Name: Fifur Blackwood Age: 46 Class: Monk Race: Human Alignment: LN Physical: Tall Bald Man with many scars referring to his past. Very Muscular with a always serious look on his face. Has some strange looking tattoos. Nature: Never Jokes very dry sense of humor Meditates often. Wary of other races but tries to be accepting to all Background/Bio: Some time ago when Fifur was a child no more than 12 years old, he was on a great ship. This was a merchant ship and he was born and raised on it, his only life was this ship and the people on it. One night there was a storms of storms 40 foot waves crashed against the ship. The storm lasted for 5 days and by the end of the storm the ship was destroyed. In the water lied planks of wood as far as the eye could see in every direction. On one planked laid Fifur battered and beaten from the storm, he was unconscious. Fifur floated for a few days until he awoke in a bed. He was being nursed by a group of monks on an island out in the middle of the ocean. Fifur did not speak there language but he soon learned, He learned their ways ate what they ate drank what they drank and trained as they trained. He soon came to be one with his mind, body and soul as the other monks were. This was no easy task it required many hours of meditation and many hours of excruciating pain to train his mind to not feel it. He was age 34 by the time his training was complete and he was awarded the Monks signature tattoo marking, this was a great achievement as there was only a handful of monks to complete the vigorous training at this monastery. At the age of 43 his father found him at the monastery. (His father was a drunkard and abused Fifur and his mother for many years, he has no respect for anyone and is a very selfish man.) His father wanted him to go back with him to another ship, Fifur declined, this put his father into a drunken rage. Fifur's father went around destroying everything he could at the monastery this bothered Fifur but he kept his cool. After his father could destroy no more he went for Fifur and tried attacking him with a broken piece of glass. Fifur defended him self killing his father. Fifur only received a gash above his right eye. Once the word of Fifur killing his father reached the abbot Fifur was banned from the island and the monastery. No where to go Fifur crafted a raft and set afloat in the great ocean. Here Fifur arrives today seeking a new adventure and a new place to call home….