Shinko's Reincarnations

Basic Information

Preferred Name: Talc
Birth date: Nov 30
Gender: Male
Race: NATIONALITY
Home Country: Greyn
Occupation:  Soldier of Fortune
Sexuality: Straight

Legal Guardian: N/A


Health and Power Information

Height: 5'10"
Build: Athletic
Eyes:  Left is dark gray, Right is bandaged.
Hair: Black
Distinguishing features: N/A
Tattoos and Piercings: Three silver rings pierce his left ear.
Personal style: Easy to move in layered light robes.

Power(s):
Psionic Vision
Hidden under the bandages that cover his eye, is an eye that has obviously been tainted with some form of magic; with a black sclera and glowing golden iris.  Taken from a elven priest who was an acclaimed oracle from a woodland tribe, able to see the future, Talc grafted their right eye into his own head.  Though it is not a natural gift, the eye still gives him a few seconds of foresight, allowing him to stay a few extra steps ahead of his opponent.

Frozen Heart
Within his body, Talc replaced his own beating heart with that of a young Ice Dragon.  This gives him kinetic powers over ice and fog, as well as the ability to create them on command.  The process also magically toughened his skin akin to platemail and lowered his internal body temperature to the point where one can see a faint mist escape his mouth as he breathes.  Extreme temperatures no longer bother him, and he can walk on icy surfaces without having to worry about losing his footing.

Quicksilver
Talc has always been quick with his hands and light on his feet.  With quick reflexes to top it off, he can move so quickly that most people don't even know they've been cut until they move.


Physical Health Issues?  Grafts
Explain: While the grafts give him abilities that surpass the average human, they do have their drawbacks.  Relying too much on any of these foreign powers has a heavy strain on his body, causing fatigue, pain, and insatiable hunger.

Mental Health Issues? N/A
Explain: N/A

Personality Notes

Likes: Sleeping, Money, Meat
Dislikes: Cheapskates, Talkers, Vegetables
Strengths: Speed, Adaptability, Skill
Weaknesses: Rash, Stubborn, Wrathful
Greatest Fear: To die without his goal accomplished
Greatest Desire: To become the greatest swordsman ever known
Habits And Quirks: Has an odd habit of giving an opponent a final chance to kill him before he kills them instead
Overall Personality: Talc is generally a passive person, not caring much for the world or the things and people in it.  He takes his contracts, fulfills them, and collects his reward.  Things just aren't interesting to him anymore and he has recently been itching to get out and to a little adventuring of his own.  While his family wants him to find some direction in life and to settle down, he constantly feels the need to keep moving.

HISTORY

Mother: Sera, 52, Cleric
Father: Tyrion, 54, Soldier
Siblings: (Sister) Seri, 17, Cleric-in-training
Spouse: N/A
Extended Family: N/A

History: Talc grew up on the plains with his family in their small nomadic tribe.  As one of the young boys, he learned how to fight with swords and fists and hunt with bows.  As he grew up he, like most children, wanted to go out into the world and see what there was to see.  Though his father was initially against it, his mother handed gave him a pair of long, curved swords and told him to come back safely when his adventuring was done.
He was fascinated by the world outside of the small nomadic tribe he had belonged to.  There were so many things to see and do and experience that he had to wonder how he was going to do them all.  That was when he learned that the rest of the world ran on small gold and silver coins, not favors and honor.
His first visit to the mercenary guild put him off, bu the decided to give it a try anyway and easily completed the lower tier missions, moving up in the guild as he grew from an adventuring boy in his mid-teens to a young adult in his mid twenties.  For a short time he ran a chapter in this city, but when a mission came in to sly a dragon that had moved into a cave in a nearby town, the call for adventure caught up to him once again and he went out.
A month later, he returned.  Talc was tired and exhausted and cold to the touch.  Mages and herbalists from across the city were called to aid him, but none of them could find out what was wrong with him except for some stitching down the middle of his sternum.  When they investigated, they found that his lungs were exactly the same as those of an ice dragon, as well as his body temperature.  When they tried to take a blood sample, their tools continued to break and bend as his skin had toughened as well, though it was as supple as the skin of a normal human.  When they asked him abou tit, he explained that he had learned over the past few years the magic of Grafting.
A year passed and Talc continued to run the guild, now twenty-five, when a mission came in from the mage's guild to investigate a rogue psion who was believed to have been in the area.  Taking the mission himself once again, he went out and defeated the psion.  When he came back, he had bandages wrapped around his eye.  Though the mage's guild was furious with him, there was little they could do about it any more.
Not long after, he was asked to retire from his post by the masters of the mercenary guild. From then on, he continued to make his living as a mercenary for hire while also searching for useful skills to pick up.