Kraen Guardine
{Kiranu Berserker}
Basic Information:
Name: Kraen Guardine
Age: 23
Bloodline: Kiranu (White Lion)
Gender: Male
Nation: Aramil
Culture: Elvahanan with a slight South Fraxion mix
Languages: De facto, Elvish. Fluent, Common. Basic, Meritia
Religion: Currently none
Title: Citizen
Major Information
Class: Berserker
Sub-Class: None (Yet)
Element: Air
Strength: 8
Speed: 9
Genetic Mods: None so far
Energy: 900
Energy Appearance: Ashen White Aura
Racial Strengths:
Agile.
Skills take half the time to learn.
Sharp Senses.
Ability to see in the dark.
Improved Balance.
Regeneration.
Racial Weaknesses:
Senses can be overwhelmed.
Fairly weak while in human form.
Racial Skills:
Transform
Partial Transformation (E)
Eye of the Tiger (E)
Claw/Tooth Enhancement (D-A) (Currently D-C)
Claw Extension (D)
Battle Roar (D-S)
Class Info:
Hand to Hand Style: Wing Chun ~{Stage One}~
Snap Punch (E)
Snap Kick (E)
Nail (D)
Reverse Elbow (D)
Class Skills (Currently Adept Rank):
Armour Skin
Ki Barrage (D)
Ki Assault(D-A)
Mind over Matter (C)
Force Breaker (C)
Fighting Spirit (C)
Dark Ascent into Madness(C)
Elemental Skills:
Air Suction (E)
Air Punch/Kick (E)
Air Funnel (D)
Air Shield (D)
Gliding (D)
Air Spout(D)
Great Breath (D-A)
Featherweight (C)
Enhanced Speed/Jump (C)
Air Blast(C-S)
Equipment:
Current Gold:3,000
Equipment:
No Weapons or Armour.
Ragged cloth leggings (Brown)
Carrying Sack
Money Pouch
Personal Info:
Orientation: Hetrosexual
Height (Human): 6' 4''
Height (Transformed): 7' 6''
Hair colour: Blond
Skin Colour: Pale
Fur Colour: White
Eye Colour: Sapphire
Biography:
Kraen was always a man of action more than words. But that didn't mean he was eager for a fight, far from it in fact. Unlike what many might believe of him and his kin. Kraen opted to fight merely as a demonstration of might without necessarily slaying the opponent. Murder was a last resort. Life was to be respected should it show similar respect in kind. Therefore the Kiranu never wielded a weapon, the reassurance of ones body was more than enough for him to take up the role of a Berserker, but unlike those who decend into a maddened fury. Kraen wished to find another path, one of precision and control instead of mindless force and brutality.
Being raised within the walls of Aramil, Kraen learnt to respect those in the world around him while also being taught the culture and norms of his kind thanks to his loving yet fairly stringent parents. Even as a boy he was taught of the values of life, that one should have a use within this world no matter how small. The young Kraen simply did not understand back then. His mind more concerned about the next game of tag where he could put his unique gifts to use, stalking his friends like a playful predator as they attempted to hide from his keen senses. It was during one of these games that he came across something that would show the noble and caring heart the Kiranu held within him. Stalking the alleys was always risky, one such venture led to him to stumble upon a sight he did not expect to see. A mugging, a lone Mer woman having been surrounded by a pair of human males. Now he would have left if it weren't for the fact that the woman was already bleeding at her side from a sneaky blow with a knife. The weakened Mer was ina near heap on the floor, the two men looming closer and closer. Kraen simply had to act, so in a bold (Or possibly foolish) act, the boy hurled himself from the cover of the shadows and tackled the closest assailant. The element of suprised mixed with his transformed figure easily dealt with the other, the sheer shock gripping his chest and causing the Thief to turn tail the moment the boy had leapt from cover.
There he focused on the first, the boy hammering blow upon blow on the back of the mans head until he simply stopped moving. Fear soon gripped the boy, even as the woman thanked him for his help, the young feline couldn't come to terms that he may have just killed the man. The Beast had lead him to such an act, he was sure of it. Never again. After fleeing the scene, Kraen returned home, vowing to never let his rage slip again. There he picked up the arts of the Berserker, believing that to study such a style fuelled by ones eagerness to anger, that he might come to control it. Safe to say others of his following did not take kindly to the view, but that mattered little to him. He wished for justice but knew that simply slaying another was not enough, there had to be another way.
The boy grew quickly, leaving his family at the age of 18 where he picked up various jobs and refined his skills along with his body. Sometimes even accepting odd competitions of strength and skill to score some extra coins. Yet everywhere, he saw the dangers of this world. Prying eyes and deft fingers pinching and stealing where they could, thugs intimidating others. And now the oppression upon the Mer folk thanks to the blasted tax. Yet he did not know what he could do. Kiranu weren't exactly taken well in terms of political standings. More to the point, people viewed him more as a hired thug than a man who wished to make a change. He would change that, one day he would have a chance to show the people what he could do and how it could help the city and possibly beyond. All he had to do was train, and wait.
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