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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sir Osis of Liver" data-source="post: 714842" data-attributes="member: 2427">I am Kariff StoneI hail for a small unnamed village in the Midlunds. When i was thirteen my father put me into the service of a small mercanary band, called the Grey blades, that had holed up in town for the winter. Thier leader, Jerral Grey, took me under his wing. Together we found that my skills lie with speed and agility over sheer brawn. For sometime my weapon of choice was and old Cleft Dagger i bought off one of the othermen in the band, but after one particularly nasty battle i found something much more appropriate. A old Nyss Claymore, it was beat up but still a fine blade. It surved me well for sometime. While i enjoyed life with the Grey blades and learned a lot from Jerral. It became clear that i had no real future there. Still i kept delaying my departure, until one day during a minor battle with some brigands my claymore finally gave out. After that battle i decided it was time to take leave. I booked passage to Five Fingers in hopes of finding a replacement for my sword and to make a name for myself as an adventurer for hire.I am tall and of thin build, my movements are fluid and nimble. I've also been told i'm a lot tougher then i look. I keep my longish black hair pulled into a ponytail, and keep my face clean shaven. I prefure to aviod armor and offten wear an oversized cloak to help conceal my smaller weapons.</blockquote>