♦ PROFILE ♦

Name: Ulfr Eliesar
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Tattoo Location: Nape of the neck
Class: Mage
Magic: Fire Element/Pyromancy
_{He uses both long-range, explosive spells and close combat fighting with fire. He also uses it to boost his agility. He likes to alternate between long and close range to catch opponents off guard -and also because their reactions are priceless (apparently).}

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♦ PERSONALITY ♦

✓✓✓| EASYGOING | EFFICIENT | PRAGMATIC| ✗✗✗| SARCASTIC | SHARP-TONGUED | LAZY | SHREWD |

Ulfr is a pretty affable guy as long as nobody interrupts his nap time. He speaks a little crudely and is sarcastic 99% of the time but if one ignores his snarkiness, he's kinda friendly. There are exceptions to his grumpiness tho - those he perceives as kind people, the elderly, innocent children and those who treat him to drinks.

Although he's lazy and dislikes hardwork, he still manages to complete his jobs quickly and efficiently since doing so means more free time for him to just lounge around. He's the type who won't hesitate to use threats and intimidation to complete a job/a mission- he claims this makes negotiation easier. _{He a lowkey sadist.}

Ulfr is also very easygoing to the point that it's actually more accurate to call him indifferent. This apathetic approach to everything is a sort of protection he built to cope with the rough life he lived. If he didn't care too much, he wouldn't feel extreme emotions either -both the good and the bad sort. Though he's resilient towards most negative experiences, he does have a terribly weak spot towards positive ones. He a softie beneath the thick dead fish exterior.

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♦ HISTORY ♦

Ulfr was an orphan who was picked up from the streets by a notorious mercenary band. They brought him to their camp and trained him after seeing he's got talent with magic. As a child who barely survived whilst roaming around slums, stealing and scavenging to get by, he was very quick to adapt. He believes that things are a lot easier if he just accept whatever comes his way and work around the bad things. His crude personality somehow also allowed him to blend in with the mercenary group quickly, albeit getting into a lot of fights. The rules were simple, there's none. It was a dog-eat-dog world.

The group is merit-based and members are required to accept a certain number of jobs or they don't get paid and at worse, they get executed. The jobs were tedious and mandatory, ranging from stupid odd ones to morally questionable ones. The pay was also measly since the leader takes most of the cut. Not to mention that the rest of the members were a bunch of incurable assholes, it's not exactly a very nice group to be in. It wasn't until a few years later that Ulfr finally got fed up and ditched the mercenary band, albeit not unscathed.

He later became an independent travelling mercenary, accepting random jobs and jumping from guild to guild without aim or reason. At some point, he just grew tired of everything and wanted to settle somewhere more relaxed.

One day, he ended up in some backwater town and picked up a certain guild's flyer....

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♦ EXTRA♦

• He loves alcohol, sleeping, and any job that pays a lot.
• He dislikes stingy bosses/clients and hardwork with little pay off (Oddly enough, he can't get rid of his habit of daily training, courtesy of his childhood routine when he was still in the mercenary group).
• He learnt most of his questionable "negotiation skills" from his time as a mercenary.
• He's not a morning person and almost always cranky because of hungover.
• He can and would sleep anywhere....