User: Zynth
Race: Yssge
Gender: Male
Role: Leader
Class: Cleric
It's difficult not to notice this yssge warrior. Ebaark stands large, slinging a morningstar over one of his broad shoulders. Blank expressions, as if not completely tethered to this reality, are interrupted by a large grin and bellowing voice. His armor is a dark mottled grey set of thick scales, covering vital areas. His exposed arms reveal the trails of carves and cuts. Another glance leads one to see the intricate patterns and shapes, as if done for some symbolism. A patch over one eye covers the mutilated socket, where the lines did not cease to stop.
Traveling with his master, servant of Kord, Ebaark was exposed to combat and duty sooner than expected. The chism that scarred Sanctuary, left Ebaark scarred as well. It was the duty of his master, and thus Ebaark to help in the minutes, hours, and days after the event that shook the city. Fighting the horrors that came out, resting when possible and cleansing the little water they could find rested upon his young shoulders. A few days passed before they were resupplied. Resting on a full stomach, Ebaark displayed some unusual behavior in the words of his mentor.

Waking up the next morning, Ebaark was in extreme pain. He found his body covered in the patterns that remain to this day. The dreams that haunted his spirit and mind also remained with him. He put it all behind him, left the city, and sought out other venues for his skills. Unfortunately, time does not heal all wounds. The dreams have returned, and for some inexplicable reason, he has returned to Sanctuary.