Age: 32
Height: 175cm
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Class: Guardian
Rank within the Corps of Xeno: Commander
Bio: Born and raised in Tarantia, Metalien was born into a not particulary well to do family, nor were they in any way outstanding or famous. His family are primarely Inn Keepers and Weaponsmiths, though not very rich even then.
Metalien is something of a joker, neither too serious nor too laxadaisal about things around him, a cheerful man with a strange sense of toilet humour... nothing makes him laugh more than a wet sounding fart.
He doesn't recall much between when he was taken as a slave and when he woke in Tortage, but he does know what he was before then. Not especialy concerned with his past Metalien is proud of his status within The Corps of Xeno and is loyal to the end.
Metalien and his pets, a Horse named Roger and a Rat named Simon, make an odd threesom when relaxing in the wilds, the Rat eating the bread and seeds Metalien carries and the Horse standing around looking perpetualy bored.
Metalien has no real desire for war or killing, though he does see the benefits in a life of warfare and doing favours for people in need. One eye constantly on the leggy Brunettes and one on the voluptous Redheads he is something of a ladies man, always on the hunt for his next 'project'.
Where his life goes from here, he doesn't know and nor is he particularly bothered, all he knows is he has his mission from the King and he will achieve his goal even if it's the last thing he ever does.
**Updates to follow as the charecter progresses**
***Armour is Sunsteel Half-Plate, crafted by Retaw***