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[b]Biographical Section[/b]

[b]Name[/b]: Jagred Degray
[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Race:[/b] Caucasian
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] At first glance, Jagred often has the looks of some college guy who stayed up late for one too many assignments: tired, mildly bored, completely with dark circles under his eyes and a pale complexion. His eyes are a cold blue much like the winter sky, giving him a sharp, distant gaze, which is further enhanced by his bony jaws and straight nose. His hair is a dark blond, with black and brown strands mix in. He almost never bothers to touch the comb, usually just leave his hair as it is. Among his peers, he is considered tall, standing at 6’2’’, but with an unfortunate tendency to slouch. Despite his height, Jagred is hardly qualified as intimidating, instead leaning more on the athletic side. 
[b]Homeland:[/b] England
[b]History:[/b] Jagred grew up in the outskirt of London with his foster mother, who owned a small-time business nearby. His childhood was entirely uneventful, albeit a few fights now and then during his years in school, which most dismissed as childish scuffles. But Jagred knew better. He knew something was wrong with him, that somehow, he was different. Fights, conflicts, violence in all forms called for him, and he found himself crave it. It wasn’t an intense feeling, just a slight tug at the back of his mind every time a fight occurred in his presence. However, that was enough bother him. Jagred was no angel, but his mother had raised him well, so he found the idea of mindless violence both repulsive and unnecessary. 

When it was time for him to leave home for college, Jagred struggled to keep himself in check, as his mother’s calming presence was no longer there. He actively tried to interact with others, keeping up fake smiles and a pleasant façade, believing that if he kept up the nice guy act, his urges would just pass. It never did though. He just learnt how to ignore its constant nagging more effectively. Soon enough, life was looking up for him. While working through his last year in college, he was offered a bartending job at one of the local bars. Not a very good idea for someone with his ‘affliction’, but he took it anyway, wanting to try out his limits. To his surprise, the calling had died out into a distant buzz, enabling him to safely watch fights from a far without wanting to jump in and show the participants how it was actually done. However, the peace only lasted for so long. When the crows appeared, his life just turned upside down. The urge came back, stronger than ever. He ignored it for as long as he could, but after the brief conversation with Hugin and Munin, he knew he couldn’t keep running forever. Might as well get this over with and return to his life. So he called his mother that night, knowing full-well that she was at the shop, and left a message. She wouldn’t be very happy, but then, she trusted him enough.

 The very next morning, Jagred appeared at the airport, his meager luggage in tow, ready to head for this egmatic Runes and Things. 

[b]Mechanical Section[/b]

[b]Heroic Role:[/b] Fighter/ Damage Dealer 
[b]Priority 1 Attributes:[/b] Quickness, Dexterity and Stamina
Priority 2 Attributes: Charisma, Perception, Strength and Manipulation
Priority 3 Attributes: Intelligence and Appearance
[b]Primary Purview:[/b] War
Secondary Purviews: Chaos and Fire
Tertiary Purviews: Death and Darkness
[b]Primary Trainings:[/b] Battle, Conversation and Endure
Secondary Trainings: Larceny, Drive, Heal and Research
Tertiary Trainings: Art, Politics and Sniper
[b]Jotunblut:[/b] Yes

[b]Personal Section[/b]

Romance: Opt-in, I guess.
Play style: I’m actually fine with whatever, really. But action-oriented missions are preferable; having choices would be nice and complex missions actually sound pretty good.

Signature: Red’s here. And yes, you can do whatever with my character if deemed necessary. I’ll be sad for a while, but I’ll get over it. [/hider]