Orim Azundare - Tuv

Name: Orim Azundare

Class: Chain Fighter

Appearance: Of moderate build, and roughly 5' 9",with peppered black hair, and hazy blue eyes. Orim wears a black velvet vest atop a red undershirt, long black pants similar to that of a suit, and a tatty leather cloak that appears to be cobbled together.

Fighting Style: Orim fights with hooked chains, that are attached to his back at his belt. The two chains are actually the ends of a single chain, the center of which is attached. Though long enough to touch a man a distance away if unfurled, Orim keeps the chains rolled up in his hands, and swings them in opposite directions with great force, to try and rip away flesh or whole limbs.

Abilities/Skills:

Opposing force: Orim uses speed and momentum to swing the chains in opposite directions, latching on to flesh, and ripping grown men in two.

Earth Magic: Orim uses a fair bit of earth magic, most commonly to slow or immobilize his victims as he builds up momentum for the explosive bodily shredding.

Strong: Orim can exert significant force, and given enough time to build up momentum, can shatter small tree-trunks with his chains.

Sewing: Orim can sew, kind of. He is not very good at it, but it serves his purpose.

Items/Artifacts:

Tattered Leather Cloak: Orim's cloak is made up of tanned pieces of skin, cut from the largest chunk he managed to remove from his victim's body.

Chains: Almost 20 feet in length, from one end to the other, the chain's ends are lined with rows of hooks that grab onto what the chain manages to hit.

Other Info: Orim likes to hear his victims beg for mercy as he readies to kill them. Even better if they manage to survive the first attack, so that he can listen to the screams more as he readies a second one.

He also believes that when he adds a patch to his cloak, he retains a bit of the power that the donor had in life.

History: Orim was born to a well-off military family. His father urged him to join the royal guard and bring honor to his family. He joined, with a recommendation from his father, into the royal guard and spent many years doing what he thought was "Real Military Work". After several years Orim had become complacent, he stopped training and spent more time with socialites than protecting the kingdom. The time came for his mettle to be tested, an army roared at the gates of the town. They wanted blood, the blood of the monarchy. Orim was sent to "quell the rebellion" filled with delusions that his "great deeds" set him above the normal rabble in skill and strength, he single-handedly attacked the peasant revolt. He was quickly knocked unconscious and carried away to a prison camp. In the camp he faced horrors unimaginable to a pampered thoroughbred such as he, torture so horrible that the world itself seemed to melt away around him. His heart became cold to the world as he realized the harsh realities.

Orim spent the next several years being passed around slave camps and torture rooms as if to add insult to injury. When he finally escaped he had changed into a heartless killer. Concerned only with providing painful bloody revenge one hundred times worse than that which he had suffered. He now wanders the land perpetrating acts of unspeakable gore and violence, occasionally leaving the shredded corpses in towns after he has harvested his trophy.

(Originally Posted by Tuv)