Appearance: Kennar looks like your average outlander in Wati. His skin is the white of far-off foreign lands, but well-tanned under the Watian sun. He wears the light armor of many martially-minded locals, but chooses to defend himself with a second sword rather than a shield. His sabres, contrary to the norm, have wicked serrated edges and the blades are noticably more thin, if you were to weild them. In his hands, they become a blur of steel.
History: As a young boy he was sold to a caravan owner by his parents, who could ill afford to feed the growing boy they birthed. Working for most of his young life as manual labor, fetching things, running messages, and tending to animals gave him the skills necessary to get by. But, one night, a strange man showed up in the camp. Before anyone got over the strangeness of a man appearing in the camp while they were tens of miles out in the desert on an ill-traveled path, the man had two strange swords in his hands. A second later, the caravan master was missing his head. The man walked out of the camp without a word, no other man courageous enough to stop him. The men of the caravan had the skill to get to Wati, their destination, but few had the inclination to try to keep that caravan going. They split up the money and signed on to various other caravans, leaving the boy mostly on his own. Already a young man, he spent his time in Wati doing boring work, but wanted more. He could never shake the strange view of the man with the wickedly serrated sabers slicing off the head of his former master.
He met Morana while signing on to various jobs to try to break into the adventuring circuit. After a few jobs, he could finally afford to have some of those badass-looking swords made. Between his signature swords and Morana's signature metal suit, they were sure to be famous in no time.
He met Z'ael on a job just two weeks ago. Someone was rounding up adventurous souls to take care of some upstart gang making trouble over in Asp. It was a bit odd, as the gnome didn't really seem the sort to bust heads. Easy enough fellow to get along with, since Kennar was nothing if not patient.
