Age: 23
Gender: Male
Citizenship: Exailiah, formerly of Har'laar
Exiled for: He was born with a propensity for magic, specifically that of fire. This was shown at a young age and even beatings couldn't get it out of him.
Specialization: He specializes in the destructive and protective forces of fire, and the usage of kitchen knives modified to be of more use in a fight. He also has exceptional hand to hand combat skills which he pairs with his fiery abilities. He caries a shield to protect him in times when defensive maneuvers are required.
Description: He is a young man with bedraggled hair, a few in small braids, as the tradition of his people.
He can always be found either in the libraries or the arenas for his belief is "A strong mind in a strong body is what Our Creator intended us to have." He has tan skin and eyes that glow red when his magic is used, but otherwise eerie green. He stands at 6'4, around 200 lbs and is quite well muscled having the genes of two champions of war from his parents. However, this doesn't account for his boyish face. He wears the armor of his home-region, but with the red tie of the Shmiir-tah. He wields two kitchen knives in his boots and a small shield with a lion head, of which his father sent him during his trek to Exailiah.
Personality: Witty and daring. He is overly friendly, often pushy and arrogant, but always good-hearted and caring. He also has a huge love of community, sarcastic, witty, intelligent and very well spoken.
More will be found out during the RP.
Equipment
He has mastered the art of dual blades and has actually chosen heavily modified kitchen knives as his main weapon. Along with a shield he uses defensively he travels pretty lightly. His armor consists of leather boots which holster his knives, his chest plate and armor. His shield is strapped to his back and he carries a small deerskin bag of water, as well as a larger bag filled with necessities for surviving the treacherous forest.
History
Brief Background: At a young age he was discovered to have control over fire. When he was angry at his mother, even as a child, a small tornado of fire would whirl around him burning those it touched, a skill he still uses to this day. His personality made him not only quite amicable but also quite easy to despise. His parents were great champions of war. His father an excellent tactician and archer he received much training, and disappointment, growing up. His mother, a feral beast of a woman made herself known by being the first woman from Har'laar to complete a conquest as the Primus Pilus. She also was made famous by not ruling from behind the lines, but in front of them. She killed more enemies than any other warrior in that war. She trained Scor'ch'ed to be tough as nails and how to fight with a multitude of weapons and in a variety of scenarios. While many people believed he was given everything he got because of his parents, which due to his abilities made sense, he truly earned everything he got. It made little consequence as he knew he would be exiled at age sixteen. He did make one great friend back in Har'laar named Miloniano. The day he was exiled Milo swore to him he would make things right. Milos' father escorted Skortch himself, which he though was quite nice seeing as there was always distaste for Skortch in Milo's fathers manner. He beat Skortch up right outside the town and murmured to him, "You will never be with my son again, and that I let you live is a GIFT FROM Our Creator!" With one more kick to the stomach and after spitting on Skortch's face, he departed. This is why Skortch spends many hours a day in the arena. Milo, for short, had lost more than a friend, more than a brother in arms, he had lost one that he loved. Skortch knew his fate from the time he was a young child, and while he didn't want to leave Milo, he knew destiny would work out for them, and for everyone, and once the fear was gone, Skortch truly believed all people could live together happily.
Overall goal: Peace, but he knows to get it War will have to take place first.
Other: He is far more concerned with reuniting with Milo than the war. He has started to be seen more often in the libraries, assisting those transitioning into the city, and helping in the fields. He feels everyone needs to do their part to help, and the lazy shall not prosper and will die, while those active of body and mind, shall live on far past their deaths.