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Daryel Kliet

 

 

(Concept Art: Blame!'s Killy. Not completely Accurate and not my work.)

Age: 27 
Race: Full-Blood Xitian
Gender: Male



Appearance:

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Daryel looks intimidating just at first glance, what with the scars and red eyes. At 6’3”(190cm~), he has decent height on him. The man’s body is fit and lightly tanned from slight outside work. The muscle on him is built from training. His body leans towards flexibility and agility as well, keeping a nice balance between it and strength. His bright red eyes settle in well against his black hair. Most of Daryel’s facial features are sharp and pointed. Exceptions Being: His edged nose, his chin squared off, and his eyes calculative or stern.

His normal dress consists of black leather tunic and pants. The latter held up by a brown belt. Under his tunic is a whiter, finer clothing. This underwear is his cooking garments, revealed only in the kitchen. When he’s cooking he typically ditches the black tunic top in favor of a better looking white top, meshing well with his black pants. They aren't particularrly fancy looking clothes but they do the job they need to well.

The Xitian warrior is usually donning his armor as he walks the street. A plate armor set with all the parts standard of a set. Breastplate, Faulds, Gauntlets, all of it. He does have a helmet as well, one with slit visors that can be lifted off the face if need be. He doesn't typically fancy the helmet less he's on a patrol of some sort however. 

Scars:

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Pre-Forbidden Lands
- A good few on his face.
- A deep and incredibly noticeable one across his right knuckles.
- Several slash marks across his stomach and chest.
- A few less but still plenty along his arms and legs.

Nightveil
- A long verticle slash on his left cheek.
- Small one under his abdomen.

Personality:

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Daryel might be more friendly than most would consider a man his appearance and origin to be. While remaining mostly serious he can sometimes pull jokes here and there along with having a more laid-back attitude towards things. He isn't above becoming agitated and naive however. Known to skewer probabilities and try gutless things in either a bet to prove others wrong or out of neglect of consequence. He can get ahead of himself and ignore other's insights all too easy.

The Xitian has a certain dignity he holds up to and a light loyalty that some might appreciate rather than find annoying. Whether it's needed or not, he'll likely pressure others into accepting help. Even if they don't want it. The man likes settling disputes with small spars or duels. Doing this is even a sport for him in most cases. He's always out to prove himself, but also to feel the rush of combat. He's not a typically violent person outside of this however. An apology or other form of compensation easily substitutes his flavor of honor if the person isn't fit for such duels to settle disagreements. 

Daryel's voice is deep and determinate. It carries easy against others who might be talking as well. There's no determined accent to be had other than a few quirks in Common here and there due to his learning of Xitian.

+Loyal; +Determined; +Strong Willed; +Generous; +Laid-back; +Understanding; -Naive; -Aggressive; -Blunt; -Crude; -Stubborn;

Skills:

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TRADESKILLS
Cooking|Average

COMBAT
Swordsmanship|Advanced
Martial Art|Average

XITIAN SPECIFIC
Fire|Master
Earth|Normal
Nether|Easy

KNOWLEDGE
Xitian Language|Native-Fluent
Common Language|Native-Fluent
General Sciences|Novice
Math|Novice
Mainland History|Novice

Carried Items:

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- Bastard Sword
- Crude Star Locket
- Custom Forged Plate Armor

Backstory:

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Daryel has a bit of a clouded past. Raised by an old man whom taught him all he knew. There is not much more about the Xitian other than his constant want of a challenge. He was even known locally back in the Mainlands as the Challenger. Some report that he would often times call out people and duel them to the death, though there is no solid validity to these claims.

It eventually became apparent that he was not wanted in his own town, and was given a choice. Exile or Imprisonment. He was smart enough to realize that fighting the entire town was not an option, and opted to first leave the town and find elsewhere in the mainland; That was not what they meant by exile though. They more so meant to give him a good ride on boat to a place few ever would want to go. The Forbidden lands.

Relations:

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Lover Family Close Friend Friend Interesting Acquaintance Neutral Nuisance Distrust/Dislike Hate

Males:
Kane
"As much as Kane can be interesting to converse with he's been on and off here recently."
Caius
"Saw him running around once. Asked him what goes there, ran in place. Strange man."
Avery
"This kid? Don't know them."
Bishop
"He's not around enough, but I can't help but feel on edge around him."


Females:
"Addy"
"Never thought it'd be the blue eyed beauty that'd get me. Strong and graceful in one woman, of all people she's made me the happiest."
Zaira
"Good friend. Good smith."
Doctor Roe
"Don't know much about her."
Eyana
"A woman who can outperform me in exercise. I'll get her back some day."
Zarkalia
"Elder. Respectable woman. Probably old enough to be a grandmother to me though."
Candy
"Another one I don't know much about. Keeps to herself, but seems to take offence when I refer to my man pride. Huh."