[center]Draon
Appearance
Race: Human(A Kalean Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: 15th, Fall, 505A.V.
Birthplace: Alvadas
Appearance: A lightly tanned human. He has long dark red hair, and has deep, entrancing aqua-green eyes. He is muscular, and considered by few to be handsome. He has a soft, yet gaunt look to his face, and is always accompanied with a frown upon his face. He also has a small earring in his right ear.
Character History/ Concept
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Draon lived a peaceful life. He likes to consider himself as a whimsical romantic, always falling for every woman he finds, loosing himself to her. He cares for nothing but treasure. He likes to look at his life in specific stages. The first one is when he was but a young child.
---"A grand catch, was it not?"---
Draon, being a young child of only 12, looked up to his parents. They meant the world to him. He always wanted to aspire to be them. They had the best job in the world, they were Zith Hunters. They ventured out into the Unforgiving, getting about three or two heads a day. They were strong. In fact, in Draon's eyes, they were the strongest.
No matter who challenged them, they always accepted, and won. Draon would sometimes sneak out and follow them. Of course, he wouldn't make it far when his parents found out. "But whhhhyyy can't I come with you? I just finished making my wooded sword!" Draon would say. "Because it is dangerous. The bounties we hunt would pay no quarter to anyone, not even to a child. Outside the city gates, its killed or be killed. And you are not ready for the challenges to come." Draon then went back inside their house, sighing. "Why can't they see I'm strong enough?" He sat on his bed, flipping a Silver Miza in the air. "Maybe I'll buy a nice sword! Then they will have to let me go!" He ran out the door, and headed towards the market. When he got there, he saw a friend of his parent's. "Ah, would you lookie there. It be Draon, son of the greatest bounty hunters ever to live. Come to check out my iron and steel?"
"Yes Clog, I am."
"Who can I make the order to?"
"Me actually."
Clog, the arms smith, seemed shock. "What does a wee boy who has no hair on his chest be needing a sword?" "I am going to start training with it!" Draon said cheerfuly. "Hmm... Alright, alright. I'll get you a small one." Clog said, going in the back, returning with a small sword in it's scabbard. "This here sword is called a gladius. Should be able to work with your small arms." Draon pulled out a coin purse filled with Silver Mizas. "No no." Clog cut him off, raising a hand. "Its great seeing you following your folk's footseps. This one here is on the house."