Name:
Avak Krii
Age:
20
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Class:
Adventurer, Mercenary, Reaver
Personality & Backstory:
Avak was born into a small village on the edge of civilization. It was hard for him and his family. Farming and hunting were all they knew how to do, and dark things lingered beyond the village walls. When the Rangers would come through town on their scouting missions Avak would always rush to meet them with excitement. Eventually they taught him a thing or two about swordsmanship, but he never learned to dual wield like they did. When he was 13 a cold winter night took the town buy surprise. They didn't have time to save the fields before snow started to fall, and a blizzard took them before the next morning. Everyone was struggling to get buy as the the weather turned harsher, and then the monsters showed up. A raiding party of Kobolds seized the village while the townsfolk were at their weakest, and slew anyone who resisted.
They took most of the children and women as slaves, and Avak and his mother were among them. While being carted off as a slave Avak was beaten, whipped, and tortured. He cursed and fought but was much too weak to do anything to harm his captors.. until the night they started beating his mother. She had thrown herself in front of Avak to protect him and the Kobolds started beating her to death. He couldn't stand another minute of it. Though his hands were bound they had neglected to tie his legs up. Avak tackled the first monster to the ground and wiggled it's dagger out of its belt, and then proceeded to stab and skewer the Kobold over and over. He was dragged off the dead Kobold but his rage had given him new strength. He slit the next Kobolds throat and with the third he nearly carved out it's heart. In the middle of that a war horn sounded, and a band of Rangers came out of the snowy hills and broke the Kobolds ranks. After the last of the monsters were slain or fled Avak was found weeping over his mothers dead body and covered in blood.
With nothing to go back too the villagers that survived took refuge in the nearest major city. Avak grew hard and distant, and didn't speak to any of his old friends ever again. He found people to train him in more of the sword art, and even hand-to-hand combat. Avak became a mercenary for hire, and used his devastating rage to give himself a bit of a reputation. Now after seven years, he's looking for something more. Something to fill the hole in his heart and help him move forward in life.
Avak has very curt and rigid manners to people he doesn't know, or like. He holds deep regrets for not being able to save his mother. If you get to know him better though, he can be very sweet and kind hearted. He fights injustice, and always wants to help people... as long as they're willing to give a little compensation. He has to eat after all.
Equipment: Steel Longsword, dagger, traveling cloak, leather armor, backpack.
Coins: 5 coins.
Modifiers:
Attack: +0
Defence: +1
