Thren
Thren, as most people call him, is a many of wordly travel and experience. He has over the course of his short life been to the edge of Arethil and back, each time fighting for a cause not his own.
Like most of the people of his tribe, Thren is a mercenary. Though not quite a sell-sword, Thren has made his living selling his skills in combat to various Nobles, Barons, and even Kings. He has never particularly cared who he's fought for or what their cause is, and in general seems rather listless about any one cause.
Though generally holding a happy demeanor, Thren, even among his own people, is famous for his lackadaisical nature. He finds it difficult to commit to any one cause, and can usually only be bothered to do things when he is paid enough gold. This is not to say that Thren is a greedy individual, but it's easy to say that most of the time he would prefer to simply sit back with a flagon of ale.
His more relaxed nature comes about as a mark of his people. In the traditions of the Siruk it is said that life flows like a river, at times obstacles fall into the river, but the river always continues it's course.
This has allowed the Siruk people to go through many trials and tribulations over the years, even as their numbers drastically diminished. This outlook on life has turned them into fantastic warriors, taking things as they come and never truly worrying about what the next day, or battle, might bring to them. This tradition runs strongly in Thren himself, even to a fault at times.
Of course, this is not to stay that Thren does not care about anything at all. Though his tribe are few in number, there is still a strong bond between them. When the Siruk meet the event often scales into what many would consider a festival.
Appearance
Thren is a mark of his tribe.With black hair and a stern demeanor, Thren appears as many of the Siruk have for many centuries. Though with a generally calm and patient demeanor, his appearance is that of his tribe.
A series of tattoos decorate his skin, bright red ink sunk deep into his flesh that depict dozens of odd tribal images. These marks are mostly covered however, hidden by heavy black armor that was forged by the dwarven smiths of centuries past.
Despite his general attitude, Thren is a very serious looking man. He wears the armor of his ancestors, holding to old traditions and respecting the ways of his people. The Mercenary believes in the old ways, and thus almost always decorates himself in the heavy plate mail of the Siruk.
His hair is black and darkened, his bright blue eyes standing in dark contrast to both his clothes and general appearance.
Despite these features, there is something oddly approachable about the man. The way he carries himself as well as his demeanor mark him as rather friendly, though those who would seek to take advantage more than often find out the consequences.
Of course, his appearance is almost always often accented by his Hound; Lirak. The great war dog is a massive black and brown creature, more reminiscent of a wolf than a dog.
Skills and Abilities
Thren is an exceptionally skilled combatant and Mercenary. The tribe of Siruk has been a collection of sell-swords for the better part of two centuries, and this is a tradition that has been well distilled into Thren himself.Though nowhere near a blademaster, Thren can hold his own with most weapons. He is capable of using a bow, sword, and has a passable skill with axes and other weapons. His true skill however lays within the use of a pair of double daggers as well as the ancient magics of his tribe.
The Siruk utilize a form of body enhancement magic that works on the principal of changing themselves. Instead of effecting the world around them with fireballs or shaping earth, the Siruk have perfect their craft into shifting their own bodies.
These effects are varying in nature, but focus around changing the warriors body in whatever way helps him most in combat. A skilled Siruk is capable of changing his body in an instant. His skin can become armor, his bones can become hollow, and his muscles can stretch far beyond what they should be capable of.
A Siruk warrior alters himself in whatever way is necessary.
Of course, like every magical ability this has a price. When a Siruk enact's his magic there is always an equal and opposite reaction. If he makes his fist into stone a spot on on his back might become as soft as porcelain. If his bones become lighter something else must increase in weight.
Due to this the Siruk often carry a number of trinkets or wear heavy armor. This allows the warriors to essentially 'transfer' the price of their magic onto the nearest object. Though this transfer is far more dangerous to the warrior, it allows him or her to function more effectively in battle. The price is still present, though it can make it more difficult to 'reset' ones body.
In essence, though a Siruk may carry a myriad of weapons and armor, the true weapon is the warrior himself.
The price of this magic cannot be understated however, and more often than not a Siruk will work hard in order to maintain a balance of his body. Thren himself prefer to internalize the cost, not transferring the price of his magic unless he absolutely has to.
This is to ensure that he keeps himself stable, and does not lose a piece of himself along the way.