Player Name: Monkey<br/><br/>Character Name: Markral<br/><br/>Photo: http://postimage.org/image/agkfpbd4r/ (http://postimage.org/image/agkfpbd4r/)<br/><br/>Class: Warrior Monk (Favors empty handed combat followed by a simple staff.)<br/><br/>Age: 23<br/><br/>Race of Anthro: Northern Pig-Tailed Macaque<br/><br/>Elemental: Fire<br/><br/>Bio: Living a life of a monk isn't the most thrilling, but the life of a Warrior Monk was just slightly better. From the age of six all Markral knew was the rigorous training of the monastery coupled with the thrill of weapon drills from dawn to dusk. While he always completed his scheduled training, he gained a rather infamous name for himself by pulling pranks on not only the elder students, but on the Masters as well. This only served two purposes; providing him with more training and more time to think of his next prank.<br/><br/>After being plagued by the reoccurring dreams of laughter he entered the school's competition. One that served in not only determining who the best student of the year would be, but also the school's representative to the Tournament held to determine the Fire Empire's champion. While the preliminaries weren't much of a challenge Markral found a much bigger challenge in the main events, being beaten just before the finals. With his pride shattered he decided to accept the task brought to him from the Fire Sage as a way to delay the return to the monastery. With almost half a decade to go before he would be allowed back out into the world, how could he refuse such a tantalizing offer? Especially after discovering that the oh-so-delicious peach wine he once stole from one of the masters was easily obtained out here.<br/><br/>Flaws: Drunkard, Prankster, Bull-headed, Bluntly Honest, Impatient, Shameless<br/><br/>Fetishes: Exhibitionist (Since he's right out of a militant/religious school for warriors, this'll be a bit skimpy.)