Name: Varkas Leeds
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 28
Worship: Lectum
Weapon: Jade hilted Jian and black shuriken with diamond edges.
Species: 1/4 tiger hybrid, 3/4 human
Gender: Male
Rank: Chester Member
Type of Mancer: Necromancer
Varkas Leeds, though a necromancer, has an uncontrollable fear of death. No one really knows why. He had this problem long before he joined the Chester family, though they did not find out about it till afterwards. He kept his problem hidden for good reason. But one day during a little training spar, someone summoned zombies to attack him, an he broke down; screaming, crying, going berserk; the whole nine yards. He has been driven nearly mad by PTSD. As a result of all this, he has issues controlling his own creations, and often suffers for his mistakes. If his allies are lucky, he can keep it together long enough to eliminate their enemies or the threat or whatever it is. But afterwards, he is a frayed ball of ragged, raw nerves. He loves and hates his powers, and he struggles between his desire and fear of using them. He also seems to hate and love the living about the same amount. He never keeps friends or companions around for very long, and has turned almost everyone in the family away from him. He does not like being alone though. He can become paranoid. Varkas is described as having a very 'fox-like' face with his rounded eyes, sharp nose, and angular jaw. He has spiky auburn hair kept short with some bangs that fall in his eyes at times, or are hurriedly brushed aside to keep his vision clear. His expressions are usually dull and emotionless, so his crazed jack-o-lantern smile stands out when he slips into one of his insane moments. His body is covered in tribal tattoos which hide the scars underneath, most self-inflicted or gained from his own creations turning on him when he loses control. He is never in want for injuries and can often be seen bandaged up. He wears clothing meant for a tough, cruel street fighter as compensation for the truly weak person he is through and through. Mostly baggy combat pants, buckled work boots and leather vests or jackets. He can be very imposing at first glance, but a lot of people fail to take him seriously once they see him summon the dead.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 28
Worship: Lectum
Weapon: Jade hilted Jian and black shuriken with diamond edges.
Species: 1/4 tiger hybrid, 3/4 human
Gender: Male
Rank: Chester Member
Type of Mancer: Necromancer
Varkas Leeds, though a necromancer, has an uncontrollable fear of death. No one really knows why. He had this problem long before he joined the Chester family, though they did not find out about it till afterwards. He kept his problem hidden for good reason. But one day during a little training spar, someone summoned zombies to attack him, an he broke down; screaming, crying, going berserk; the whole nine yards. He has been driven nearly mad by PTSD. As a result of all this, he has issues controlling his own creations, and often suffers for his mistakes. If his allies are lucky, he can keep it together long enough to eliminate their enemies or the threat or whatever it is. But afterwards, he is a frayed ball of ragged, raw nerves. He loves and hates his powers, and he struggles between his desire and fear of using them. He also seems to hate and love the living about the same amount. He never keeps friends or companions around for very long, and has turned almost everyone in the family away from him. He does not like being alone though. He can become paranoid. Varkas is described as having a very 'fox-like' face with his rounded eyes, sharp nose, and angular jaw. He has spiky auburn hair kept short with some bangs that fall in his eyes at times, or are hurriedly brushed aside to keep his vision clear. His expressions are usually dull and emotionless, so his crazed jack-o-lantern smile stands out when he slips into one of his insane moments. His body is covered in tribal tattoos which hide the scars underneath, most self-inflicted or gained from his own creations turning on him when he loses control. He is never in want for injuries and can often be seen bandaged up. He wears clothing meant for a tough, cruel street fighter as compensation for the truly weak person he is through and through. Mostly baggy combat pants, buckled work boots and leather vests or jackets. He can be very imposing at first glance, but a lot of people fail to take him seriously once they see him summon the dead.