[spoiler]Bumps weren't working +edits to be made [/spoiler] [quote]People ask me, how did you get so strong? I'll tell em to dig some canals. [/quote] [b]Name/Alias[/b]: Dale Morrison [b]Age[/b]: 34 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Description[/b]: [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DOpg--TX0AEgrK8.jpg]Here![/url] [b]Personality[/b]: Quiet, he'd rather sit under a tree and sleep or read than go partying. He's actually quite the pushover, though no one will tell him that. [b]Weapons[/b]: Konungur: A large metal hammer, about 5'7" long with a plain grey appearance, and a sharpened tip above the main bulk. When thrown, it will return to its owner. The weapon itself is invulnerable, but does not absorb shock. It also cannot be lifted by anyone but Dale himself, and will change it's weight accordingly. It can also change its weight at its owner's will, from near weightlessness, to as heavy as two battle tanks. Gnash: (Given by Cob), A pole arm that is half hammer half ax. It can shorten to a one hand grip and is able to be controlled in the air. The ax is a living thing, which runs an electric current through itself to vibrate at a high frequency. (Hammer and Ax part only). The weapon parts of the ax and hammer can also oxidize and break down metal that it touches with fast efficiency. The ax can also modify the metal it is made of should it taste (or hit) anything it deems better than itself. KRISS Vector 10mm SMG: Just as it sounds. Doesn't have a lot of oomph but is a reliable sidearm. Crackers: Baseball sized solid steel balls. An orange rune on them will cause them to violently explode and shatter when in proximity of an enemy, akin to a grenade. This can also be delayed to explode after hitting something. [b]Armor[/b]: Ornate silver forearm guards that block all damage, and nullify shock completely. Extremely effective, but lack any area protection. Best uses are for blocking a foreseen attack. (Given by False for pawing the first trial.) "Nose of the Huntsman": A brown scarf which has two black dots to represent a boar's nose. With this, no smell can escape Dale, allowing him to track down just about anything. The Electric Funeral: (Given By JT.)- 3 inch thick steel armour suit, with a 2 inches of ceramic overtop. Over all that is graphene for conductivity, and jumper cables and a car battery on the back of the suit to shock melee combatants. A rune placed upon allows for the first melee attack he receives to stun the opponent for .5 seconds, recharge of 5 posts. (For being second place in tourney.)- Boots and Gloves of the Tatakai monks: The fur lined boots shimmer with energy, increasing Dales speed so that he could sprint at 40 kilometres per hour. The gloves increase the amount of damage he is able to dish out, allowing him to crack a stone pillar harmlessly. It also increases the amount he can lift and throw by double what he has now [b]Equipment[/b]: He's got a backpack, usually filled with books and a to-go dinner from his wife. [b]Skills[/b]: Can chop a tree, real good. Also is a good cook, when using meat. [b]Abilities[/b]: Physical Prowess: Upon locating an opponent, his physical strength can become twice that of his opponent(s) when chosen, armor (including vehicles), magic boosts and all. His skin also becomes twice that of an opponent's physical resilience, armor, magic boosts and all. Upon his own, his strength is enough to crush tanks in his bare hands with ease. However, his resilience to physical attacks is just enough to avoid being killed by a stray bullet. Blunt objects almost have no effect. His resistance to heat is still the same no matter what, evidence of the burns on his usually covered chest. That's it. [b]Background[/b]: A hard working man of the land, he felt that farming every day every morning with tedious work was not for him. He joined the military in seek of adventure, but only found the occasional bandit attack on the small town to which he was assigned, not even that far from his home. During one of the raids, his mistook a citizen for a bandit and crushed his skull in. Put on trial, it was accounted for as manslaughter and not outright malicious murder. He spent years in that hole of rotting men and sleazy thieves, and hated it. Apparently his sentence was not for life, but the amount of years he had been placed under might have well been an eternity. His sob story had proven useful, as well as his bravery of facing multiple attacks on a relatively hopeless village. After careful consideration and years of debate, he was allowed to go free, though he would always carry the bitterness with him. Through a few contacts and several callings of favors, he managed to wind up at a tavern as a bartender. There he met the love of his life, the owner Elincia. She was a rather small woman with long black hair, and rather delicate too. One could hardly fathom how they see eye to eye, though technically they don't. She supported his reading habits and gave him a place to lay at night, so that was enough. Several more years passed and they had become married, and ran the tavern together, "The Good Knight's Night" quickly became a hit with the locals, and passing traders. Dale felt something change in those years, his heart. The woman he loved had seeped the bitterness out of it and replaced it with joy. He could not be more thankful, and vowed to protect her. However at the same time he chose to avoid violence unless absolutely necessary, or was needed to keep the inn going through mercenary work. But now his days are filled with relaxation of daily routine: Wale up, train, bartend, clean, talk with his loved and hit the sack. And so it has been such a routine for quite the while.