Summary

Loud, obnoxious, and overly confident? Yep, that's Dzemael. A young high elf hailing from the war-ton island of Hasting Holm, he doesn't have much recollection of how he ended up so far away from home. He also doesn't really know how exactly he ended up traveling with a possibly folk hero and hunting the divine to put an end to a several century long war that has torn the world apart. He's just here to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and unfortunately for the gods of the land, Dzemael never had any bubble gum in the first place. Having been orphaned thanks to the machinations of war, he has been trained to fight his entire life and he certainly has plenty of bones to pick with the gods who made him this way.

Dzemael didn't intend to join a group of god slayers, but ended up in one anyway. Mostly to impress girls who have zero interest in him. He's a powerful fighter, having learned most of his skills from both involuntary military training and living on the streets as a young child. He dual wields short swords, and is best defined as a whirlwind of blades and kicks when he fights, and he fights dirty. He will win, and he will do whatever underhanded tactics it takes to do so--as long as he looks cool while doing it, of course.