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"Hey, buddy, the church shop is down the street."
"I'm the Warden of this North."[/collapse]

[color=red]There are an increasing number of people who think that I have to put out everything for an ERP, so here's a disclaimer, just skim my profile to see if you're interested. If you're not interested in doing that, then just say you're not interested in me, because you need at least higher than 1st grade reading skills to actually do anything on this site, let alone play with me.[/color]

A human guy with a heavy past who's a bare knuckled fighter. He has no real home, being born to a drunkard swordsman and a barmaid who fancied her own knight. A nomad by accepted fate, rather than choice of life, he lived the first few years of his life in hiding beside his mother, and then on the streets in the village, making sure he wasn't caught. When he became old enough to survive on his own(the ripe age of 8), he set out on an adventure, searching the lands for comforts, like busty women and a quick death. He isn't as cold as someone with such a dark -- maybe edgy -- past would seem, and he is actually quite affectionate and warm when comforted by a woman of hearty proportions. He isn't very skeptical of people who might try to hurt him either; If he had something to lose by refusing kindness, he would figure it's not really worth being in his hands in the first place

As for his character, he's basically a scraggly vagrant man who has stone skin on bits of his body that undergo bruising or damage. This is his form of scabbing, because of a curse; you know how it goes, mad church tries controlling the people, people get stuck with curses, eternal gods wrapped in chains, the whole nine yards of holy tomfoolery. He managed to get out of the town, but the church figured out that something was up and he was hunted down over time, the hunts taking him through various lands where he had to fight his way through a mess of nonsense like giants, ogres, cyclopses, and magical donkeys that ask riddles with a wrong answer leading to your ears being chewed off and your stomach kicked in (he was a bit more immune to those things than its other victims, but it still hurt). He roams the land seeking comforts and peace of mind, and while death is as comforting to him as a busty woman, he normally lives day to day, trying to get away from the church, since he fears that his fate would be worse than death at their hands.

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While he's not made for combat RP, he has a mean punch, and he fights near naked due to a curse beset upon him and all children hailing from his village who were born of impure relations. The church would turn every child born within the village into a carrier for a curse that would be passed on if the two parents were to have a child before marriage. The ceremony of marriage involved an anti curse to make sure no child born of those parents would be cursed. If two people, who were married to a different spouse than their child bearer, did interact sexually, the resulting child would not be cursed, due to the anti curse, a fact that the church overlooked. These cursed, "Bastard" children had the ability to grow a tougher skin over time that would make their own skin as hard and durable as steel. The children born of this curse often did not live long, as the church would seek out any newborns of "impure love", killing the parents and beating the child into a hideous creature; the curse allowed cells to repair and become more resilient, meaning the child could be forced to "evolve" into a beast. When the clerics are done beating a Bastard into a monster, they call in the paladin, who is unaware of the beast's creation, and simply believes they are true heroes, destroying the wicked beasts created by sin.
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