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Name: Tywar (also my user name and has no last name.)
Age: 26(not my age)
Race: Irregular human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Teal
Weight: 178 pounds.
Height: 6 Feet, 1 1\4 inches.
Weapons: He has a Wide verity of melee weapons. His most prized possession is his ancient long sword that has engravings that are unknown to him. This sword, The Airikiteus, does confuse enemies my creating illusions with the tracking of where the sword was. Its very valuable so he tries to let no harm to come to it. His main swords are duel Katana and short swords. To be even more safe, he has hidden even small knifes in his boots.
Armour: He wears thin plates of steel around his shoulders, torso, and thighs, to make him not as heavier then he already is. These plates are attached to a not-so-thick-and-thin blue jacket that can't be very easily removed. The plates around the thighs are attached to something similar to army pants which have many pockets. Tywar can sometimes use his magic to protect himself with his own magic.
Strengths: His practice with swords is his best strength, for he has much experience and many techniques to be cleaver with the sword. Tywar has also been know to have a high pain tolerance. Endurance is also one of his best strengths. A good "will" helps him to choose the right thing during battle to help his mind not to move faster than his body. In other words he has his goals in mind and doesn't change them until he succeeds. He also has a positive and smart mind for he had no extra time during his childhood so he choose th study in both the arts of fighting and knowledge. Faith in religion has bound him not to cause to much trouble but when he does get into a fight, he knows that the time he spent praying to his lord has not gone to waste. He does not greed for money. Tywar is not easy to charm.
Weaknesses: If there is nothing wrong with his strength, its his speed. He caries a heavy burden on his back already. Tywar relies too much on nature, even though he has befriended it, he seems to doubt all life's powers. Things have surprised him in many ways that he would have never thought of. Tywar is easy to overwhelm, having much more chance with just a one on one match. Not having good social skills, he tends to stay away from the regular public.
Skills/Magic:Tywar is befriendly with almost every element and is open minded enough to at least give the element a chance. Here is a chart explaining how close the elements are to Tywar. 100 being his best friend and 0 being told to get out his face.
Fire:/25
Water:/95
Ice:/50
Energy:/20
Earth:/20
Life:/75
Dark:/7
Light:/100
He has much experience with light from his childhood. Tywar had a previous job including a need for reason and thought for relation problems and would help people that way. Tywar is good with melee fighting. He beleieves that ranged fighting is cowerdly.
Appearance:Tywar sticks out like a sore thumb, overlooking a entire crowd. Tywar's hair sticks out above his head about a little more than an inch. The hair on the back of his neck bairly go farther below his shoulders. He has darker shades of brown the farther you go upward to the top of his head. You rarely see him wearing glasses for he only reads in privacy. Tywar is far sighted and wears small glasses that can break easily. Tywar wears nothing that would make him look like he is in a clan. No jackets, emblems, tattoos, etc, etc. Tywar wears long brown boots and contains small blades in the souls and can come out whenever he desires.
Personality:Tywar is nice to mostly everyone who treats him with respect. He tries to avoid fights by reaching a compromise. He is quite nor talkative but will be very loud if necessary. Tywar never thought in mind as which people he dislikes because it divides the people into catagories that bring about chaos. Most people think he is dull, he doesn't put alot of effort into meeting just anyone on the streets. Tywar is interested in girls but not enough to distract him from his goals.
Biography:Tywar was born on a planet even unknown to him. He was found on a door step of a church and was orphaned there. His parents didn't want a huge ugly baby that would degrade their popularity. He was well taken care of by the priests at that small church and was raised from there.
"Come hither, young Tywar." Requested Father Azerath. Tywar walked over with caution suspecting that he had done something wrong. "We will need privacy for any more conversation"
The two walk on through arch doors and find their way on a small road leading to a small chapel. Tywar's mind wonders around in the courtyard's beauty, observing all the wonderful rose bushes and flowers that inhabit the church. The two reach the chapel. Father Azerath knocks on the door secret way Tywar was oblivious to. Tywar sees priests and priesetss... many of them. they have all gathered around the entrance of the chapel. The leader priest steps forward and Father Azerath stays behind Tywar.
"Tywar... You show promise for what the prophecy has foretold." Father Xion exclaims. Tywar is even more curious now. "Promise for what?" Tywar obviously asks. Father looks among himself then back at Tywar. "You are the chosen one... our guardian from ancient times past."
Tywar is startled. He diverts his eyes to get a moments time to think. His mind is starting to cloud. he starts looking for a way to escape confusion. He looks back at Xion. "And who might that be?"
"Yup well...um....this is where I'm stuck." Dustin says under his breath. "How in the hell does Parker do all this crap?" Dustin complains. "Aw, what ever. I'll get back with you in a few days... I hope..."
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