Rath had a normal childhood while growing up, he had his small group of childhood friends, they played games of war and castle, king of the hill, kid games. He lost both his parents in a war before he was 14. When Rath was 13 his village was attacked and destroyed. Rath's mother had found a spot for them to hide, but she was badly injured, just before she died she gave Rath her necklace and told him what it was for and made him promise that he would always wear it, with tears in his eyes he promised as she gave her last breath and died.

Rath stayed hidden the next day and watched as a group of armed men walked through the village, looking for survivors, they look like mercenaries to Rath and he kept out of sight, but was soon found. The men introduced themselves as The Slayes, a mercenary group hired by his kingdom to fight in the war. He told them how his father had died in the war, and how his mother had died hiding him, though he left out the magic necklace he kept hidden in his pocket. The Slayes saw something in the young boy and decided to take him with them. They started training him to fight, saying even though he was young he still had to earn his keep, he didn't mind he was used to hard work from living on a farm. By the time he was 18 he was skilled with a sword and already earning money from jobs.

During one job The Slayes were on Rath lost his left arm to a large man weilding an axe and nearly bled to death, after the enemy was defeated The Slayes bandaged Rath up and took him back to their hideout. Rath recovered quickly, but was upset about the loss of his arm, one day the technology expert of The Slayes came to Rath and presented him with a gun-arm to replace his left arm, Rath readily accepted it.

Two years later, when Rath was 20, a mysterious letter came to them, it had no return address, nor did it have a name, it simply stated what was needed and where to go to give their answer. After a small meeting the decided to take the job, it seemed easy enough. After going to the spot listed in letter they met a heavily cloaked man that told them of a small band of thugs robbing people on the road, their job was to take them out. Though the information was horribly inaccurate, the group measured in the hundreds, every one of them skilled. The Slayes were wiped out, Rath barely managed to escape with his life, he collapsed from exhustion and loss of blood, the enemy group didn't bother to look at him, they took him for dead and left. When Rath woke up he fled the horrible sight of his slain comrades. He's wondered from town to town, never staying long, for 2 years.

Name: Cathal Solais Berne, though he often goes by the name "Tulwar"

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Cathal is an individual of average height and build, standing about 5'11" with a taut, muscular frame. His skin is lightly tanned, and medium-long hair a shade of dark brown, tied into a short ponytail at the base of his head with a thin, red ribbon. A thin, scraggly goatee, a similar shade as his hair, covers his chin. Brilliant green eyes occupy his sockets, almost always filled with a sense of excitement or curiosity, especially when faced with something new and interesting.

His usual attire would make someone seeing him think of a pirate or brigadier. After an encounter with a certain swordsman, however, he has changed several things about himself, on top of an improvement to his fighting style. He now wears more simplistic clothing. A simple pair of white pants cover his pants, with a pair of dark leather boots covering his feet. A small scabbard rests hidden in his right boot, where he keeps a simple dagger for emergency purposes. On his upper body he wears a short-sleeved white shirt, the ends of the sleeves cuffed up. Over this he wears a black vest, and over all of this he wears a long, sleeveless jacket, held closed by a dark red sash. Over this he wears a few belts, to help keep his jacket closed, and to provide a place for Alarune's scabbard. Around his neck he wears a black choker.

Cathal, while still not a fan of wearing armor, has learned the value of a decent protection. Under his shirt and vest he wears a thin but exceptionally sturdy and durable chain shirt, which has saved his life countless times. The only pieces of armor on his person are the leather greaves on his upper legs and the vambraces on his forearms.

Unique features: Cathal has a variety of scars on his body, varying in shape and size. However, only one scar has managed to blemish his face: a thin, jagged scar, going from just below his right ear up to the middle of his cheek. The scar itself resembles an overly jagged lightning bolt.

Other than his scars, his face is riddled with various piercings. Several small earrings adorn each of his ears, and a few small rings grace his left eyebrow.

