Warrior Cahir

Name: Cahir

Alias: Clay(Preferred name)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance:

6’0

Onyx eyes

Brown hair

Fair skin

Sharp Canines

Species: Enhanced Human

Age: (Unknow looks to be in his late Teens or early 20’s)

Personality: Quiet, Angry, Threatening, Violent

Gender: Male

Sexuality:[Finds zero use in love or friendships]

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Occupation: Knight

Weapon/Paraphernalia:

Various melee weapons both sharp and blunt

Powers:

• Broadsword Proficiency
• ​​​Enhanced Axemanship
• Enhanced Flailmanship
• Enhanced Hammermanship
• Enhanced Macemanship
• Enhanced Polearm Proficiency
• Enhanced Shieldmanship
• Enhanced Staff Proficiency
• Enhanced Swordsmanship
• Knife Proficiency
• Lance Proficiency

• Enhanced Combat

• Combat Specialist
• Tactical Genius
• Apathy
• Rage of the gladiator (Pretty much Adrenaline on steroids) so:
• Rage Empowerment
• Accelerated Perception
• Agility, Speed, and Strength are Upped

Weaknesses:

Can still be killed

Can always be outmatched

Hatred for Humans and Angels

Backstory: Growing up with warriors isn’t fun, the constant fighting mixed with the fear of death. I was supposed to be trained and ready by the time I was 15…I was dropped from a cliff…filled with the bones of other…Failures. But I came back…surviving off nothing but raw meat and berries, and everyone was sure surprised…they took me seriously and trained me thoroughly and that BASTARD I HAVE TO CALL A FATHER TRIED TO TREAT ME AS HIS SON! AS IF THE PAST 6 YEARS DIDN’T HAPPEN….Tch…I wasted that bastard the moment I could…I was then the commander of army…by 15 and I already done my studying and my training..I was “Perfect”…hm I hate my life…

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