Editing DND DarkSunFTE Heart of Iron: Tak-tha

'''Description:'''  Tak-tha is rather tall and muscular Thri-Kreen, especially considering that he has yet to spent time in the arena. His chitin is colored a sandy, bright tan and it looks naturally polished with few irregularities or blemishes. His movements often seem slow and deliberate and when doing nothing Tak-tha often remains motionless as if in torpor. He wears an armor made of mekillot scales with its joints reinforced by smaller chitin plates recognizable as shed Kreen chitin plates. His upper hands are bound in heavy leather reinforced with stone and bone spikes, while weapons like an Athulak or a traditional kreen Chatkcha hang at his waist harness.

'''Description:'''  Tak-tha is rather tall and muscular Thri-Kreen, especially considering that he has yet to spent time in the arena. His chitin is colored a sandy, bright tan and it looks naturally polished with few irregularities or blemishes. His movements often seem slow and deliberate and when doing nothing Tak-tha often remains motionless as if in torpor. He wears an armor made of mekillot scales with its joints reinforced by smaller chitin plates recognizable as shed Kreen chitin plates. His upper hands are bound in heavy leather reinforced with stone and bone spikes, while weapons like an Athulak or a traditional kreen Chatkcha hang at his waist harness.

'''Bio:'''  Early in Tak-tha's life he lost his pack. During a fierce sandstorm he was separated from his clutch. Lost in the storm, as the sand started to thin his chitin, he started hearing voices that lead him to a small cave, which allowed him to wait until the storm ended. For days afterwards he searched the wastes for his pack without being able to find a trace of them. As slowly became delirious from the sun and heat the voices returned and guided him to another cave with a small pond, allowing him to regain strength. Since then he travels listening to the voices guiding him and protecting Athas.

'''Bio:'''  Early in Tak-tha's life he lost his pack. During a fierce sandstorm he was separated from his clutch. Lost in the storm, as the sand started to thin his chitin, he started hearing voices that lead him to a small cave, which allowed him to wait until the storm ended. For days afterwards he searched the wastes for his pack without being able to find a trace of them. As slowly became delirious from the sun and heat the voices returned and guided him to another cave with a small pond, allowing him to regain strength. Since then he travels listening to the voices guiding him and protecting Athas.