Name: Hector
Country Affiliation: Riem
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D (Novice)
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 18 (9/27)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Hector is a young man who is craves for adventure and fighting which could just be his Fanalis blood speaking. Hector will is not the type to think before he acts or speaks, if he sees his chance to fight someone, rather it be verbally or physically he will jump at it. He is well versed for his age and enjoys chatting with people and debating with people and he will always speak whatever is on his mind which has gotten him in trouble countless amount of times. He has the spirit of a warrior inside of him and he is always looking for the strongest opponents which is why he is wants to set out on an adventure. Hector doesn’t believe in fat or destiny or whatever you want to call it, he trusts in his heart and his instincts and believes that his heart will lead him to the path that he needs. Hector is also loyal to a fault, if you gain his trust he may complain and argue a lot but he will follow you to the death if that was what was to happen. He also believes in friendship and he will do anything to protect those which he calls his friends which he has none for now.
Likes: Fighting-If Hector gets the chance he will fight anyone he can just for thrills and to see if there is someone stronger than him that he can learn from.
Adventures-He is always yearning to go on adventures hoping to meet new lands and people and to test his mettle against new people.
Dislikes: Slavers- While Hector himself was lucky enough to avoid slaver y he knows that most of his people aren’t so lucky and he is disgusted by slavery and slavers.
Those who prey on the weak: He harbors a great anger against robbers and crooks who would prey and kill those who cannot fiend for themselves and seeks justice for them through the only way he knows how, fighting.
Aspirations: Growing up with a group of Fanalis Sesshomaru had heard countless tales about the great warriors of the Fanalis tribe. He heard how they had once been great warriors and hunters that had some of the greatest physical strength in the world. The more he heard about his people and ancestors the more he wanted to hear about them. Eventually he began to realize that the stories only ever to reach back to a certain point and no further, that and that all of the stories took place in this part of the world and not of the Dark Continent where he was told the Fana came from. None of the elders in the group could answers his questions about the origins of the Fanalis or why their strength was on a whole other level from the others races, including the colossal ice giants known as the Imuchukk. With this unknown history of the Fanalis gnawing away at his mind he had decided that he was going to travel the world trying to find out what ever he can on the true history of the Fanalis.
Phobias/fears: One of his biggest fears is defeat, when he is defeated in battle he will accept it but he dreads the day if someone does defeat him in battle and trains to do his best so that may never happen.
Another fear of his is losing his friends or not being able to protect them when they need him or are in danger. He also trains himself on a regular basis and pushes himself to the limit so this will never happen as well.
Face-Claim: Akane (Divine Gate)
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Appearance: Hector his almost always wearing his armor which is meant to protect his chest while letting him keep his maneuverability. His pose however is always relaxed when in a non-combative state and due to his young appearance, he looks like a naïve kid who is still wet behind the ears while he is always ready to start fighting at a minute’s notice. He is an attractive man but people are always mistaking him for a kid which makes it hard to get the ladies attention. During a serious battle, however his posture changes to that of an experienced warrior’s so he is able to react to anything in the heat of the moment.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: When he is in the heat of a battle and gets carried away in his fighting lust his eyes turn blood red.
History:Unlike most of his people, the Fanalis, Sesshomaru was lucky enough to be spared the life of a slave, he did not have to bear that hardship unlike many others. Instead Sesshomaru grew up and a small, nomadic group of close to ten Fanalis which varied throughout their travels across various kingdoms. The nomadic group thought it was safer for them to be in numbers and decided it was best not to stay in one location for long. Since they were often in wild or lawless lands Hector and the other children quickly learned how to defend themselves and the group which was about when Hector began to discover his love for combat and fighting.
Growing up with a group of Fanalis Sesshomaru had heard countless tales about the great warriors of the Fanalis tribe. He heard how they had once been great warriors and hunters that had some of the greatest physical strength in the world. The more he heard about his people and ancestors the more he wanted to hear about them. Eventually he began to realize that the stories only ever to reach back to a certain point and no further, that and that all of the stories took place in this part of the world and not of the Dark Continent where he was told the Fana came from. None of the elders in the group could answers his questions about the origins of the Fanalis or why their strength was on a whole other level from the others races, including the colossal ice giants known as the Imuchukk. With this unknown history of the Fanalis nawing away at his mind he had decided that he was going to travel the world trying to find out what ever he can on the true history of the Fanalis.
So once he turned eighteen he had left his little tribe on his own adventure so that he can become strong while trying to find out about his tribe. He ended up moving to Reim and became a citizen there so that he could find more Fanalis since that was the most common place for them.
Role-Play Sample: Blood rushing through the body, heart rushing, sweat dripping, the feeling of a fist smashing into flesh and the breakings of bones. These are the things that made Hector love fighting.
He was currently in a bare fist fight against a man who was harassing some elderly man that Hector had never met, but that didn’t matter to him. What mattered was the fight. His opponent was large and had boasted about knocking guys’ heads clean off in one stoke, he was clearly bluffing but Hector wasn’t. After trading a few punches with the oaf, he was getting frustrated, this man was nowhere close to being a worthy opponent for him. Quickly getting bored of this fight hector avoids a large and overexaggerated right punch and slammed and fist into the man sending him crashing into a food stand. He sighed in disappointment and walked off hoping to find a new challenger for him to face.
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