Kharnak

Kharnak is an Eastern sergal living seasonally in the Goldring area during the off-season in the New Age setting. Spending majority of his time in the Eastern Lyvanks, hunting small and big game. Aspiring Shigu History enthusiast, he sought training from the best. Getting by on odd jobs for hire, delivery running, and scouting activity for T-Rooters in modern times.

Appearance
Kharnak is a 6'6" tall,30 years old (36 in human years) Eastern Sergal.  His black and white, in the classic "Eastern Oreo" pattern.   He never preferred adorning himself with jewelry or trinkets, but he does wear utility arm bands, sling bags, even a tail bag when needed.  He does however, enjoy collecting weapons, and carrying a rather large, unwieldy looking halberd with interchangeable blades, or simply, a curved Naginata like spear tip.  He also carries a smaller bowie knife shaped side-arm, as well as two smaller duell edged daggers in his leg cuffs.  Kharnak's eyes are dichromatic.  They are a hue of sap-green, but shimmer a different metallic color when viewed from a shallow angle.

Biography
Kharnak came from a long line of proud and well known Eastern hunters. His father, (xxxx), lost an eye at an early age after falling victim to a predatory Talyxian plant (Kukusel: "Harpooned Rose"). His story of perseverance was imbued at an early age, giving Kharnak a sense of appreciation for one's advantages and the finite nature of life. His parents were loving, but distant, often working and traveling on their own. Leaving him to his own devices tending to looking after his village for long periods of time at a young age.

On the surface, comes off as cocky and confident, but, extremely conscientious and genuinely caring about the well-being of others. Taking much pride in his work, he puts forth the entirety of his skill, no matter the job. He prefers being a useful and diligent protector and provider, but is not above taking unsavory jobs under the table.

Acquiring many "side hustles" to get by, such as dabbling in KefBassi trade, bar bouncing, personal escorts, guarding Imagoi patches and personal gardens for Shaman.

By the age of 18 he became a full fledged Mercenary. Although principled and soft spoken, there are instances where he seems capable of shockingly cold, brutal acts.

He utterly abhors the decadence of Goldring's marketplaces. His wild and unkempt "mountain sergal" ways sometimes clashes with the GRVC, as they will not allow him into certain places due to his very questionable hygiene.

As a Shigu History enthusiast, he had always aspired to something greater than mundane living and subsisting. Seeking to learn all he could about the Shigu Conquest, and the years leading up to it. One descendant of a Shigu captain, a very tacit silver grey Sergal, Unahm, was one of his most formative trainers. Teaching him to rely on his senses and intuition. Amazingly, Unahm almost never spoke any words at all. One memorable learning experience was a very long drawn out duel in which they hunted each other throughout a dark swamp, finally ending with Kharnak breaking a stalemate. Kharnak felt some deeper unspoken lessons from his time in the North. Finding deep solace and comfort in, what may be seen by some, as a gruesome and detestable period of history, a deeper meaning hidden within, to be understood, unspoken.

Due to his choice of splitting and dying his tongue, he is sometimes frustrated when he is mistaken and dismissed as a simple Rain fanatic.

It is later revealed, by his former mentor, that he was actually hamstrung many times, during his training and various opportunities. Because of this, he developed a very deep seated grudge against the very same Bloodstone oligarchs, from whom he used to proudly accept jobs from.