Ranger from the north, adept in blades and bows. Highly self sufficient in survival situations.
Loner. Usually stays away from large cities, lives in the wilderness or at his cabin. Is friendly to those who treat him with respect. Most of the time, I don't talk much. I feel actions speak louder then words.
Elven longbow (give to him by an old friend) enchanted to pierce the thickest armors. A quiver of arrows, hand crafted from the finest of oaks. A long sword found while venturing in the barren wastes, beneath a tomb of an old king. A small, but rock solid dagger. Wears a dark brown, leather, cloak. Has ringmail under leather shirt, and wears dark green pants. Leather boots too. Has a small backpack which has survival equipment (fire starting, small tent, etc,.)
Grew up in a small town, quickly realized that he didn't fit it. Left at the age of 17, and has been a ranger ever since. Has a few friends, 1 being a cranky dwarf, an elf, and a couple fellow rangers. Lives primarily in the small camps built by rangers throughout the land, and has a small cabin near a lake.