Name: Kull Arkan Rabul Race - Magical Gender - Male Age - 32 Apearance:  History: The ancient tribes of Karu are primitive, practical, hardened people. Living under the blazing sun, where those of lesser strength wither away adn die, and almost no plants grow, every day is a battle for survival. They hunt the Shur'Ji, La'Ji, and the Tou'Ji, their names for the Sandscorpions, the White Rhinoceros, and the Dragons. They gather water from the blood of those they kill, and every warrior who dies serves as food for his tribe. This is the life of a Karu Tribesman. Kull, named after the setting sun, was a A'Ra of his tribe, the Arkan. This was the highest rank of warrior, a prohecied one who would guide the tribe to greatness. Granted great powers by Ra'Tu'Ji, the Spirit of Warriors, and blessed by the A'Tu of the tribe. He drank first of the blood of the fallen, and he led the celebrations, when the heavens showered down their mercy. Great was he, and even the Shur'Ja feared him, for he wore the armor of their queen, and had drank from her heart. And then came the Stranger. A figure with skin as white as the La'Ji, or the Sha'Ji which slither through the boilign sands. He wore clothes to cover the skin, but he walked unbothered by the burnign rays. His eyes were a burning azure, and his people had assumed him to be a Tu'Ji from the far north, a land of mysticism and wonder. he had tasted from their food, and drank the blood of warriors. He was made guest, and a celebration was held in his honor. But the man was no Tu'ji, he was merely A, as they were all. But he was twisted, broken. Kull'Ra had fought the northern A, and he had witnessed his green flames. His tribe had been wiped out, their corpses mangled and torn, burnt from the inside. Adn yet, Kull'Ra had lived, having tasted the northern A's blood but once. he was but Kull, no longer worthy of his title, as his people lay burnt beneath his feet. It was then that he offered himself to the whims of the Tu'Ji, to hunt alone and unguided through the great sands. He came across a Shur'Ji, it's armor a blazing white, and it's eyes burning azure. he fought, and killed it, drinking from it's blood, and donning it's armor. He offered the heart to the Tu'Ji, a thank you, for he had a purpose. He would travel to lands far north of here, and find the A that had stolen everything from him. And he would offer the A's blood to the Tu'Ji. Magic: Kul has the power to take into him the power of the fallen by drinking their blood. He gains their memories, their skills,a nd their power, added to his own. Mostly, this manifests as a tattoo that burns itself into his body, although the tattoos on his chest move around and shift to show the power of these souls. From the Shur'Ji, he has gained hardened skin, as well as an immunity to venom. From the La'Ji he has gained great strength, the power of ten men. From the Tou'Ji he has gained an immunity to fire, and teeth as sharp as daggers. From his fallen brethren, he has gained skills and experience, making him the greatest Warrior to walk the sands of Karu. But from the gift of the Tu'Ji, the white Shur'Ji, he gained the ability to sense the presence and direction of his prey, the A'Ki who burned down his tribe.