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:
- Alpha Human Physiology
- Enhanced condition (Type II)
Abilities:
- Broadsword Proficiency
- Enhanced Axemanship
- Enhanced Flailmanship
- Enhanced Hammermanship
- Enhanced Macemanship
- Enhanced Polearm Proficiency
- Enhanced Shieldmanship
- Enhanced Staff Proficiency
- Enhanced Swordsmanship
- Knife Proficiency
- Lance Proficiency
- 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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