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[Arlin]

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Born the bastard son of an unholy union between a human woman and an ogre, Arlin was shunned and cursed from the day he could walk. His only sibling, Jewel, cared deeply for her loathsome half-brother, and she took him under her wing long after thier mother had passed on. He soon grew into a tall, well muscled young man, with kind emerald eyes and a warm heart. Surprisingly, he took more after his mother than his father, although his ogrish freatures still shown through at times.

Arlin was drawn into the Yew Militia, where he was accepted and even praised for his cursed lineage. He rose through the ranks, eventually becomming a Major Sgt. He became wildly known as a skilled fighter, and a heavy drinker. His natural strength and proficiecy for the sword carried him to many victories in single combat, and he was often the first one to charge into battle, and one of the last standing. He even went on to be the runner-up in the Regency Tournament, becomming the first ever Knight of Love, knighted by the Regent himself Dayel Stormcrow.

After many campaigns with the Militia, it was disbanded suddenly, and
Arlin found his place in the world dragged from him. He was now covered in many scars, including a long scar that ran down the left side of his face, across his eye and down his cheek. He wears this scar with pride, having recieved it from an axe in the battle for the Yew Abbey against Moonglow.

Arlin's fall-from-grace began with him hiring himself out as a sellsword and mercenary. His skills were sought after, and it seemed to him that many people had need for a good swordarm at thier battles. Thus, along with Eerion Mestil, he formed the Black Dog Mercenaries, and the band of vicous killers, ruthless sellswords, and merciless assassins soon became infamous.

The Black Dogs enjoyed great sucess in thier endeavors, taking palce in many historic battles, including the Battle for Britain, and thier forces often had an effect on the outcome of the battle. Arlin found himself alone however, and he soon left the realm for lands unknown. He has come and gone from the realm many times, and each time he has brought something new to the land. He has returned once again, and what trouble follows him now, no one can tell for sure.
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