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Name: Dalick Falinson

Age: 33

Race: Dwarf

Gender: male

Sexuality: straight

Class: Slayer

Appearance:

Weapon(s): Two runed hand axes

Armor: N/A

Personal Trinkets: A cherry wood pipe

Short History: Dwarfs are above all very proud individuals and do not cope easily with failure or personal loss. Should a Dwarf suffer some terrible personal tragedy, he will be inconsolable. The loss of his family, his hoard, or failure to uphold a promise can seriously unhinge the mind of any Dwarf. Young Dwarfs forsaken in love often never recover from the blow to their pride. Whatever the cause, Dwarfs who have suffered what they perceive to be a serious loss of honor will often forsake the fellowship of their family and friends for a life of self-imposed exile.

Leaving their home stronghold as far behind as possible, they wander in the wilderness brooding on the misery of existence. Having broken with everything he holds dear, the Dwarf deliberately seeks death by hunting out and fighting large monsters and in death redeeming his honor in the eyes of the ancestor gods. These Dwarfs are called Slayers. They are stern and laconic individuals, not much given to talking about themselves, and they tend to be horribly scarred as a result of their encounters with Trolls, Giants, Dragons and other monsters.

To show their shame slayers shave their head bare except for a strip that runs down the middle of their head, then dye that strip and beard bright orange, while using pig grease to stiffen it into a crest. In this way they honor Grimnir the patron god of slayers and the very first slayer. Their way of life invariably means that many achieve their ambition and are slain at the hands of whatever ferocious beast they have confronted. Others, the least successful ones in a sense, tend to survive either because they are the toughest, the fastest or most determined. This process of natural selection weeds out all those who do not have exceptional abilities, so you can be fairly sure that any Slayer you meet is exceptionally tough, violent, and psychopathically dangerous.

Dalick became a slayer himself three years ago for reasons that he refuses to share regardless of who may ask, in fact he doesn't much talk about anything about himself from before he was a slayer. That being said it's hard to get him to shut up about anything else once you get him started, be it a "spindly armed elf" to how poorly a house was built, Dalick just loves to talk about it. However no matter how friendly he seems he's still a slayer and as such he's only really happy when he has a chance to lose his life.
Is there still room in this?
Is there still room here or is it full
Who are we waiting on
Alright posted up
Dagr, big ole fat group of everyone, with Arcana, and Simon

Dagr watched Arcana move off to join the group of people heading into purgatory, with a puzzled expression. He put a hand on his cheek and stood there for a second a little dumbfounded, [i]what just happened[i] he thought. The giant shook his head and took a breath before striding after the rest of them. If anyone had been looking closely at the young Jotun just then they would see a much darker tint to his blue face right around his cheeks.

"How many of you have even BEEN in Purgatory?" Simon said as Dagr joined the rest of them, "Anywhere that serves chicken" he rumbled before he could stop him self. A few pairs of eye's turned to look at him at the uncharacteristic show of opinion, he cleared his throat a little uncomfortably before continuing "I have to eat a high protein diet for wrestling" he finished resorting back to his rough grumble.
I'll post up here in a little bit
is cool aph rl comes first
Posts up its not much of one though
Dagr, Arcana, Jack, Simon, Tree group

Dagr held up a hand in greeting as Xander and Anais walked up to join them at the tree, he ran his eye's over the big crowd that had shown up at the tree at the same time. Did this happen a lot he wondered, had this tree always been so popular? He looked at the massive plant again, it lived up to its name easily but it was still just a plant, he just couldn't figure out why people flocked to this thing. Just then Simon jumped up and was inviting everyone to go eat, it honestly didn't sound like a bad idea Dagr thought with a frown, but he did have homework. On the other hand Jack would jump at a chance to go into the city and frankly Dagr didn't trust his hyperactive friend to not get lost. Oh well I don't really need that much sleep anyway Dagr thought before looking to Jack and nodding, the simple gesture saying that he was willing to go if Jack was.

There was a soft thud behind him and a sputtering noise, Arcana must have woke up. He jerked slightly as the harpy poked him in the side, not from the talon but the heat coming off of the girls body. He turned to look at her wondering what she wanted.
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