<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amara, Alumaya, Descho, Captain<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Nepharian looked at the Haas-Filoth with contempt, pretty words and flowing tongues, a silver tongued devil to be sure.  While no, Dalen was not overly bright, he was cautious, he knew that this flimsy bastard could probably put up a fight, but his little blades and noodle arms would have a hard time doing much of anything to the world's greatest rager.  The scars that raked over his bare chest were a testament to what he could survive, and the fact that his back had literally been broken several times while wrestling his clan mates he had gotten better, stronger, tougher.  His rippling sinew was known to stop even blows that would kill someone of lesser physique.<br/>"Cap'n, I don't trust the bastard, he reeks of blood and death.  I am not thinkin' he is quite worth the hold we could put him in," Dalen hefted his ax, "Let me show ye the color he bleeds."<br/>The Nepharian took one step forward, putting his ax within reach but did not swing, he awaited the captains orders.