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Name: (Valiant) Ark

Element: [color=ed1c24]Fire/heat[/color]

Age: 21

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: At a towering 6'9"', Ark tends to loom over everyone he meets and his commanding precence and force of will only renforces that feeling. He also has a very muscular build and, benath his armor, he is covered in layer upon layer of scars. He has piercing blue eyes and dark blond hair cut very short.

Theme Song: [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yKOlBZJ7Izs]The Phoenix By Fall Out boy.[/url]

Nature: Ark is an interesting person to say the least. He is hard to get angery, but when he is, his anger explodes like a volcano. Thoughtful and kind, he is willing to put his life on the line for others, yet he can be cynical and apathetic. Loyal and fearless to a fault, he sees no one as his equal. He loves the thrill of combat. He is tough and VERY stubbon he does not quit. EVER. He aspires to be the stronget warrior. He has a good (but dry) sence of humor.

Backstory:
    In recent times, stories have been told of a fearsome giant warrior, born of gods and clad in bright armor made of the sun, wielding a flaming spear and who had the strength to crush mountains. These tales are largly exaggerated as the truth is less dramatic.

    Ark was born in a nameless village to a very poor family. His father was an abusive drunk and his mother was often very sick. They lived in a two room shack with little clothing and blankets to ward off the biting cold seasons. His father beat him often and the other kids made fun of him and threw stuff at him. Dispite this, Ark never lost hope that one day everthing will turn out all right. His mother was a good storyteller and often told him tales of kings, knights, and heros of old. Ark loves to lisen to those tales he dreamed of becoming a hero like them. He also was born with an incurable wander-lust and liked exploring the woods nearby.

	As he grew up, he taught herself how to fight and trained day after day. He also learned to deal with both physical and emotional pain. The other kids soon learned to be wary of him after he single handedly beat a large group that made fun of him. He also stood up to his father more often when he treated him or his mother badly. One day when he was thirteen, he wandered farther in the forest then he had ever gone before, he was suddenly surounded by bandits. They captured him, then bound, blindfolded and gagged him. They took him back to her father, and he learned that his father had sold her to the slavers for a very large sum of money to pay off a massive debt he had accumulated. He was taken away. But, as the slavers were traveling, a mercanary band called Silver Falcon, hired by to hunt slavers, found that group. They slavers fought rather than give up. The band killed the slavers and freed him. One of the mercanaries, a kind pacifist named Marcon found Ark and decided to take him in. He lived with the band for many years and they taught him all about the arts of war. Several years later, when Ark was seventeen, his band was camping near the frontlines, hired to protect a weathy merchant. When a horde of all manner of creatures decended on them. The band knew what they were doing and each and every one of them were skilled fighters, yet there where so many, they were overwhelmed. One by one, they fell, before Ark's eyes he watched his adopted family die. He was soon fighting back to back with Marco, just the pair of them in a sea of enemies. Suddenly one charged forword, headless of its own life at Ark. Ark raised his weapon, but luck wasn't with him. He slipped on somthing and fell to his knees, completely open. The monster raised it's weapon ank Ark could only watch in terror and despair as inevitably, the weapon fell. But at the last second, Marco threw himself in the path of its weapon. The shock of seeing his best friend and mentor die unlocked somthing deep within Ark. His vision went red and the last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Marco's dead smile as his body was cosumed in flames. That image would haunt him for the rest of his life.

   He came to on a massive patch of scorched black earth, unharmed by the flames, but still badly injured. And he was alone. Again. He was not to far from the city of -name-, and the flames had been visable from it. Soldiers rushed to the scene to findout if it was a forest fire or some new devilry but all they found was Ark, clutching a Spear. He and that weapon were the only things not burned beyond reconition. Ark was taken away and treated. Ark was devisted beyond beliefm, but he was determined not to wallow in sadness or grief, but to honor the memories of his comrades by moving forward and making a name for himself. For the next four years, Ark trained non-stop with magic and spear, he traved to many places and soon became known as one of the most reliable mercanaries around.

Goal(s): To become the strongest warrior.

Inventory: 
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Champion's Armor- a fine suit of armor Ark had made by some of the finest blacksmiths out of the best matirials once he had made enough money.

Gungnir- A spear that is of incredibly high quality make. A gift from Marco on Ark's sixteeth birthday. It has no power of its own, but can channel Ark's magic.

A longsword

A dagger

A heavy cloak

Adequate supplies for traveling. (Tent, food, water, ect)

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