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Name:
Decado Firefist

Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Appearance:
Tall, built lean and hard, with dark brown hair going prematurely grey, long, reaching his shoulders. Pale grey eyes, tattoos under his eyes. A beard, trimmed short and also brown, adorns his chin. He dresses in drag colors as a rule, generally using a shirt of chain mail when it comes to armor, as he prefers to work light.

Affinity:
Ice

Bio:
Born to the Northern Tribes, he was taught to fight and kill at an early age. The fact that he was the son of a chieftain mattered little, and he was driven through the same paces as the others, perhaps even harder, considering that the man that was to lead the tribe one day had to prove himself to be better than the rest. His skill showed early, with the blade and with warfare in general, and he proved an apt son for the chieftain. A pity it was then, that he would never be the man to lead his tribe. The tribe got involved in a war when Decado was fifteen. The war went badly for his people, despite his own brilliant engagement in it, and the last battle saw his entire tribe slaughtered, put to the sword or in chains to be sold into slavery.

Decado was among the last, and he was sold to a Sadan bladesmaster, as a helper of the man as he taught those who could pay his high fees the way of the sword. Despite his hatred of being a slave, he found his master a good man, and he found himself fascinated by the man's skills with the blade, which bordered on the supernatural. In turn, the bladesmaster was fascinated by the boy's skill as well, and offered Decado his freedom, if he would apprentice himself to him. Decado agreed, and over the course of ten years Decado was under the tutelage of one of the finest bladesmen in the world. It ended, however, when the Bladesmaster got sick and died. Before he did, he willed everything he owned to his apprentice. Decado, now a man of 25, had no idea how to run businesses and a house, so he sold the houses and businesses, keeping the weapons with a man with whom he invested his money, to keep them safe, keeping only a handful for himself.

With some money that he kept, he traveled back to his homeland, out of curiosity more than anything else, taking two years to reach. The lands that his people had held were now under the hold of anther tribe, and none recognized him. During his time in the north, he found an eagle, the kind that the leaders of his tribe had once used to meld their minds with to scout lands. He had been taught how to do the same, a long time ago, and with practice, he trained the eagle to be his, melding his mind it on occasion, just to keep practice. He lost his interest for the northern lands after a year of exploring, and selling his sword, so he went back south, where tales of the Firefist were already being told. He was a mercenary, and found himself under the employ of the Wolves after a little while, when he was 29. He remained with them ever since.
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His first mission with the Wolves involved the escorting of a caravan through a trading path that was dangerously close to the borders of the northern tribes, one that had been known for being raided on a regular basis by the same tribe that had annihilated Decado's own tribe. Sure enough, along the trip, their caravan was raided by the selfsame tribe, and with Decado leading the charge, they beat the cretins back without much trouble. A second raiding party, larger this time, was met with equal success. The next time, nearly the entire fighting force of the tribe attacked, honor at stake, with the head of the tribe at the fore. Of course, Decado having fought this particular tribe more than anybody else in their escort became something of an unofficial leader of the troop, pulling the larger barbarian force into a trap in the mountains. After that, there were no further attacks, and their trip to their destination and back were relatively uneventful. His skills with dealing with the barbarian tribes, as well as his status as a bladesmaster fit him into a good niche among the Wolves, and he found much work after that. The fact that this massacre was something of a vendetta of Decado's remained quite silent.

Work was not hard to find among men with skills with the blade, and a well known mercenary troop even less so, and Decado found himself without much time to himself, tracking down some bandit group or another, guarding caravans and travelling dignitaries, and even getting himself and fifty men under his command involved in a small war between two of the Soolian city states. During his time, and despite his recent arrival to the Wolves, he became a go to man for the tougher jobs, particularly ones that involved needing either a man known among the Northern tribes, or a bladesmaster.

Skills/Spells:
The ability to meld his mind with his eagle's.

Equipment:
Two sabers, held in a single scabbard on his back, Round shield, Pair of throwing knives,Melfost

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