Duin's Appearance:
https://plus.google.com/u/1/104955885820819587740/posts/2m8aTZdMnYHDuin stands at 6'8", weighing 226 pounds.
Duin wears a tight-fitting shirt and baggy pants tucked into boots, he carries a messenger bag.
He has a bo staff as a backup, but mostly relies on magic.
Duin has innate magic, but not deeply tapped into, only able to cast a meager mudball.
Duin lived with his father, growing up on the east coast bordering the Harena Desert. His mother disappeared back into the ocean after his birth, leaving him and his father in solitude. They lived a nice life, far away enough from the undead desert, it was quaint. But after years of the same, bland environment, he wished to see more, more life, more people, more everything. After this idea, and the incoming week, he had gathered enough food and water to safely travel north, to Arris. He had snuck out the following night.
It was a long trek, frequently getting lost or being confronted by a wild animal, but he's finally reached Arris, and has het to figure out if the journey was worth it.