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Description

Clean shaven. Has dark brown hair that stops just below the ears. Often wears a wide brimmed black hat. He wears a black loose fitting long sleeved shirt over a vest of chain mail. His pants are loose and black. On his waist you can see a scabbard, gold in hue. His sword often rests there. He wears black military boots.

His face is grim and dark. It has sunken eyes and lips that are dry and cracked. His cheek bones are smooth, almost unnoticable.

He has a very muscular body from years of training. underneith his loose fitting shirt, one can see his large upper muscles, representations of his true strength.

Personality

Arrogant and cocky, he often believes he can overcome any enemy. He likes to taunt his foes from a distance, before closing in on an attack.

Equipment

-Flame's Tongue- Ragara's sword. It is a bastard sword in length and requires the one-and-ahalf grip to weild. The blade glows a firey orange-gold, and is always hot. When cut with the blade, one can feel a fire's burn in the wound. If another man touches the hilt, his hand will begin to burn. The longer he holds it, the more intense the heat.

History

As a small boy, Ragara was always interested with swords. Even at the young age of thirteen, he had a fine assortment of deadly weapons. He always kept each blade sharp, for reasons unknown to others. Often he praticed with these weapons, taking a liking to those of the broadsword and long sword varities.

When he grew up, he figured a life of adventure was for him. Taking his favorite swords, he set out from home to explore the great lands. One day, he came upon an old tomb. Deeper and he delved, untill he came upon a lit hearth. All attempts to does the hearth failed. Finally, being the strange man that he is, reached inside hoping to find some sort of magical item that kept the hearth burning. He found that he had grapsed something, and he pulled as hard as he could. Out popped a sword in scabbard. This is how he aquired his lengendary sword.

Ragara's Story