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Name: Gawain Caldebrand
Race: [Humie], [Okami]
***: [Male]
Hair: [Blonde]
Eyes: [Blue]
Skin: [Fair]
Face: [Masculine]
Bust: [Flat]
Height: [Amazonian]
Hips: [Masculine]
Butt: [Masculine]
Fitness: [Ripped]
Age: Early 30s

F.M.S.U.: [Everhard], [Buckets Of Cum], [Hyper Fertility], [Life, Uh, Finds A Way], [Resting Smug Face], [Love Nectar], [Magnum Dong], [Curse of A Thousand Maidens]

G.R.M.: [Regeneration], [Tasty Fate], [Bio-Immortal], [Monster Mash x1], [Claws], [Ubermensch], [Big Boi], [Auxiliary Systems]

Gawain's a big muscled bastard, nearly 2.5 times the size of any normal man. His mug, well it ain't no better for a fight, but it's a handsome one nonetheless, to say nothing of his carefully groomed moustache. 

U.T.T.: [**** Physics], [Divine Pregnancy], [Contortionist], [Biggus Dickus]

Aferlife: [Lahash - Arbiter of Will]
Afterlife Timer: [1 Month]
Death Mods: [Corrupted Vision], [A Most Terrible Fate], [Remuneration]
Player Count: [10,000 People]
Start Location: [The Great Wilds]

PROFICIENCY
Strength 3
Agility 3
Endurance 4
Durability 4
Combat 5
Strategy 1
Charisma 4
Alchemical 2
Luck 4

Banes: [Humanity], [Awoo], [Duel With The Devil], [Ahegao], [No Metagaming], [Attention Whore], [Water To Wine], [Masochist], [Lightweight], [Sadist], [Exhibitionist], [Masculinity], [The Fool], [The Chivalrous], [Hephaestus’ Curse], [Mark Of Failure], [Rape Instinct], [Yaranaika?], [Potionholic], [Medal Of Honor]

Boons: [Hush Money], [Frens], [Unbreakable Will], [Final Journey], [Tasty Prof], [Permanence], [Max Charisma], [Man Portions], [Aura’s Veil], [Hero], [Demon Lord], [Seal Decay], [Face Me], [VooDoo], [Ooga Booga], [Lucky], [Death Is the Only Cure], [Divine Intervention], [Transmog], [Unbreakable Mind], [Relative Realism], [Warm Welcome]

Items: [Riftgate Licence], [Solar Charger], [Runman]

There are many who have contemplated the nature of man, whether to love, or to war, to think or feel. And then there is Gawain, the natural expression of a man. He likes to fight, and he likes to ****. Sometimes both at once. Dropped in Aria, he joined the monks, who hoped to fashion him into a calm warrior; instead, he simply became a more dangerous beast in combat, often eating mushrooms or downing potions to work himself into a violent, lustful frenzy. He eschews usage of weapons, instead preferring to beat and grapple his opponents into submission. Sometimes, he likes to dress in sparse leather, oil himself up, and partake in pankration, what he views as the truest test of strength. Rather, he doesn't like clothes much at all. You would know him by his bearlike appearance, sporting nothing but a loincloth and a few leather straps, placed seemingly at random. If anything, he wears more for the pankration than normal.
Despite his violent and lustful behavior, he is well-spoken, eloquent enough to inspire his opponent to give it their all. Indeed, he desires nothing more than a good fight followed by a good ****, and he is more than capable of convincing the riff-raff and the occasional worthy opponent to those ends. Such is the whiplash between his berserker-like nature and polite, almost soft-spoken nature he betrays while drinking the night away at the tavern that people have taken to calling him a werewolf. His occasional howls at the moons do him no favors there.