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Sharps Karlsson

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[break][break]Long cedar-colored locks adorn Sharps's head, terminating frontwards as two long braids, and a pair of keen similarly-hued feline ears tag along for the ride, waving at even the faintest sounds or disturbances in the distance. Crisp white shirts and vests shaded with hues of marigold make up the lion's share of his wardrobe; his shirt sleeves are almost always rolled up and his constant suntanned skin is shown off that much more for it. Friendly yet piercing green eyes meet and, moreover, match the gazes of others with ease, regardless of lighting or distance-- an acute sense of sight makes sense, given just how much of his six-foot four-inches build seems to lend itself to feats of both athleticism and finesse. A curious scar runs down his left eye, nearly extending past his arched eyebrow; its somewhat hush-hush origins make for a fun pocket story, he figures.

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[break][break]Greatly confident to the point of aloofness, Sharps rarely believes himself to be in disadvantageous situations or scenarios. In his own words, why take on a fight or challenge if he thought he'd lose? Calmness shines through much of his demeanor, though some might speculate it to sometimes be more a symptom of his trademark aloofness than anything else. When engaged, his ability to think and process information at high speeds is near-unparalleled but many occasions have seen him just scrape by or put in minimum effort, making this state of mind, for at least some of his fellow clanspeople, a frustratingly infrequent one for Sharps. A strong sense of empathy and personal responsibility hides out behind his somewhat prideful front and is likely what has helped endear him to the clan; in a sense, his propensity to be thoughtful and care, albeit rather quietly, for others has made him more than just his skillset. Those outside of his clan are likely to miss this side of him; Sharps's dedication to the clan, though perceivable as loose at times, is strong and reliable. His aloofness extends usually to his responsibilities or daily chores and routines, only sometimes spilling over to his personal relationships. Being facetious and jokey, aided by his raspy voice, tends to be how this carefreeness manifests under such circumstances.

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[break][break]Seemingly destined from birth to be a warrior for Galeclan, Sharps found that the art of warfare came too easily to him and instead focused on learning, from scratch, how to be a healer. While still superbly gifted at combat, what with his abilities to cruise past enemy defenses with both speed and devastating precision, Sharps would much rather spend the day chewing on random herbs to make a new healing salve or antidote. Much of his natural talents lend themselves exclusively to warfare, making his healer skills only slightly above-average right now, at best; still, he remains stuck fast to the path he'd chosen, only fighting as a warrior when requested to do so by the leader of the clan or a deputy of the clan; to anyone else, he offers an analysis of their fight and gives them strategy enough so that, in his own words, 'help from me would be overkill'. These natural talents of his are an ability to read basic movements and positioning extraordinarily fast and the skill to always place strikes with high degrees of accuracy-- both of these gifts benefit from his long reach, lean musculature, and heightened conditioning. Sharps's healing experimentation can best be described as 'trial and error' but a hearty resistance to poison and upset stomachs makes it a generally harmless, if not arduous, process. A couple of potent herbal mixes and invigorating vapor compounds have been pioneered by him, though the supply of them is often found to be low when Sharps is too occupied searching for new things instead of replenishing or gathering existing ingredients.