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F3NR3N33R 
(he/they) 
Ancestry: Automaton (Warforged)
Class: Lv2 Monk / Medic 
Alignment: N

Appearance:

A strange quadrupedal Warforged that resembles some type of canine, made of interlocking armored plates. Their face is a heavy slab of polished obsidian that is covered in cramped, densely scribed lines of tiny magical runes. These runes flicker and glow with an arcane light.

Backstory:

Fen fought in the Great War for a very, very long time, or at least it felt that way. For his entire life he had been a soldier, and when he realized that he was, in fact, alive, it came to him that this was not what he wanted to do…. so he left. He felt no need to remember what nation he once fought for, and now that the war is over, this information feels even less relevant.  After a time of wandering, he has ended up at the border of Droaam, perhaps the perfect place for a free creature to make their way. 

Bonds:

We have agreed to be a Unit until we agree to stop.
Interested in the small things that bring joy to people.

Flaws:

Tendency towards bluntness.
Detrimentally honest.
Selfish.
Curious.

Ideals:

Dog hates cops.  
War is pointless.
Draw a line of sovereignty around yourself.
Money can buy your dreams. Probably.

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Music: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL58776h2RTlzON7j1_R7QXHz9oRPZBiKY