User Profile

Name Dinnin
Age 20
Gender Male
Height 5'11"
Weight 196
Allegiance (if any) Plague Dogs

Physical appearance
Dinnin stands near to six feet, lean and sturdy, and weighing nearly 200
pounds. He wears his black hair short-cropped and spiked. A mithril ring
adorns his left ear, and his azure blue eyes, somewhere beneath his dark
glasses, seem forever locked in a furrowed, angry glare. If it were not for
his worn black, dusty, long coat, his meticulously clean, pressed uniform,
would be visible.

Dinnin’s body reflects his turbulent past. He bears many scars, which he considers his “birth marks.” Even though it is obvious by his “birth marks” he has taken many beatings, it is also obvious, by how he carries himself with confidence, that many of his opponents also bear “birth marks” of his doing. On his right palm, he carries half of a tattoo, of a wolf howling to the moon. Rumored his one true love, now dead, carried the other half.

Personality
Cocky, arrogant , cold, calculating, and sometimes cruel, he seems to enjoy
causing discomfort among those that anger or disappoint him. He finds it
awkward to express his deeper thoughts and feelings with finesse and
diplomacy, to the extent that his candid, sometimes blunt manner of
speaking, creates misunderstandings with others. He offers no pretense of
friendliness towards anyone outside of the gang. Being somewhat
self-centered, Dinnin has learned through his own experiences, as he rarely
takes advice from others. His initiative often causes him to be the first
to act when he sees a need. He believes that some action, even a wrong
action, is better than no action at all.

Dinnin is motivated by one thing: Hatred. He sees his station in life (Having lost everything and everyone that mattered to him) as pointless, and realizes that he cannot rise any higher. With that in mind, he continually strives to improve, to become more and more powerful, in the fleeting hopes that, one day, things will change for the better.

Hobbies
Dinnin practices his swordplay, every day, the first thing upon rising. His
quick, precise strikes, a sort of beautiful killing dance. His blade is
always on his hip, or within arms reach. It is said he cares more for his
blade, than for any woman, or vice of man. Dinnin does enjoy drinking on
occasion, and on occasion he does do it to excess. These times of excess
are only in the company of Rod, who seems to understand, and even feed his
levels of asshole... such nights also usually end in a barroom brawl.

History
Nothing has ever been easy for Dinnin, as he had to fight his entire life
just to exist. Born on the streets of the slums, to a mid tier gang leader,
he was raised on the ideals that, if you wanted something, you had to fight
tooth and nail to take it. At 12, Dinnin's father was killed by his second,
and closest friend, in an attempt to wrestle control of the gang for his own
gain. Fearing retaliation, the new boss declared Dinnin a renegade, and set
the gang to hunt him. Against insurmountable odds, Dinnin was forced, badly
injured, out into the wilds. Living by his wits, and blade, Dinnin wandered
the land, allowing himself to heal, perfecting his blade skill, and plotting
his return. After 4 years, Dinnin returned to the slums he once called
home, and summarily hunted down and killed every member of his father's
former gang. This piqued the interest of The Plague Dogs, a rival gang, who
was planning to start a war to eliminate them. Having no family, no home,
and relatively nothing else, Dinnin welcomed the invitation to join the
Plague Dogs.

Weapon/armor/accessory
Armor is the Carbon Bangle with 2 linked material slots and one single
material slot. Weapon is a Mithril Saber with 2 linked material slots and
one single material slot.

Materia
Armor: Barrier (1) = Restore (1) and Time (1)
Weapon: Elemental (1) = Ice (2) and Counter Attack(1)

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