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"I've lived too long and seen too much. It's time to make History, not witness it."

Name: Theadore Doubeblade

Age: 400

Gender: Male

Race: Deurgar 

Rank: Unranked - Not affiliated with the Dawn Covenant

Personality: Smart, kind, loyal, angry, drunken, the list goes on. You want to know him you had best start asking around or you might not get an answer! Theadore enjoys putting on an air of mystery and intrigue, or simply having fun at someones expense, but in a fight you want him on your side for sure. Courageous and honorable to a fault he can be relied on for any task from messenger boy to assassin. 

Bio / Short post: You wish to know of the kind souled Dwarf that came from the deepest darkness, do you? I cannot say I blame you for the curiosity as this one is a rarity the like you may never find again. Thankless bastard was born hundreds of years ago in a world without light, a world that carried trillions of tons of dirt, stone, and fear about 40 feet from your head at any and all times. Deurgar are regarded as the Deep Dwarves, ashen grey skin and eyes with white or brown beards and a nasty temper. These fellows are not to be trifled with either, hailed as the greatest metal workers in the world with access to mother earths limitless grace. Mithril weapons pass hands for spare change some days for cryin' out loud!

Deep in this dark hell shines the forges of the Deurgar, the only light to ever grace this shadowy existence, and it was in the light of one such forge that a dwarf lad toiled away with a smile and a whistle, unthanked and often hated for his optimism and unending sense of good cheer. Life was hard below the earth and you had to be strong to survive, and strong was Theadore in spades. Not military trained he was unskilled with sword and shield but his formative years were spent swinging an 80 pound hammer endlessly for about fifty years. Chiseled from the stone and just as sturdy he was a sight to behold when he was given a weapon. 
Killed 100 trained Deurgar soldiers in a fit of rage one day, nobody knows why but some say it was the confinement of this place what drove him bonkers, but he fought the system and roamed the darkness lookin' for the light. Light none of his kind had ever seen before. Crazy thing is the son of a hippo found it. How else could he still grace the sun every morning.

A smart man, decently trained and well armed, Theadore rose to the surface world in search of a different purpose and found it in the man whom nowadays is called the Most High Grand Ocular, a man of immense power and skill who trains the most respected and unknown fighting force to grace the bleakness of our world as we know it. This finger waggler met a strange Dwarf one day and found they could tolerate each other, eventually becoming allies, and to this day have a bond of friendship stronger than any metal I've ever worked with! The sight of 'em takes my breathe away, it does honest and for true, for never have I claimed to have met a man more noble and true of purpose. 
Still an elf, but not so bad as far as elves go these days. 

The two o' them set course for an island one day, out on a whim, and sure enough those crazy bastards found it alright! Swarmin' with danger and untamed monsters in every shadow but oooh these two were made of something else. No foe too big, no enemy too fast, no armor too thick, and no challenge too daunting for the skills these two possessed. They settled the island in their wake one step and one swing of a sword at a time. Made a castle years later, learned some things, taught some of it, and made a legend! 
The island is home to the Watchers, boy, and you had best fear what these people can do. I've seen giants thrown around like children by a single Golem who had overcome the curse of the turning. Don't believe me eh? Not my problem.
But know this; Theadore Doubleblade is no pushover in his old age. 

I'll still crush the skull of any creature thinks they have what it takes to end my legacy.4

Weapons:

Magic: Basilisk training.

As a special part of training for the prodigies of the island a rare and concentrated form of ritual lasting years at a time depending on the individual can grant them extraordinary powers exclusive to the magic of this secluded and unreachable homeland nestled in the nothingness of the ocean.

Basilisks have been given the blessing to create poisons and powerful toxins from their own body, effects vary depending on the desired effect. Theadore is a master of his craft, nearly 250 years of learning and experimentation has given the Deep Dwarf the ability to shrug off even the most lethal of toxins and recognize others quickly. Unlike others of the Basilisk school he has even developed a technique to create an antidote in his blood stream.
Other skills involve acidic spit, nasty way to go. Theadores sweat is often applied to his war axe and can drop an ogre within moments. 
His greatest skill is the poison nova, releasing a wave of toxic gas wherever he points his hands. 

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The High Ocular

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Renmer

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Magic
Conjuration/Summon The Void- a portal to the void between worlds is opened, like a black hole it sucks in all but whom the caster wishes to be unaffected.
Pyromancy/Hellfire Storm- fiery ravines are opened in the earth, releasing fire and lava to then be controlled by the caster, creating a firestorm.
Illusion/Army of One- multiple copies of the caster appear, each with the same powers as the original.
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