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Mana Personal Name: Kenny Omega (Real name: Kenny Easly) Age: 24 Gender: Male Class: Adventurer Rank: D-rank Guild: None Tattoo: Red, right side of neck Face: Hawke - Dragon age Hawke Appearance Height: 6’3” Weight: 235 Hair: Raven Eyes: Gold Overall: At 6’3, 235 pounds Kenny has the look of the average human male. He isn’t necessarily the most lean, and if one were to judge he could be guessed for a farmer or someone of another meager profession. He can often be seen relaxed in his posture on and off duty, when sitting he prefers to be leaned back with his arms crossed or behind his head. Due to his old line of work as a farm hand he keeps himself fit with a well-toned physique and well defined muscles. On his head he keeps a mess of unkempt short black hair, connected to his cherished more or less combed beard. His eyes are penetrating and Amber, he can often be seen staring with a cocked brow if someone says something that interesting Extra: ??? Personality Personality: Kenny can be summed up in a few words, manic, friendly, charming, insane, naive, or even petty, but all in all he’s a simple man with a craving for simple things. .If you tried to knock that grin off his face, he'd respond with a defiant, bigger smile. His response to anything happening ever at all is to laugh at it, or shrug it off. A self-proclaimed "professional disappointment", you probably shouldn't come to him if you want a challenging fight , inspirational conversation. There might be a secret under that smile, or maybe he's just a filthy hedonist. He'd prefer to let other people decide. Kenny travels just about everywhere. He spends a lot of time in the slums, either drinking or people-watching. If you need a drinking partner, he's your guy. His favourite things are a good fight, a good drink, and a good ‘hook ups’. He wouldn't actively antagonize you, unless you beg for it. Likes:
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Magic Magic Name: N/A Magic Element: N/A Magic Description: N/A History History: “You don’t need magic to have a little fun.” Born in a slum to a miner and a bartender, Kenny is a child of meager existence his life once to be dedicated to hard work and small pay, or so it was thought to be. Joya was a kingdom in Earthland in the peninsula near Iceberg. Joya is known for its jewel deposits and vast wealth as a kingdom, a kingdom filled with precious gems and what could only be described as stability, what better place for a rambunctious child to be born? Kenny was born without magic, as to be expected as neither of his parents were attuned with it. His tuft of raven hair was as black as ash, his eyes pewter in color. Growing up he wasn’t the most conservative child, he wasn’t like the other children who harped on about being mages, or whatever was happening in Earthland at the time. He grew wanting to be a knight, someone who slayed dragons and took on the burdens of others to assure them happy lives or prosperity. Kenny loved to help others simply put, rather than wanting every toy that came to mind he was always one to share his things, sometimes in hopes that the young girls his age would look at him with favor. Even as young as twelve he always had a habit of being chivalrous and kind to women. A young casanova of sorts, though with this strange personality came his share of turndowns at a young age fueling his fire to find his princess charming. His father, as a gem miner was never a fan of “knights” and often let his son know that he disapproved of the very life style and would be better off picking up an pickaxe and heading to the mines with him. This trend of malcontent and authority often came to blows between the two, up until Kenny became of age to live on his own and that’s what he did. Not thinking twice he packed up his belongings and left his parents in the middle of the night leaving a note saying that he would rather fail at becoming a knight than waste his life breaking rocks. Where he was going to go, he didn’t know, he took north to Isenberg, but didn’t make it all that far before inevitably crashing and burning in the middle of nowhere. It was dark, he was alone and hungry, the fear of being alone and dying crept in the back if his mind. Kenny could feel his chest tighten with every breath, he was cold, there was a sharp pain in his neck, he was certain he would die. How he ended up in such a poor state was the result of taking a mountain pass to get to Isenberg and having a minor slip up, and a brutally unprepared set of gear. He must have tumbled down half of the mountain before crashing into a free, cracking his ribs and putting his life in peril. All seemed loss as hours passed, he would have been discovered for half a day before a traveling caravan had found him.They took some of his belongings as payment for taking care of him, his food stolen, his money pulled out of his pockets and his boots were to eb taken aswell, but the muggers didn’t count on him being a fighter at heart. Despite his broken state he slipped onto one of their wagons while they bickered on about dividing their new haul evenly amongst themselves. It was a lucky break, and Kenny managed to make a clean get away before checking what he had stolen, he had found clothes, water cans, small food rations, fairly decent armor, and a obsidian Katana, black all the way down to its hilt where it was laced between lack and red. It looked edgy, but it was good for cutting fruit and veggies, and it wasn’t all that bad in a hunt so he took it along with him. In a way he felt like he had become a knight, he had a wagon of goods, a horse and more or less leather armor as he managed to keep the charade going into his mid twenties until the horse that he had stolen inevitably died, and his wagon soon became a burden as pulling it everywhere wasn’t going to work out, so what does a false knight do when he’s in trouble? He ‘borrows’ from somewhere else. Landing in Fiore after a long few days of traveling. Where he had simply come to steal a horse he ended up staying. Because, “an adventurer needed to know when to hold ‘em, know when to walk away, and know when to run.” and he was going to count his blessings and take some time off from traveling despite having the urge to see the world. With that bit of contemplation he managed himself a cottage after selling what remained of his wagon, and in his new home he would soon look into finding one of those “guilds” despite not having any magic to give other than the magic of being charming. With this new lease on life came a name change, he never liked his father’s surname, and as a last wave off to his old man he changed to “omega” because who was more of an underdog than the omega in the wolf pack? Especially the magic-less one. |
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