<strong>Name:</strong>Durien Morlin<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Quiet, reserved, a thinker. Though completely opposite of his current profession. Listens to both sides of the conflict and takes to the one that life experience has taught him is best. Social drinker that puts many 'daily drinkers' to shame, he tends to open up more after a few pints. But he seems to have multiple personalities for on occasion he turns from caring, laughing, and well normal to cold, unfeeling stone of emotion.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Not a stand out guy by any means, his deep auburn hair is just barely long enough to pull into a ponytail. For being 30yrs old he still can barely grow a beard often left with a thin mustache and a bit more than a south patch on his chin. But his eyes, emerald blue with a gold ring around the pupil hold a strong gaze if ever there was one. At just under six feet and more lithe than stout he doesn't cut the greatest shadow in the light either, but every bit is muscle taut and ready to spring. Without a shirt one can see his torso, front and back, covered in decorative runic tattoos.<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Picture:</strong>(http://i.imgur.com/OROPi0u.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Durien was born into a simple family. With no claim even to the land they worked, but they were happy. Still Durien was found by wanderlust and eventually left home to wander the world. He came across an old druid of sorts whom it seemed was a pariah among his own for his declarations of future events. Durien though, young in the ways of the world believed him and being of a completely kind heart still offered to help him in his cause. This led to several years of tutelage under the old man. Leading to his current skill as a fighter and the many tattoos covering his body.<br/>The old druid was older than he appeared and passed on to the other plain near 8yrs ago now. In these past years Durien found odd jobs and a sell-sword, a bouncer and currently a miner. Oddly enough his time with the druid did make him sensitive to what little 'magic' the world had and knew something was wrong when Asgard fell but didn't know what. Amongst the mass of purely decorative runes covering him there were five that actually meant anything. But whether or not there was ever any real power to them Durien couldn't say.<br/>But the runes of Nauthiz, Thurisaz, Algiz, Uruz, and Tyr were placed about his body to enhance him in combat. Nauthiz is meant for endurance and survival while Thurisaz and Algiz are meant for defense and shielding against evil. Uruz is meant to enhance strength and speed. While Tyr is meant as homage to the war god himself.<br/><br/><strong>Combat:</strong>Competent in most all weapons Durien breaks the common mold and uses a weighted staff most often but will quickly drop it and use his bare hands if the space for a staff is not available. Hence why his gloves have a iron strip across the knuckles (which he added himself.)