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Joined: Oct 30, 2013 Posts: 8960 Location: Brazil
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This is all in my sheet already, but since Squinty asked, here we go:
Kitar Description: Kitar is a prime specimen of his race. His body resembles that of a bald eagle, complete with the head with white plumes and yellow beak, powerful wings, a well-built and muscular chest and narrow legs ending on his razor sharp talons. It's visible that he cares very much for his appearance, with physical exercises and extra attention to the cleaning of his feathers.
Personality: Kitar is a strong willed aarakocra that learned in the worst way how brutal life can be. Therefore, he's very practical and resolute, caring little for the feelings of others. Still, he's very loyal to his people, and would never backstab a friend. Not that he has many, however.
He's also very proud of his race, considering the Aarakocras superior due to their flying capabilities. He takes his pride to a point that he basically despise anyone that is not an Aarakocra, or at least a proven warrior. That, coupled with events of his past, made him very wary of making new friends.
His military formation and position also gave a taste for giving orders. In battle, he likes to act as the leader, often telling everyone what to do.
Background: Kitar was proud of the Aarakocra, and he was also the pride of Aarakocra. He joined the military ranks soon after reaching majority, and tales of his deeds and how fast those carried him to higher rankings will be told all over the mountains for ages. He was the captain of the Aarakocra scouts, and every single soldier under his command loved him. No one flew as high as Kitar. Until life made him plummet.
It was another straightforward scout mission, like countless he had done. He took one of the first shifts and let his team sleep while he fantasized with yet another medal he would gain. And then, something, someone, magically put him to sleep. When he woke up, his whole team was dead, ambushed during their sleep. It was a slaughter. He found nothing in the camp that could lead him to the killers, except a torn page of a spellbook with Cult of Earth symbol on it, which he kept to use as a, most likely vain, attempt to save his reputation. And he was punished, sentenced to exile, to live in eternal shame, for being the scout that went to sleep and got his whole team killed, depite his arguments that only magic could have done that. And since then, he kept the torn page as a reminder of the revenge he seeks and the pride he wants back.
After a year of wandering alone as an outcast, he joined The Order of the Gauntlet just to so he could have a purpose and someone to give him orders again. He has been doing good work for the Order since, although he finds little joy on it. He still seeks ways to rejoin his race in the mountains and get back his glorious life.
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