Name: Barry South, aka Dante

Age: 26

Race: Human (Originally Earth)

Appearance: Barry (Or Dante, as he'd prefer to be called now) has the body and look of a person that knows how to take care of themself, by themself. At an even six feet tall, and weighing one-hundred and ninety-five pounds, and the physique of a man accustomed to a hard day's work. His complexion is fair but tanned, and he keeps his dark brown hair and facial hair cut short. Dante's eyes are green with streaks and flecks of brown, which fluctuate depending on his mood according to Dante.

Scars of various sizes and depth adorn Dante's body, most from work related accidents or mishaps or possibly from stitches and hospital visits. However a few are note worthy, like the old stab wound in his right shoulder (a little too tipsy to've dodged that one). Or, the three inch long slash down the back of his head (whiskey bottle broken over the head, this time too wasted to feel it).

Personality: Dante is a pretty nice guy. Ask him what time it is, he'll gladly tell you. If you're lost, he'd love to tell you how to get there. He's a great friend to have, a loyal companion, and a diehard comrade.

Of course, that's not to say Dante doesn't have his issues. Many tragic events have lead to bad decision making on Dante's part in the past, and the events themselves plague him. Distrust, paranoia, and depression are the major marks of his darker or more negative side.

Skill: Dante has a decade of experience doing mostly physical labor, mostly in construction and restoration work. He can always find work when a strong back and strong arms are needed.
Dante's more unique and unorthodox skills come from thirteen years of fights, close calls, drug dealing, repurcussions from the law (three years for burglary, age nineteen til twenty-two), and a general criminal lifestyle. Physical confrontation, intimidation, resourcefulness, a good gut instinct, intelligence, and excellent adaptability have allowed Dante to survive and thrive before, even in the worst of situations.

Affiliation: Independant

Mission/Goal: Dante's ultimate goal thus far has been to integrate himself into this new place. He is continuing to do that, until he has a reason to do something else.

Your Brief history: It all started nearly two months before Dante found himself in Eronnis, the events that caused Barry, now Dante, to arrive at the mental and physical state he's in today.

A gruff call from the foreman for South to step off the line and meet in the office. The dingy trailer that operated as the office for the site smelled of dirt, with a faint and old smell of ammonia. 'Probably used to have a lab in this nasty old thing..' Barry thought to himself as he stood just inside the door after he'd shut it. The boss said it without warning or any sugar coating, "The hospital just called. I'm sorry Barry, but your Pa's gone." Barry stood there stunned, for a moment, then just said, "Damn.." The foreman asked if he'd like to go home for the day, to which Barry quickly agreed. Barry quietly walked out of the office and to his car, got in, and drove home.
Although Barry and his old man had never been too close growing up, in the last two years they'd grown very close; Dad had lung cancer. Barry figured he wasn't gonna let two decades of the old man not being there, bar him from spending the time he could with his dad now. So as the treatments were tried and failed, as Dad's state got worse and worse, Barry was there for him those last couple years.
Naturally, it hurt like hell to lose the relationship he'd yearned for all his life. Mom hadn't been around much either, but who could blame her? She'd been gone since the day he was born.
The funeral was held, the body was buried, and Barry tried to resume his life. He went back to work the day after the funeral, and although he was hurting, Barry continued on. He was beginning to find solace in work, and the fact he knew his Dad was proud of him for finally doing something with his life, rather than just going back and forth between jail and the street like he used to do as a kid.
Things seemed to be almost on the upswing, until about fifteen to thirteen days (Barry's not sure whether he lost or gained a day, they all started fuzzing together after this point) before he made his way unkowingly into Eronnis.
It was a friday, and as Barry showed up to the work site one morning, he was met by his foreman near the office. Barry was handed his pay-check, and told that he'd have to leave. They'd had to let five people go, and unfortuneatly, Barry was lucky number five.
Barry, unwilling to let his life get any shittier, did not let this phase him. He smiled and said thanks for the check, and left. From there he immediately cashed said check, and spent the day drinking in his favorite bar.
Was this the healthiest or smartest way to deal with the situation, and all the things he was feeling? Of course not. Was it the funnest? In Barry's mind, hell yes.
The next two weeks or so was a whirlwind of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll for lack of a better term. Barry increased the frequency of his illicit dealings to supply his financial and substance needs due to his loss of employment.
One night, after an exceptionally outrageous binge of cocaine and liquor, Barry found himself stumbling home from a place he didn't know. He wandered about the streets for over an hour trying to make sense of where he was. But his frazzled mind and senses could barely keep him upright, let alone give him a sense of direction. Barry came upon a subway entrance, and made his way underground.
Instead of getting on the train like he originally intended to do, Barry wound up in the bathroom, bowing to the nearest porcelein god. After an offering had been given, just as Barry moved to stand, he noticed a glint on the floor behind the toilet. Barry grabbed behind the toilet, and withdrew in his hand a silver necklace, with a small jet black stone in a small pendant. Barry kept it, figuring it'd pull something at the pawn shop atleast.
Barry tried to stand, but slipped and lost his balance. Had he not found the necklace, he wouldn't've been clutching it and might've caught himself as he slipped. But such was not Barry's fate, and instead he fell head first into the lip of the bowl. A concussion followed, and then what Barry thinks he remembers as some sort of strange out of body experience..

After a month in Eronnis and Jarvais, Barry, now known as Dante in this new place, has secured employment as a bouncer at one of the cities seedier bars. He also enjoys fighting, and although he's not afraid of anyone, he'd much rather have the fight be for money in a ring than for lives in an alleyway. But, it's all a job at the end of the day, when you're trying to survive in a strange world.
Barry's still not exactly sure where he is, why he's here, or how he's come to be here. All he knows is that this is a second chance. It's crazy, and he's not sure if he's lost it or not, but if it's true then he's finally free. No more con record, no more negativity come from his past to haunt the present. But with the upsides of this uprooting of his, are downsides. Starting ALL OVER is a lot more difficult than it might seem.

Item Found: Silver Necklace with black stone.