The Loerynn Chronicles

@Gat Izen

@Dark Light are we linking?

@Gat Izen

Hope so :)

The Loerynn Chronicles

@Gat Izen@CoxzemuN

My Blackborn is now lost and wondering in the Elven Jaeldanaar forest.

The Loerynn Chronicles

[1:1]
Uurohgak Krul sat cross legged on the hard dirt floor, taking shelter from the blazing sun beneath the shade of a crude make shift lean-to, its cover sheets violently bellowing in the wind.
This humble little outpost sat on the edge of a rocky outcrop located on the outskirts of the great Boldin Mines.
Opposite the young blackborn sat a short stout dwarf, his beard bushy and his face lined with age. A stone pipe hung from the corner of his mouth where it always lived. His blue eyes almost always peering through a swift endless cloud of thin frail smoke.
Yarsorli Silverdigger, Uurohgak Krul had come to think of him as a friend, and to some regard he was, but that never stopped the dwarf from swindling the Blackborn for all his worth.
Undoubtably the dwarfs were excellent metal smiths and crafters.
Uurohgak had come seeking aid for his injured and troubled jaw.

Yarsorli the gracious host and dwarf he was had kindly offered some complimentary sustenance for the frail tribesman, although after a few hours of drinking the concoction and making some ill purchases, Uurohgak's spinning head and helpless grin told him it was nothing more than some typical thick dwarven ale. By this point he didn't really care of the slight deception.

Jaw still broken, a large new Khopesh in hand and a belly full of mead, Uurohgak Krul and his wolf ally Reshy took off in the direction of the Jaeldanaar forest, fresh on the trail of Yaraan, a Blackborn messenger who recently passed the Boldin mines. News had spread through Boldin of the messengers passing and the intoxicated Uurohgak was anxious and curious to accompany him on his trip home.

It was after about an hour of steady travel into the Jaeldanaar forest that a heavy headed Uurohgak and confused Reshy found themselves lost and without a trail to follow. The two had been spun around and couldn't discern one direction from another. Reshy's nose was also unhelpful as it became deceived by strange and unusual scents.
While they made good time catching on Yarran over the plains between the Dwarven mines and Elven forest, now with every blind second-guessed step they were falling further behind. Uurohgak was now feeling the after effects of the Dwarven ale and worry of his choices began to set in. It was now hit or miss. Finally the duo chose a direction and ran with it, saying a silent prayer to the mother wolf as they put their fate in her hands.

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NAME: Uurohgak Krul
RACE: Blackborn
APPEARANCE: Krul is thin for a Blackborn tribesman, his large wide skeletal frame awaiting the nourishment he requires. His growth impeded by the broken jaw he currently carries.
His scarred face is hidden beneath a skull mask, both protecting and hiding his shameful injuries. Two large canine fangs piece the lobes of his ears.
His shoulders and chest are built up by a thick dark fur poncho, lined by clay plates. Protruding bone, tusks and antlers woven together make for a large sharp intimidating shoulder pad reaching over his upper arm and onto his chest, sitting on top of the furs.
Leather straps spiral around and down his arms. A makeshift claw is tightly bound to his left wrist and hangs ready for easy access. That same hand is missing it's pinky finger and half of the one next to it.
His right forearm is circled by bone shards over tight bound thin fur.
Sinewy thick ropes bind a circular metal plate to his stomach, it has been fashioned by markings of his tribe.
Around his waist hang his two weapons amongst the thick lavish furs of a rich skirt like long loin cloth. Beneath that simple loose pants reach down to tight dirty leather boots.

Clan:
Shurum Kha-raul
Wolf companion: Aze-Resh Gruul (Reshy)
Description:
Reshy is a large old wolf, the once midnight black fur now fading with streaks of silver and grey having lost all its majestic shine. His senses are not as sharp as they once were and his movement has slowed. Reshy did not originally belong to Krul, but when his partner died trying to save Krul's wolf pup from a mutated beast, Reshy saved Krul, the only survivor, and took the young tribesman back to camp where he is now frowned upon for fleeing.

Weapons:
>list][*]Hand axe - offhand
[*]Short sword - main-hand
[*]Short spears - med range
[*]Khopesh - two handed
[*]Claws - honourand ceremonial

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finger dance game that cost his fingers

The finger dance is a game played by the blackborn of the Ghath-Rhul tribe. The finger dance is played by at least two people and consists of throwing a hand axe at each other. One must catch the axe or leap over it without missing a step.

The Loerynn Chronicles

Hmm, not sure where I should start off.