Gaurein Katho-Okamu
Details
Full Name: Gaurein Katho-Okamu
Race: Kishoi Moratallen
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Height: 8'3
Weight: 387 pounds
Birthdate: Ash, 19th 193
Birthplace: Zaichaer
Profession: Body Guard/Soldier
Housing:
Partners: N/A
Titles: N/A
Factions: N/A
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: Tallenese
Appearance
Standing at eight foot three, Gaurein is slightly taller then most Moratallen. Like the majority of his race, Gaurein is built for labor and battle. Three hundred and eighty seven pounds of muscle and flesh. A darkened earthy tone makes up the pigment of his skin. A symbol of the earth that he comes from. His eyes green with speckles of red scattered through out like that of a bloodstone. His hair and facial hair are usually kept tightly trimmed. Across his chest and shoulders are tattoos and markings of various kinds. Some more detailed then others. Depicting warriors in battle and scenes of the earth.
Personality
Forged by a harsh younger life. Gaurein grew up on the street and learned quickly that he would have to be strong. Fighting for scraps Gaurein is ruthless and aggressive. Believing that strength and power were ones Devine right in life. Those with strength were to rule and those without it were destined to serve. Stubborn to a fault, Gaurein is typical set in his ways. Though with the passing of time he has learned to take orders with a bit more ease.
History
Not much could be remembered about his childhood before. He couldn't recall his birth parents face. He had never been a part of a tribe or learned the ways of his people. At least not that he could remember. The only thing that stuck out to him was the harshness of the Zaichaer streets. The living in a orphanage and fighting to get anything. Fighting for scraps of food and clothing. Sneaking about the city as best as the fastly growing giant could. Gaurien often would hide where he could to watch the soldiers train. To watch any display of pride and strength that they put on for the citizens of the city. And though he wasn't noble born nor one of privileges'. It wouldn't matter in the long run. The man swore that he would be a fighting legend in the city. That his name would be spoke of highly. And as the years went, the Moratallen had grown stronger and more durable. He had become what he needed to in order to survive. And now he had begun his career in the military. Striving for glory and power. His goal since long ago. It was the start of the man carving out his legend.
