Chracter Sheets

Name:
Arc Long

Age:
25

Gender:
M

Race:
Asir(water and ice)

Appearance (Picture or Description):
Long, semi-spiky, white hair. Brown fur-trimmed hood on a mid length(to his knees) black coat. Blue eyes with glowing white tattoos taking jagged shapes all over his body and up to his eyes. Snowy fuzz on his chin. Dark grey armor on his torso. Thick black pants covered by dark grey armor down to his greaves and pointing sharply.  Solid, muscular shape and pale skin.

Height:
6'5"

Weight:
210

Faction:
Tempys(Water)

Personality:
Usually wears a shit-eating grin. Aggressive and cocky(which he mistakes for confidence). Oblivious to how much of a jerk he can be until he pushes too hard and upsets someone. Has a short fuse. Tries to be funny and laughs at his own jokes. Deep down has a rough but good heart and cares for people more than he lets on. Lovable asshole, I guess. Oh and can kind of turn more savage when he's around his own kind.

Background: At a young age, Arc was trained to hunt and survive in the frigid wastes of Solis, however, being the proud and adventurous soul he is, he snuck out of his camp one night to hunt a creature that ended up killing his parents, forcing him to raise himself.

Continuing in his nomadic ways after his initial grieving over the loss of his parents, he became a lone wolf. He frequently visited Kadras and was treated well by the other Tempys nomads he came across, however he never decided to stay with them. He spent some time around Alloyin territory, hoping to find some sort of knowledge about dealing with grief and occasionally confronting them but often getting chased off or injured and barely surviving. He picked up a bit more of a civilized demeanor after months of observing them and started trying to read their language. After finding one of their maps he learned of Nekrium's abilities to bring the dead back to life and, being the naive fifteen year old he was, left Alloyin territory feeling indifferent towards them.

As he neared Nekrium ruins, he started to feel uneasy and after a few confrontations with some zombies and an insanely close call with a lich, he decided he needed to become stronger and so he set out to train and become stronger.

Knowing of the tournaments held in Kadra every year, he returned to take part but immediately got his butt kicked. This didn't stop him from training harder to try and get further in the ranks next year. He participated for three more years, losing early each time, until he finally gave up and publicly remarked how stupid the tournaments were and that they proved nothing. 
 
Since then he decided he was his own tribe and fused ice and water tattoos into his body, becoming an Asir. He took on bounty hunting but that didn't turn out well, considering he had no formal training and mutilated the body of every person he hunted, so he rarely got paid.

Feeling lost and betrayed by the Tempys people(even though he was the one who left them), he lived on his own and decided he could never bring his parents back and it would be wrong to bring them back as undead zombies anyway.

His new goal is to learn to control his powers and continue to become stronger so he can return to Kadras and win the tournament(because he thinks it will show how tough he is but deep down he wants to regain the respect of the Tempys faction and finally have a home and junk).