"The women are MINE!" is a common phrase Kharcev bellows on the battlefront. Aggressive to a fault, his love of drink has kept him battered to the point where his body can take more wear and tear than most Dra'ken warriors. Lacking the finery of true military training, it is impressive that Khar is still alive this day. He has been the happy inebriated guardian of four ladies of his race before, three having grown intolerant for his abuse of the bottle and the fourth neither loving him nor leaving him at all.
Curious as it may seem, Kharcev grew under the regular livelihood of Dra'ken men. Shunted into brawls early, he wears the favored wing sheaths after beating them away from a previous opponent. He wears them often to hide the tatters and scars of his natural membrainous wings.
As a rule of his alcoholic rage, he is beholden to none but who can best him in battle, and afterwards his loyalty is absolute. At the very least, his second female ward was owner to that title, and retains it yet to this day regardless of her new residence among their society...

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