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Reposting the finished bio by request:
Name: Tomarul Valpar
Age: 34
Element: Earth.
Race: Wolvenier (Humanoids created by the gods to dwell in the northern mountains and to guard the demons sealed in the Great Divide, lined on each side by the tall sentinels within Aor’s Belt, many of these bipedal wolves have wandered into hominid settlements, bringing their language and ways with them. Common traits include increased hair growth, a larger amount of muscle mass, a wolf like facial structure, with pointed nose and ears on top of the head, a tail sprouting from the hindquarters, enhanced senses, the ability to see in the dark, claws in the hands, abnormal leg design, making it nearly impossible for them to where footwear, and abnormal tallness. Wolvenier are abnormally gifted warriors, though most lack the social skills possessed by the more civil hominid races.)
Appearance: Tomarul, in typical wolvenier fashion, is covered in a soft layer of fur, colored a dusty grey, with black highlights, as if he were scorched and charred by some unkwnown source. Tomarul stands about 5' 6", much shorter than any wolvenier, which stands as a testament to his human mother. He is packed with wiry, hard packed muscle, designed for hard hitting, precise, and decimating quick strikes. His nose is quite pointed, much like the rest of his race, and his fangs are just as snarly and yellow as any of the fiercest of his race, and he makes a point of smiling or snarling as much as possible to show them off to the utmost effect. His eyes are a soft blue, resting at the base of his large snout.
Tomarul's clothing is somewhat typical for his race. His chest is completely bare, and his bottom half is covered with a pair of leather, stitched pants. They end right about where his haunches begin, and his feet are light, quick, and evenly spaced. Around his waist he wears a leather belt, with a multitude of metal blades attached to it, varying in size and length. Lastly, Tomarul wears a grey, wide brimmed wizard's hat, merely for the aesthetic feel.
Equipment: Tomarul carries two leather gauntlets, one on each hand, designed to be fit with the blades he carries around his waist through an innovative use of electro magnetism. They have slots woven into his three primary knuckles, and these act more as a guide then a fastener, keeping the blades pointed straight, while the magnetic field generated by Tomarul keeps them quite firmly on his body. The blades themselves are all made of good, well tempered steel, and are the only physical weapons he utilizes, and number about twenty, circled around his waist, with the longest being the size of a common short sword.
Skills/Abilities: Tomarul has a wide variety of abilities and skills, ranging from the martial to the homely.
Combat: Tomarul, over the course of 30 years, has perfected his own, unique fighting style, thanks to the rather militaristic wolvinier society. He is a master when equipped with even as much as a single claw on one hand, and is quite adept at fighting unarmed, given the opportunity. As he wears no armor, he is unencumbered in combat. This is gives him maximum maneuverability, and paired with his great speed and flexibility, he is adept at dodging attacks, his main defense in combat.
Magnetic Fields: Tomarul posses a very strong magnetic field. He can control the intensity, as well as the nature of the field, as in if it attracts metals, or repulses them. This is his main method of attaching his blades to him, as well as being able to launch them off of his hand with the same accuracy and power as that of a common crossbow. These fields also allow him to pull and push his enemies, granted they are wearing some type of metal on them. The type of armor they wear, as well as the relative size of the pieces, where they are located on the body, and the overall size and balance of the individual all influence how much he can pull or push them without hurting himself. This magnetic field stretches around him in a 6' radius, but he can extend this distance at the expense of his own well being, much in the same as he can increase the power of his shoves and pulls. If he were to try and move something beyond his strength, he would begin to bleed from the nose, and prolonged exertion of his power may even lead to other implications, such as trouble breathing, numbness in the limbs, and even internal breathing or aneurysms.
Woodsmen Training: Tomarul has had extensive training in camp skills, mainly the art of tracking and hunting, fire building, foraging, basic first aid, and basic herbology. He knows what may kill him if he were to eat it, and what would not.
Tomarul is a skilled acrobat and athlete, his smaller build being a natural advantage over the much larger members of his race, even if he lacks their strength and reach. Even without the larger stature that is normal to his race, he is stronger than the normal human, and has had years of combat experience. He works well alone, and his cunning and strategic mind has been well rewarded within the Wolvinier's militaristic society. He is one of the greatest Hunters of his time, quiet, quick, and deadly.
History: Tomarul was born to a wolvinier general and his human mother. The general had been having an affair for sometime, and had finally got careless, leading to the birth of perhaps the greatest of his children. Tomarul's mother perished during child birth, but the general took his son in, much to his wife's protest. Four years past, and Jelr, the general's wife, became more and more resentful of the proud son that was not her's. He was a fast lad, and smart, his mind processing information faster than that of his brothers. At four years old, his father was presented with a choice. Either his wife could kill the boy that she had tolerated for years, but would not accept were better than her own, or he could be sent away. Regretfully, the general chose to send him away, and gave the small four year old to the military, three years early than what was required of him.
And so began his illustrious career as a soldier and hunter. He was put in simple training with pups almost twice his age, and succeeded in some places, and failed at others. He was the best in his class when put in command, navigating his squad mates into devastating maneuvers, but showed little in the way of teamwork, usually staying back from the action himself. He showed great talent alone, skulking through the shadows, but showed very little skill with blade or axe, the favored weapons of Wolvinier soldiers. As such, he was quickly put into the Courier Corps, running messages throughout the mountains. The danger was little, and he quickly grew bored in the short time he served there.
It was around this time, about his ninth birthday, that his powers first manifested, and as he handed a general a report from a guard station, every piece of armor in the room rattled. The general made note of this, and Tomarul was taken from the Courier branch, and placed within the camp of magically gifted Wolvinier. He was given training focused personally on his own talents and skills, as well as to test and expand upon his own unique abilities. After five years, on his fourteenth birthday, he was deemed worthy of action, and was hand picked to be an elite Huntsman, one of the greatest honors for a Wolvinier.
The Huntsmen, better known simply as Hunters, are a select group within Wolvinier culture. They answer directly to the Council of Generals, and are given total immunity to the law. They are allowed to bend societies laws, as long as they accomplish their goal, which is usually the hunting of deserters, or escaped demons from the Great Rift. They are honored throughout the society, and known by name and face to all Wolvinier. They are living legends in their culture, and are known beyond their kin as dangerous enemies indeed.
Tomarul went on to hunt many; deserters, demons, and even political targets that opposed the Wolvinier. He was one of the best, and after serving his fifteen years of mandatory service, was honorably discharged with everyone of his honors and awards in tact. He now travels, wanting to see more of the world, and visits what few friends he had made in his time in the military. He heard of the tournament through the grapevine, word from mouth, and has come to participate because he needs new challenges, and merely wishes to prove, once and for all, that he is the best of the best.
< Message edited by Riprose123 -- 8/12/2015 21:44:08 >
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