Name: Danrec
Age: 17
Race: human
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 155 lbs.
Physical Description: Slightly long brown hair hangs tousled around his head, covering his normal round human ears. Hazel eyes stare vigilantly from behind a few locks of his bangs that he can never seem to keep out of the way, no matter how he tries. A cocky half grin is usually found upon his face, as he tries to find humor in most things, and in rare cases that you can see his forehead an eyebrow is seen raised along with it.
Posessions: Just the clothes on his back, a cheap dagger, and a necklace given to him by his father before his parents died almost a year back. Danerec is clothed in a slightly stained black sleeveless tunic, and brown pants worn thin at the knees. The necklace is of a dragon wrapped around the hilt of a sword, about 2 inches long.
Powers or Strengths: Danerec is quite skilled in street brawling, making note of and using anything nearby to gain an upper hand.
Weaknesses: Naïve due to his age, yet hardened by living in poverty in Marn.
History: Danerec lived in the poorer side of Marn’s Residential District with his parents his whole life, scavenging metal to get money for slightly stale food as his parents worked whatever odd jobs they could get. Danerec’s father came down with an illness that they couldn’t afford to have treated, and he died slowly. Hardened by the death of his father Danerec grew a cynical outlook on life for quite some time, becoming mean spirited and at times violent. He wrangled with others over the scrap metal, often resorting to punches and kicks needlessly. He worried his mother these times when he came home with a bloodied face, but he was so closed up in his pain over his father he didn’t noticed as her worry weathered her away. Three months after his father died his mother passed away as well. Realizing how his actions had sent his mother to an early grave Danerec vowed to better himself, to make his parents’ hard work and early demise worth the pain. With what little money they had Danerec moved out of their hovel, choosing instead to squat for free in the ruins of the historic district. In search of a job Danerec found himself a new outlook on life other than that of a scavenger, and a slightly lighter heart as to his situation.
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