<span style="text-decoration: underline">Name</span>- Brutus Maukolum<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Age</span>- Twenty Four<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Description</span><br/>•<a class="postlink" href="http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a559/Metilinos/6440d80459691666a102437881c68b55_zps385df2f0.jpg">Image</a><br/>• Brutus has brown curly hair that for the most part is short, but has a very thick consistency. The curls and color are both very noticeable, especially the color as it's one of the more light shades of brown.<br/>• His skin is far from tan, but also far from pale. He'd likely meet somewhere near the middle of that scale.<br/>• His build is pretty moderate in size, as he isn't a monster when it comes to his strength, but he also can take hits if need be.<br/>• His eyes are blue, resembling more of the ocean than the sky.<br/>• He's very trusting and loyal to those he calls his friends.<br/>• Although generally peaceful before hostile, Brutus would take life from someone if it served a good cause.<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Abilities</span><br/>•<span style="font-weight: bold">Strength / Agility</span>- His skills in general combat serve him moderately well, even when it comes to daily life.<br/>•<span style="font-weight: bold">Magic</span>- His elven ties from long ago bloodlines provide him with the capabilities to use magic, making him one of few humans with that gift.<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Bio</span><br/>• Born into service of King Balverth XI of the Balverth Kingdom.<br/>• Born in the castle and works personally under royalty.<br/>• Has blood that reaches back to ancient elves.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">------------</span></div><br/><br/>"In taking down such a massive threat, not only will you ensure the very safety of our people, but you shall also secure a priceless treasure that will benefit the well being of who we are as a kingdom. As always, I'm sure you'll accept?" The voice came from a man on a throne, nothing in the room looked like it had been bought without luxury and expense in mind. Still, the voice was firm, but still convincing. It made you want to agree to whatever it was asking, even if it was to go out and kill a dragon on your own. Not that it mattered, Brutus didn't really have a choice. His family had been servants to the king for generations now, mostly in the form of guard and mercenary work. Now with the discovery that dragon teeth had magical properties, King Boverth wanted every tooth he could get his hands on. Still, Brutus didn't find it so bad, it was likely enough that Boverth actually cared about his people and wasn't doing it strictly for greed. Strict or not though, he did like tossing his title around.<br/><br/>"Yes, my kind." Brutus said, bowing to the man sitting on the throne. The king was certainly one to admire, he had all the power in the kingdom, but Brutus knew where his place was. It was a dark time around the world, power was sought out by many kingdoms, and now that dragons were being hunted, occasionally dragons would do some hunting on their own. And besides that, who knew when things would take an even darker turn? War could start. Or something even worse. Brutus knew his place was beside the king he'd grown up to know. Several men stood on each side of Boverth as they all watched Brutus. "Then I expect your immediate departure to the mountains. I wish you luck as always, Brutus." The king said, dismissing Brutus from his sight. Brutus left with no hesitation, he had some packing to do anyway.<br/><br/>In the end he decided on leather armor, as a dragon would boil him straight through metal armor, it just made more sense for him to do this. Along with that he brought his sword and he brought water, he didn't seem to believe he'd need much else. Anything along the lines of medical supplies would be useless because he'd have to apply them to himself, which seemed counter productive anyway. He was hoping he'd be able to rely on magic if anything went wrong. Not that he was feeling pretty secure about going toe to toe with a dragon. He'd done similar things before, but it never made it all that much easier.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">------------</span></div><br/><br/>It only took about a day of hiking to be significantly inwards of the mountains. Looking back, he could still see feint lights from the city and the castle. He knew it wasn't going to take much more time before he'd walk out of sights of the city's lights. He pressed onwards, the sooner he was done, hopefully the sooner he'd be able to return back and be out of the cold. Just looking at the clouds in the distance, he was fairly sure it was going to rain the next day. Maybe even snow considering the weather. He kept walking until the city was no long in sight, and set up camp for the night before going to sleep. Enough time out here and it wouldn't end up being a dragon that killed him.<br/><br/>The next morning he woke up to a small layer of snow already on the ground, he sighed at it as he kept going forward. It was snowing alright, but there was no going back. Not while he was already so far into the mountains. If he returned at all, it'd have to be with teeth or some kind of news as to why there were no teeth. With that in mind, he walked the mountains further, a bitter mood taking over as he walked through the cold. It wasn't for a while until he heard a growl, and his head darted to the right. Behind some bushed, he'd heard them before they'd shown themselves. It was in an instant after that he'd counted three tigers, sabertooth. His sword was drawn in his hands in an instant, and although the first one was short work as his blade cut through the cats skull, there were two more. Surrounding him, one on each side, it didn't matter to him still, Brutus was ready.<br/><br/>As he readied his blade to strike in one hand and magic, fire, to scorch the other, only the magic released, giving the cat behind him enough pain to scurry off away crying. However, before his blade hit the one in front of him, Brutus heard a noise and suddenly an arrow was in his shoulder, the pain was enough for him to not react in time to the cat pouncing on him, digging its claws into his shoulders. He struck and struck at the cat with his fists, and while it ended up being enough to knock the cat away, Brutus could feel sharp left over pain in his shoulders. It wasn't enough to stop him from reaching his blade and cutting into the cat's spine, allowing blood to coat the ground around him after a loud yelp from the dying cat.<br/><br/>He stood up as fast as he could to see himself closely surrounded by men in armor. He didn't recognize the symbol the all had on their armor, but he knew it was one that shouldn't be so close to Boverth territory without special permission. He counted four of them, one on each side of him, two with crossbows and two wish swords and shields. "You don't belong here!" Brutus said, almost in a demanding voice, hoping to convince them to leave. "Kill him, the Boverth king will never kn-" One of the knights spoke up, one with a crossbow, but Brutus didn't wait to be killed. He lunged forward at the man, slicing at his neck and all that was left above his chest was the bloody stump of a former head.<br/><br/>He felt another arrow enter his back as he parried a sword blow and stabbed another knight in the chest, thankfully in the chest, but as Brutus attempted to turn with desperate hope to defeat the two knights, he realized something. They weren't regular. His normal tactics would have worked on a few amateurs, it was likely these were people qualified to hunt for dragons too. And before Brutus could react, he felt a good amount of trauma to his face as it was bashed with a large metal shield, and the two men surrounded him, getting ready to finish him.