All,

I am Dirom, I like to fight yet I like to keep to myself. I have trained years to use the weapons of my choice. I am not one of many words, and I hate talking about myself or my past. The past is just that, my past. When you come upon me I may be a bit distant or reserved. I may look odd to a few but I hope my hawk-like head doesnt bother anyone. I will tell you this, once I decide to join with people I am with them untlil I am told to go away or we cease to live. When I met most of the party I took a likeing and hope to soon rejoin them.

Dirom.

p.s. Dont mind the grammar.
Morid