Name: Kerrondern (Kear [like bear with a K, roll the R a bit] - un - dearn [again, like bear])
Race: Demonic
Gender: Not applicable, but would be described as masculine
Age: 23 human years, but considered a child by his people
Birth place: Spawned from his roaming mother's skin
Birth date: July 19th (I still want to have a calendar IC, just cause it'd be cool)
Sexuality: None
Laterality: Right
Marital status: Single
Class/role: Melee combatant, slightly tanky. As close to a knight as can be.
Height: 3' 4"
Weight: 210
Build: Stocky, powerful
Properties: Oak-like skin, but tough as rock
Affiliations: Demonics, Kerrondern's mother
Afflictions: Deformed, claw-like right hand from a Demonic sickness known as Stonerot, is in constant pain from it
Religion: As unholy as they come
Patron deity: Ixdite, Kerrondern's personal God of Warfare
Aspirations: Learn to control the sickness taking over Kerr's body, and use it for his own gain
Fears: Fire, axes, wood chippers
Likes: Fighting, eviscerating weaker beings
Dislikes: Being called 'Stumpy' or 'cute'
Personality: Rash, unforgiving, clueless to the nuances of civilized society
Appearance:
Eye color: Lightning blue
Hair color: Oak brown
Hair length: Finger-length
Hair style: Short, gnarly
Facial hair: Lichen clings to his bottom lip, and waggles between his legs as he walks
Scars: Plenty of claw marks and beak drills mar his body, one deep crack runs down his side from where an ax bit into him, a large burn on his right side
Posture: Hunched, defensive
Attire: None
Armor: A rusty pauldron rests on his left shoulder
Weapons: Uses his Stonerotted arm for a multitude of purposes, when he deems it necessary, carries a stone axe
for everyday use
Equipment: Stone ax, line of hempen rope (wrapped about his torso), and a smooth, pearly white rock rests in a crevice he dug into himself
Skills: Kerrondern likes to get in close and whack his opponents with his stone ax, and uses the Stonerotted arm as a shield (this doesn't seem to quicken the spread of the Stonerot, so Kerrondern uses it extensively as a defensive tactic).
Backstory: Rash and unforgiving, Kerrondern has walked a lonely road since spawning from his mother as she roamed the deserts of Fiáin. His birth unnoticed, Kerrondern was left behind as she tirelessly trudged through the sands towards a gathering of Demonics, several hundred miles away. After following her trail to the edge of the dunes, he lost track of her at the edge of a small forest, and wandered aimlessly through it until Kerrondern grew too hungry to continue searching. From that point on, Kerrondern lived off of the land, growing from a bean-like youngling to a thick, tree stump-like creature. For his first few years, Kerrondern spent his time living hand-to-mouth, digging in soil for grubs and eating them on the spot, or launching himself from tree branches to catch and devour birds and tree rats. It wasn't until Kerrondern's sixth winter that his sickness started to show. The tips of his fingers had blackened and hardened, turning his soft, woody fingertips to hard, stony claws. With this discovery, Kerrondern found it easier to dig and defend himself, and used this mutation extensively. However, he soon realized that the sickness caused him a ceaseless, dull pain where it showed. In addition, his constant use of the sickly parts had quickened the spread of it, and it wasn't until the Stonerot (as he found it to be named later on) had claimed his elbow that Kerrondern was forced to stop its extensive use. From then on, Kerrondern resolved to only use his arm when necessary, and worked to use his left arm more. This severely cut his ability to find good food, and caused his already slow growth to fall back to a virtual crawl. However, Kerrondern came across a hunter's campsite, and quickly found an ax, stone headed with a wood shaft, bound with leather. In doing so, though, Kerrondern accidentally acquainted himself with the hunter, who flew into a fear-driven frenzy. Kerrondern, frightened by the sudden appearance of the human, wasn't able to react fast enough to avoid the ax that was driven into him. Thrown into the campfire, Kerrondern could only scream in agony as the flames licked over him, and the ax was viciously yanked from his body. Days later, after scrambling away from the hunter, Kerrondern collapsed from exhaustion and was awoken by a young girl, who calmed him and nursed him back to health.
This reprieve was short lived, though, as the hunter had tracked Kerrondern, looking to bring home a prize. Upon seeing the young girl with Kerrondern, the hunter believed she was bewitched, and attempted to kill Kerrondern. The girl saw him coming, and threw herself in the way, and was slain on the spot. Kerrondern, watching his first friend die in front of him, flew into a red-eyed rage, and attacked the hunter before running away from the corpse of his friend. The hunter's body had been eviscerated so badly, parts of him decorated the treetops, several hundred feet in the air, but his head was kept entirely intact, save for his missing eyes. From then on, Kerrondern swore to slay any man he came across, and aid any girl he found. This didn't go according to plan, as Kerrondern soon became the Scourge of Fathers, leaving many of the girls, whom he believed he was helping, orphaned and afraid. It wasn't until one such girl did what no other had, and attacked him. Kerrondern, though unable to understand the words she screamed as she beat him, understood the intent behind them, and after killing the girl, ceased his hunting of men. After 21 human years, Kerrondern found himself exploring a town of mixed races, filled with humans, elves, dwarves, and even a handful of his own ilk, the Demonics.