Age: 20ish
Gender: Male
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 250 lbs
Weapon: Hatchet (1/0)
Standing before the registration desk is a man of tanned skin and wild unkempt black hair. Everything about the man screams feral hunter, from the agile way he stalks up to the desk to the raw untamed wilderness in his piercing green eyes. He wears loose fitting pants bound tightly around his waist, with what appears to be a cord made of vine, that seem to be carrying shades of greens, browns, and grays. Other than that all you see him wearing is a bag made from the hide of a panther and a hatchet, both of which hang from the cord around his waist. The only other distinct feature about the man is the numerous scars that cover his body. He wears them with pride to remind himself of the most important lesson of the world. The most notable are the four long slash marks that run from his left shoulder to his right hip, wound left by a large feline. He approaches the guard and hands him some barely legible scribbling on a piece of parchment.
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Kazmit has the ability to fade into his surroundings. This only works outdoors or areas of cover. He is able to blend in with anything from trees and thick overgrowth to shadows cast by the sun. This ability allows him to reduce the chances he'll be seen. (d20+level*2 vs enemy perception check. reduces to d20+level while moving) Kazmit is also a gifted tracker. This gives him the ability to track any prey over land (doesn't work if his prey doesn't leave any track) and it also grants him a bonus to his perception rolls while tracking (d20+level+5).
Kazmit was raised by Llanowar. Not the elves that dwell there, but by the forest itself. And like all her children, Kazmit had to learn rather quickly the most important lesson in life: Survive. The boy quickly learned that in order to survive, he had to eat. Unable to kill most of the beasts of the woods, Kazmit scavenged what he could. This normally led to fights with other scavengers for food. These fights left the boy with scars he would bear as marks of courage for the remainder of his life. Eventually the boy learned how to stalk and kill his prey utilizing the only thing he had from his biological parents, a hatchet with a blade that was always sharp. Around the time that he turned 13, Kazmit discovered a primal force flowing through him. It seemed as if the forest itself was imbuing the boy with strength, power, and agility. The boy learned to harness this power to make himself a better hunter. He also learned to use it to make himself disappear from sight when needed. Eventually it allowed him to surprise a group of elvish rangers in the woods a couple years later. The elves were from distant forest called Skyshroud. The had come to Llanowar on a merchant mission. Amazed at the skill of one so young the elves took the boy to the village they were traveling to. There the elves fed, clothed, instructed, and nurtured the boy. In exchange for learning how to control the primal mana that seemed to be coursing through his veins, the boy showed the elves how he was able to surprise them in the woods. After spend a few years with the elves, Kazmit fell in love with an elf maiden named Yali. Realizing that it could never be, Kazmit left the elves and returned to the wild. A few years later, Kazmit was passing near the village when he heard an eerie scream echoing through the forest. Rushing to the village Kazmit arrived to find its inhabitants dead, dying, or insane. Shocked at what could have done this, Kazmit found Yali. She was wandering around the village mumbling to herself, all signs of life gone from her once stunning green eyes. Finally after listening to her rantings for several days, Kazmit was able to determine what transpired. Radzik, Yali's brother, had always had a knack for the death mana that came out of the Llanowar Wastes. Kazmit himself had felt its pull once he started to harness the power of the forest, but he never had an aptitude for controlling it. Radzik turned on the village. He struck out with the death magic and destroyed the village. Those that hurt him the worst were shown no mercy. Rather than grant him them death, he ripped their minds from their bodies and left them to die. Kazmit was confused as to why Radzik would do such a thing. Kazmit left his love in the care of an order of forest monks in hopes that they could help restore her using the mana of their home. After which he buried the rest of the village, along with his humanity, Kazmit set out to track down Radzik. All that remains is the feral predator that Kazmit was before the elves took him in. The feral predator is what Kazmit needs to be to find Radzik. Kazmit has come to Estark seeking clues, and answers. His ultimate prey is Radzik, and someday he will have his revenge on Radzik the Kinslayer. Someday he will get those answers.
This is the tale of Umbros. For those of you that don't know, Umbros is that panther that follows Kazmit around. From time to time, Kazmit can be seen riding a magically enlarged Umbros. Now, Umbros isn't a pet, but rather a traveling companion. Kazmit has always looked out for Umbros, perhaps out of love or maybe out of guilt. For the four scars that Kazmit bears on his chest area legacy left by Umbros' mother. In a tragic battle between the two that left Kazmit heavily wounded, Kazmit killed the panther huntress over a fresh source of food. It was only after he had skinned his mighty opponent that he discovered she was hunting in order to feed her young. Knowing the pain of juvenile abandonment, Kazmit took the young panther and cared for him. This occurred just after Kazmit had left the elves, so he was experiencing loneliness for the first time. Up until this point, Kazmit had never needed anyone. But now not only did he need the companionship, but Umbros needed someone to care for him. So the union of the two came as a result of a tragedy, but their loyalty to one another is unquestioned. Even now, in the strange city of Estark, Umbros follows Kazmit knowing that Kazmit will soon need him, particularly in his quest for revenge. For Umbros know all too well the loss of a loved one, and the need to protect your own.