At his Youngest Age Klarice was part of A village in the east, he had a family to shelter him, none was of his blood, he was raised from the age of four to the age of fifteen. When he turned fifteen, his whole village and family where Massacred by a Orc Raid, commisioned by a uknown enemy. It has been a great while since those young years of his life. He has grown greatly, relying on himself for all of his needs. He grew up the next 12 years wondering the lands of Layonara.Doing jobs there and here and giving to his community... the thing that has changed him though was about two weeks he was attacked by an assassin, no he has no choice but to find the awnsers to his problems... His attitude in life and his whole alignment was based on those moments of his early life His wholy black hair that goes to his cheeks is straight and fine, while his face shows scars of inner life. He stands about Five , Nine. He prefers to use the Katana above all weapons. He has a funny , jumpy attitude well fighting, and isnt afraid to get his hands dirty, but barly ever needs to since his technique is that of a tricksters. He is smooth and like the water, has an mid intelligence and same for wisdom. He isnt much for strength, he just is talanted with a sword and talented with speed all the same. Likes to spend his time sitting before a fire and watching the flames flicker about his mind. He has a thing for nature and always had, He loves plant life and such. He smells somewhat like oranges , no one knows why he does, it is just his natural smell. He Believes that there are two types of quiet men, one that doesnt say anything since they are so cabbabbled that they cant think of anything good to say or that they dont say anything for theres really nothing worth to say at the moment. He hasnt really mastered other languages except his own , never had the time to research them. He has a piercing on his left eyebrow which he had done himself, a long while back , he believes its a symbolism of his self, in a mirror of what his father was. Who he had only met once, and had charished, until that cold night, where he can still hear the screams in his head from them all being tortured by the damn scoundrels. He has a soft heart for music and finds it one of the most relaxing past times. He also loves getting into battles first head on, and fight alongside others. His fighter chararistics come into play in when he's battleing. He has high standards for war and combat, always comes prepared and see's his gift with his Katana A specail one above all. He realizes that he has this gift for a reason, so he uses it the best he can to protect his other warriors alongside him. He see's money as an unimoportance to him, and will only take money when he absolutly needs it. Some say that it is a weakness yet a strength at the same time. His effort to defeat his enemies is unmatched and he is always striving to make himself better.