Vulc a levé ses sourcils. "Je suppose que cela dépend des compétences qu'un homme doit posséder?" Vulcarion a regardé autour de lui et a tenu un bras autour de lui. "La ville est pleine de possibilités. Vous ressemblez à un homme de combat? Peut-être essayer un travail de mercenaire." Vulcarion a étudié ses oreilles. Les gardes ne s'attendraient jamais à un elfe..  C'est ce qu'il pensait. "Peut-être votre bien avec des outils?" Vulcarion gâché. "Drovia est pleine d'ambition, mon ami. Mettez votre esprit dans l'endroit où votre cœur bat." Vulcarion sourit et hoche, recommençant à manger sa pomme.
Name: Vulcarion Black
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Tall, strong build, rugged facial features. Wears a hood and leather pants and boots with light armor.
Backstory: Born in Drovia, he was born into a middle class family, being able to live on what they had, his father was a blacksmith, not a very known nor successful one but one that got the job done and his Mother died when he was only a young child. As a little boy Vulcarion began learning how to use a sword and the bow, he was intrigued by it. Many of the children that are around him barley started learning to read when Vulc was studying the old arts of combat in books his father brought home to him. At the Age of 12 he was hunting and bringing back food for his father and little sister until one day on his way back from a hunt he noticed that there was blood on his front door to his house. He entered to find the scene of his fmaily murdered by burglarers. They had stolen everything, all the game that was hunted, all his books, all his fathers black smithing tools, and his families lifes. Vulcarion dropped to his knees and pleaded to the god to bring his family back to no avail. He held his sister and cried wishing she would have grown into a woman and his father for he loved his father more than anything in the world.He kept a pendant that his father had of his moms and wore it around his neck. He left the house feeling welted and numb and he stumbled upon the Hunters guild's Grand master who at the time was still hunting into his mid-age years. The man took the boy into the guild and gave him a place to live and food to eat. He trained him farther in the arts of the blade and to unleash his senses to the world around them. Vulcarion grew as his skills did. At the age of 24 he was taken into the Hunters Guild as an official Hunter. "Well I've always been a hunter"
Personality: Good at tracking, quiet and doesn't speak his mind. Gets the jobs that he needs to done.
Weapon skill/choice: Duel wielding curved swords and a bow.
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Power/ability: Ability to heighten senses, can see through walls and sense heat. "Becoming the beast itself can allow for a better hunt"