Akra and Atra , a borther's journey

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Looks:

Akra : He smells and breaths military. Evry fibre of his flesh and bone is meant to be a soldier, clean cut hair , althletic and in top shape but most of all the will to prevail and to keep balance. He does not fall in the all black or white patern soldiers often do, Akra rather see many tints of grays and trys to maintain a balance between good and evil, neutrality and orders are his guide lines. Akra wears the Uniform of Peltrach with pride and class.

Atra: a bit short of 11 month younger , he's a bit more of a wild card then Akra , his mother's death is a heavy burden he feels responsible for. Unlike his brother he sees less tints of grays in life and is more willing to do anything to get what he desires. When it comes to people he is caring and loving of those with him , or that aids him but a bit short out to help out others that have not prooven worthy .

Background: in the beginings , Akra and Atra were a farmer boys from Norwik , his mother died having Atra. Life was harsh and they fared as they could with an alchoolic father that fell in the botle after his wife died.

Recently , during a harsh winter , a raiding orc party burned the family farm and the brothers met the terrible life on the outside. Scraping what they could to survive. Their father did not survive the journey.

All seemed desperate up to a critical point when Akra found a rusted sword in the woods and decided to fight back. His brother always has been a good thrower , rocks were his play thing since youth, but soon he discovered his deadly aim with a bow. The two togheter develloped a style in combat only brothers could. They rarely need to speak on the batle feild and always anticipate the other's action.

What is yet to become of those two remains a mystery to any Oracle, omens reader or divinators….

one thing they are both certain is that before they die , all in the land of Narfell will remeber their names.