Name: Ezekial Rouget
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5'11
Weight: about 250lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Element: Fire

Physical Description: Ezekial wears dark green and brown clothing. Over his clothes, he wears a long brown cloak. He has lightly tanned skin, and average length, curly hair. Ezekial is a man of average build. He isn't overly muscular, but he does possess a fair bit of strength. Ezekial isn't handsome, per say, but he is good-looking. Along his right arm, from the elbow to his wrist, is a long scar that he acquired while training in the woods.

Personality: Ezekial has an easy going personality. He's adventurous, but relatively lazy at the same time. He's a bit of a loner. He doesn't like the company of others. He does, though, enjoy talking with a dwarf. He likes their dialogue.

Class: Ranger

Level: 1

Equipment
Weapon: Archer's Bow
Head Armor: Jade GreenCloth Cloak (Hooded)
Body Armor: Leather Breastplate
Hand Armor: Leather Gloves
Leg Armor: Leather Boots

Gold: 3,000

Items:

Skills: Charge Shot

Background: Ezekial Rouget has spent most of his life in the forests Hybernia. He preferred the life of solitude. He had a simple life: he would gather food and water, sit in a nice grove, and contemplate the events of the day, though there were few. He had but one companion. A dog, which he found caught in a trap. It was a mangy beast, with wiry hair. Despite the apparent ugliness of the animal, Ezekial thought it was beautiful. He felt that way about most animals, though, so it wasn't saying much. The two beings immediately formed an unbreakable bond, and that dog helped Ezekial out of more situations than he cared to count. Anyway, like I was saying, Ezekial led a simple life, but it wasn't going to stay that way.

During one of his many walks through the forest, the dog, Which Ezekial fondly called Phil, began snarling, and baring its teeth. This was strange, due to the fact that Phil was usually a complete chicken shit. Ezekial peered into the gloom, but could see nothing. Knowing that Phil's eyesight and sense of smell was far superior to his, Ezekial decided to follow the dog's warnings. Drawing his bow, Ezekial watched the dog, following its nose with his eyes. Phil stopped moving, and stared at a patch of dark bushes and underbrush. Ezekial drew an arrow, notched it, and took aim. There was complete silence. Ezekial let the arrow fly, and it hit home with a muffled thud. Immediately after the arrow had struck, there was almost inaudible growl. The bush shook, and an orc burst through the foliage. Ezekial jumped back as the beast lunged at him. Just as Ezekial thought his life was over, Phil jumped in, taking the orc down with a surprising amount of strength. The two creatures battled back and forth, and Ezekial was unable to help unless he risk hitting Phil. The fight seemed to take an eternity, but it finally ended. The orc collapsed to the ground, a grievous wound stretched across its neck. Phil was still attached to it, so the beast grabbed him and chucked him into a nearby tree. Ezekial pulled back an arrow, and delivered the deathblow to the orc, then ran over to check on Phil. The animal had been mortally wounded during the fight. The orc had cut Phil good, and the throw into the tree had broken his back. Ezekial knew that there was nothing he could do but put the dog out of its misery. He notched an arrow, and looked away.

Months had passed, but the memory of that day still burned in Ezekial's mind. He had vowed to avenge his friend, and had spent those months hunting down and killing every orc he could find. The task was difficult, and Ezekial prayed for death at each encounter. A Ranger's animal companion is part of him. When Ezekial lost Phil, he lost a part of himself. Eventually Ezekial discovered that revenge would never satisfy him, but he could not abandon his quest. He decided that he would purge the world of these abominations not only for Phil, but for all those that were lost at the hands of those evil monsters. He began to search out those that had lost someone dear to them at the hands of an orc, to bolster his conviction. He was soon seen as a blessing, for he would console the families, at then rid the area of the horrible blight that was orc. Many referred to him as Ezekial Orcslayer or Orcsbane. He never liked the nicknames. He preffered to be called Ezekial Rouget.

Nice. Welcome to Dark Isles.

You'll be starting in Avalon. The continent that was overrun by Orcs and Demons 2 years ago.