((Accepted))
Name: Rankor Deathronk
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Weapons/Armour: A pair rusted short swords, the metal looks worn out, with both swords carved by nature over the years of servitude. The armour he wears is an old pair of leather leggings and a worn out chainmail vest.
Style: Rankor strikes fast, making use of all both swords have to offer, the pommel, the hilt and the blade. His blows lack strength, but why is that nesscary when they come in by the dozen, due to this, Rankor prefers to avoid large and long fights, usually going for the kill before being seen.
Just a brief history: Born to the son of a merchant down on his luck, he was given some education through his teenage years all the while wasting his life away until the age of eighteen, when he joined the militia. He's not really found to be the social type, but rather prefers to call himself a tactful speaker.
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