“I suggest you tread lightly.”
Name:
Richter Lazarus
Race:
Half elf
Age:
28
Role in Human Society:
Mercenary/adventurer
Hair color:
Light brown. Sometimes grows a short beard.
Eye color:
Grayish-blue
Height:
6'7"
Other: He wears heavy, bronze colored armor, and a dark purple cape/cloak when appropriate. His preferred weapons are his greatsword and crossbow.
Likes:
Open spaces || Animals || Horse riding|| Exercising || Alone time || The King of Crows, Syrix, and Nerimus.
Dislikes:
Elves || Humans || Dragons || Premature judgement || Cities ||
Strengths:
Very strong/fit || Empathetic and caring || Confident and willing to take risks
Weaknesses/Fears:
Having those around him hurt because of him (f) || Can get anxious in cities or tight spaces (w/f)
Personality:
Richter may appear to come off as apathetic and uncaring to some, but this is mostly due to his stoic nature. He usually speaks calmly in most any situation, and usually doesn't express his feelings. However, in times of extreme elation or anger, he may erupt in laughter or...erupt (respectively). Because of his withdrawn ways, he sometimes has trouble getting close to people.
History:
Richter was born the bastard child of an Elven father and Human mother. His mother was a traveling merchant, selling goods, and met his father on the road. His parents separated after their initial meet up, but months later, his mother tracked down the Elven man, telling him that it would his responsibility to raise their (unknown to him) son since she simply didn't have the means. Richter never fit in when he lived in the Elven township; he was never as elegant as the other Elves, and couldn't keep up with their swiftness.
As could be expected, he was always bullied for being different. However, as he grew up, Richter got bigger, and bigger, and bigger. He went from being the short half-human kid to the giant half-human kid, with muscle to boot. He didn't receive as much ridicule after he got bigger, but it still happened. One day, he finally snapped at someone who was making fun of him, and attacked him. For this, he was thrown out of town, and disowned by his father who already didn't want him around. Richter tracked down the brother of his mother, who lived on a farm, and took the teenaged half-elf in. Richter loved the farm, his aunt, uncle, and his cousins, as they never treated him any differently, and were actually rather fond of having him around. However, one day, he left, seeking a job in a nearby town. One thing led to another, and he's been adventuring around ever since. He is a religious official in both the Church of Syrix and Temple of Crow.