Weapons: Cathal uses a self-styled form of two-sword fighting, refined after years of practice and assimilation of aspects of other styles, known by many as "White Iron". His fighting style is unorthodox, and anyone watching would more than likely mistake it for some kind of dance. After his encounter with a certain swordsman, he refined his technique further, mixing more evasive techniques into his repertoire as well as other, more powerful strokes. His primary weapons are his two tulwars, curved longswords from from a foreign land.

Alarune: This blade is found sheathed at his side, in a black scabbard laced with silver. The blade itself is reminiscent of the mythical being it's based off of: The blade itself is about 3 feet in length, with a traditional rapier-esque guard resembling a myriad of thorny vines. Razor-sharp thorns protrude from the vine-like guard, allowing him to make potent punches with it if the need arises. The base of the blade has a small thorny weave engraved into it, and a small, polished ruby rests in the pommel. The blade itself is primarily for thrusting, although it has the capacity to slash.

Fenris: Shortly after his encounter with a certain swordsman, Cathal was forced into a battle where Fenris was severely damaged. He won, but the blade was un-usable. Thus, he had it reforged into a stronger, deadlier Fenris.

The blade itself is roughly 3 1/2 feet long, with a beautiful, curved blade. The base of the blade depicts the savage fury and beauty of the great wolf Fenrir, and the guard of the blade extends that with its design: a rectangular, hourglass-shaped guard made of a pale gold/brown metal, with a wolf's fang at each of the four corners of the guard - two point down (towards the front of the blade) and two point up (toward the back of the blade) - and intricate carvings engraved upon it. The hilt remains a hand-and-a-half wrapped in a fabric similar in color to the metal used throughout the rest of the blade. A short chain tassel was added to the pommel of the blade, to spice it up.

The blade has been reforged sharper and stronger than ever. It has the strength to cleave armor with powerful swings, yet the grace to split silk with a touch. In the short time he's had the blade, it has shown no damage or wear to it whatsoever, which makes him curious of the metal used in it's creation (along with the metal from the original Fenris).

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His strategy varies depending on the type of opponent he faces. If his opponent is the type of person that wears a skin of steel, he plays evasively, parrying and dodging blows while trying to pick apart the weak points in their defense. If placed against an opponent that fights as he does - fast and quick at the cost of defense - he'll let his speed reign supreme, striking with an onslaught of attacks. He always tries to remain adaptable, but his biggest weakness is power. If even one solid blow packing force connects with his body, he'll be feeling it for a while.

Personality: Cathal could easily be described as the womanizing swashbuckler. He takes life in stride, dealing with things as they come and never taking things very seriously. He's always looking for new and interesting things - be it places of people, and is highly inquisitive when he finds something worth his attention. He follows his instincts - however horribly flawed it may be at times - and lives by "The Three C's" - Coins, Cleavage and Combat. As a result, he's prone to getting lost just aimlessly wandering, ending himself up in all sorts of trouble. However, that doesn't mean he can't be serious, and often takes up a cold, menacing visage when he does - the sight of which often shakes up his opponent's morale.

Bio: The story of Cathal's life is like that of a legendary warrior. Of Irish descent, he grew up with a humble childhood. The son of a blacksmith, he grew up around blades and swordfighting. When he reached adulthood, he left home to wander the world, taking only his wits, his first blades, and his skill.

Time passed, and as he grew, so too did his skill with the blade. He adapted his style with the techniques of opponents he faced. But as his skill grew, his need for an equally powerful blade grew. After venturing across land and sea, he found the blade Alarune, finding it's blade nearly always sharp and damn-near unbreakable.

Not long after that he came across the blade Fenris cleaning out a cave of goblins for a local town. First seeing it, he was less than impressed with it, until he swung it at a Goblin that managed to sneak up on him - cleaving both the little beast and a large stalagmite behind it.

After that, the rest is pretty much history. He continued to carve his way across the land, making a name for himself.