Name: Kray Erins
Age: 17
Race: Human (Mostly)
Class/Job: Warrior/Monk
Looks: Spry and lanky, but with a lean and muscular build, Kray looks as though he would be quite a good deal weaker then he is, for various reasons. Shaggy black hair adorns his face, and he is rarely seen outside of the company of his relatively massive axe. His body is laced with scars, and a large, twisting brand adorns the back of each hand. His skin is the color of mocha, and his eyes are bright and glistening gold.
Skills/spells:
Berserk: When real combat begins, Kray's bloodlust comes forth and drives him on to deliver stronger and stronger blows upon his enemies. He gets stronger the longer combat lasts, and the more injured he is the harder he hits.
Juggernaut: When started, it is incredibly hard to dissuade Kray from doing something he wishes to do; able to withstand withering amounts of firepower and keep moving foreword, Kray won't drop until he's dead, and won't die until you've thrown the kitchen sink at him.
Fight Me Like a Man: Kray views magic and other long range projectile-type techniques as 'for the birds', and his disdain for them is literally palpable; through a ritual of his old tribe, Kray's body is extremely resilient against magic, and all but the most powerful spells will cause him little trouble.
Weapon: A pair of axes, which have no names. One of them looks to be a handaxe, if a hand was rather large-the head of the weapon is about seven inches across or so, and the haft of it perhaps a foot. His other axe is larger still, the head of it maybe a foot and a half across and the haft perhaps two. These weapons are monstrously heavy, and runic designs flow across their blades. Kray doesn't much notice the weight, it seems.
Gear: His gear consists of a gem on either hand, which seem to act like magnets to the massive axes he wields-when thrown, or left elsewhere, the weapons are pulled back to the gem by some form of magic, though damned if Kray knows or cares what it is. Aside from that, he's a pair of pants and some gold from his last mercenary job, and that's about it.
Personality: Fight loving and fun loving, Kray is a man who asks little of the world-women, wine, and a good hard beat down, on him or the other guy-he's not much partial. There's obviously more to him beneath the surface, but he's been working on drinking that away, and for the most part he's doing a fairly decent job of it.
History: For being seventeen, Kray's seen more then his fare share of fights, and looked for just about each and every one. The last of a dying tribe in the southern Sand Seas, he left several years ago and now wanders as a mercenary, trying to teach these northern folk a good lesson about fighting.
misc.: No warrior skills, so I just kind of made up a couple. If these are too strong or not in flavor, just let me know, I'll change them.