Name: Telchior (but most people don't know that: He goes by E.K)
Gender: Male
Age: 56 (Actually 6,056, but he skipped 6,000 of those years.)

Species: Eagle/Thunderbird
Race: Vulnerian

Alliance: None
Alignment: Neutral

Personality
Pros: He's studious, a genius tactician, a survivalist and, surprisingly, a family man.
Cons: He doesn't talk. Like, ever. He revels in violence a little too much, as well.
Neutral: E.K is the kinda guy that, despite never talking, becomes a close member of a wide friend circle. He's unquestionably intimidating, through sheer size and the fierce eyes.

Likes: Fighting, hunting. Meditating.
Dislikes: Needing to do things.

Backstory: E.K, or Telchior, was the runt of his litter, the weakest and youngest child of a nomadic tribe of warriors called the Folka, from the realm (dimension) called Vulneria. When he realized his weakness, and his destiny to become a simple fisherman like his father, his cries of anguish and attempts to reject his fate called the attention of The Storm. By preening his feathers this way and that, under the guide of The Storm, he was able to turn his wings into a safe haven that The Storm was able to occupy, thereby granting him incredible power. Enough to rise him to the top of his people's ranks! Enough... to save him from his dimension's untimely demise for yet-unknown reasons.
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Battle & Other
Powers: The power of lightning, in the form of a mysterious entity known as The Storm that inhabits his wings.
Abilities: His electricity can be used to amplify his own physical aptitude, to create storms, or even simply to fire lightning bolts from himself.
Skills: Master swordsman, expert hand-to-hand. Near god-like skill with his lightning abilities.

Weapons: A cool sword that's surprisingly fragile. A hatchet that isn't so fragile.
Tools: The magic shield that his mother owned, and the magic armor that his father made. Both are essentially indestructible.

Forms: Lightning Reflex

Weaknesses: His advanced age gives him a weakened fortitude that no amount of tenacity can overcome. Does not understand technology.

Appearance: A brown-feathered... bird. Does not look vaguely mobian, standing at a full two meters (6'6) with a statuesque physique. Tree trunk arms, god-like thighs, and a suit of blue plate armor all over his body that obscures that fact. The armor also covers his massive ten-foot-wingspan, but clanks loudly when the wings are folded. The visor of his helmet is rarely put down, letting his grey eyes stare into the very soul of anyone who tries to stare back.

Other info: Has a sister named Aaira that survived his dimension's destruction.