Sevryn Ill-Born

Name: Sevryn Ill-Born
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Visual Age: 34
Real Age: 103
Personality: Sevryn is a brute, all brawn and very little brain. He may not be the brightest bulb but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a mind. He has reasonable sense, is able to read and write, but can often misread a situation. Sevryn is usually a really nice guy, refusing to hurt anything until something finally sets him off, then he goes complete beast mode. When enraged, there is nothing that he won't destroy if he can and nearly no one that can calm him down. While enraged there are only three things that can calm him down. The first being just time itself, his temper slowly cooling over time. The Second if he destroys whatever was bothering him. Lastly is one that currently isn't an option. Sevryn use to have a friend, a single friend that was always able to pull him out of his anger.


Height: 12'7"
Weight: 973 Lbs
Hair Color/Length: Messy tangled black hair that falls down his back a few good inches, stopping right below the shoulder blades.
Eye Color: The whites of his are actually black and his iris a glowing yellow.
Appearance:

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Character's Race: Half Golem
Racial Trait: Stone Skin - Being Half-Golem, Sevryn's body is extremely tough giving his body extra protection against damage
Country: Akiraka
Primary Element: Body
Individual Statistics:
-Strength: Militia
-Speed: Bandit
-Endurance: Militia
-Mystic Power: Peasant
-Intelligence: Bandit

Background: Everything surrounding the birth of Sevryn was unfortunate. Starting with his mother going into labor an entire month early, he was also born while evil omens flew to through the sky and a defective heart. Everyone was sure he was going to die until a strange old man with mystical abilities arrived. The old Sage saved Sevryn by replacing his heart with one meant for a Golem. It kept him alive but it doomed him to a life a misery. His first several years went by just like any other child, he laughed, cried, played with friends, there wasn't anything really strange about him. It was once he hit the age of 13 that everything started going down hill for him. He grew in both height and muscle by leaps and bounds. So much had he grown that by his 14th birthday he'd was taller and stronger than anyone else in the village, which was saying something considering that clan was full of Berserkers all huge men. At first they clan was excited, a few afraid but they believed him to be a warrior of legend. As he continued to grow, their excitement grew until it eventually became fear. People began to shun him and soon he was treated with disdain. Soon his clan treated him like a monster because of his huge size and strange skin color and toughness. He was chased from the clan and wandered the wilderness for years. Then his life changed forever. The day started like any other, waking up to dew gathered on his skin and hair, scrounging around for a morning breakfast when he heard someone calling. Aching for companionship after close to a century of being alone, he ran towards the call. Every step he took it sent him farther into the forest but the voice never seemed to get any closer. The call seemed to becoming from the other side of thick giant bruch. He forced his way through and what he found on the other side wasn't more forest but a frozen tundra. He was no longer on his world but in Abraxas

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