Name: Vayl
Race: Elvaan
Age: 19
Job: Warrior
Hair Color: Platinum
Eye Color: Pale Indigo
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Hate... Vayl had never felt the emotion like he did now. All of his friends and family had been murdered in front his eyes by the blood lusting beastmen last night. Even the beautiful maiden, Jira who his love for had surpassed his love for anyone or anything else had been slaughtered mindlessly as well. Everything and everyone that he had ever loved or cared for had perished. Vayl had nothing more to lose... Nothing... It was the dawn of the next day now. Vayl knelt motionless in the wheat field near his village, his slate colored eyes watching intently as the beastmen trudged through unaware of his presence. Though Vayl wasn't able to grab any weapons in his haste to flee the village as the beastmen were besieging it, he was however able grabbed a long, steel chain rope that served him as a whip. He was not at all accustom to whips, which greatly contrasted from his job as a warrior, but it would have to do. The beastmen had passed. Now it was time to attack! He charged from behind beating down mercilessly with his chain on the beastmen at the rear flank of their group. The confused beasts let out cries of terror as Vayl laid one flat with each swipe of his chain rope. Black blood gushed forth from there horrific wounds. A beastman charged from behind, yet Vayl saw it. He did a back flip over the beastman, and landed behind it slashing furiously at its back with the chain. It fell over dead. Then he saw the beastman chieftain. It was larger than a normal beastman, and it held a large barbed mace. A plumage of spikes cascaded from the top its massive head. The creature charged at Vayl, trampling a few of its allies carelessly. The beastman chieftain's eyes blazing with rage. Its mace fell like a landslide cracking the earth which Vayl stood only a second ago.
Race: Elvaan
Age: 19
Job: Warrior
Hair Color: Platinum
Eye Color: Pale Indigo
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Hate... Vayl had never felt the emotion like he did now. All of his friends and family had been murdered in front his eyes by the blood lusting beastmen last night. Even the beautiful maiden, Jira who his love for had surpassed his love for anyone or anything else had been slaughtered mindlessly as well. Everything and everyone that he had ever loved or cared for had perished. Vayl had nothing more to lose... Nothing... It was the dawn of the next day now. Vayl knelt motionless in the wheat field near his village, his slate colored eyes watching intently as the beastmen trudged through unaware of his presence. Though Vayl wasn't able to grab any weapons in his haste to flee the village as the beastmen were besieging it, he was however able grabbed a long, steel chain rope that served him as a whip. He was not at all accustom to whips, which greatly contrasted from his job as a warrior, but it would have to do. The beastmen had passed. Now it was time to attack! He charged from behind beating down mercilessly with his chain on the beastmen at the rear flank of their group. The confused beasts let out cries of terror as Vayl laid one flat with each swipe of his chain rope. Black blood gushed forth from there horrific wounds. A beastman charged from behind, yet Vayl saw it. He did a back flip over the beastman, and landed behind it slashing furiously at its back with the chain. It fell over dead. Then he saw the beastman chieftain. It was larger than a normal beastman, and it held a large barbed mace. A plumage of spikes cascaded from the top its massive head. The creature charged at Vayl, trampling a few of its allies carelessly. The beastman chieftain's eyes blazing with rage. Its mace fell like a landslide cracking the earth which Vayl stood only a second ago.