Name: Leopold Jürgen
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Selfish- Leopold cares only for himself, after all who else really matters in life? As far as he is aware all that matters is his own success and to be entirely frank what should he care for anybody that wants to get in the way of that?
Sarcastic- The lowest form of wit and the highest of humour. Leopold enjoys riling up generally everyone that he meets, even if it has cost him a few jobs before in the past. Sadly it's a habit that he just can't seem to kick, so he stopped trying long ago.
Nihilistic- Everyone dies in the end, one way or another. And after that people get forgotten and the world moves on as if you had never existed and everything is virtually pointless. What is destiny if we it all leads to the exact same destination without anything being affected in the meantime? Even though it fills him with geniune bone crushing terror and often makes him want to stop trying all together, he covers it up as best he can with loud words, a poor attitude and trying to enjoy himself as much as possible. Might as well enjoy the pointlessness of it all.
Untrusting- A man who lives for gold rather than for blood or creed is as easily replaced as one might replace a fork. Leopold knows this well enough and has developed a tendency to keep a close eye on his employer. Nobody earns any gold when they're dead.
Flirter- There are a lot of good looking people out there. Some are impressed by charm, others by physical feats and some even by gold. What's to stop him from trying to enjoy them all?
Wish: Money, lots of it. And a long enough life to be able to enjoy that money.
Weapon of choice: Short bow.
Kingdom: Independent
Background: Born to a lowly miller and his wife, Leopold wasn't exactly born into a path of glory. Nor were his four elder brothers either, who frequently took to tormenting their younger brother when their father wasn't around. Growing up on the outskirts of the world Leopold didn't even really know many other people than the local farmers and of course his own nasty brothers. Even the local taxman who claimed to serve the king of Donnaly became part of the scenery after a while and Leopold quickly got increasingly bored as he grew up. Frequently he was forced to hide out in the small woods nearby to the mill to hide from his brothers. But as he got older he ventured further and further in, finally finding somewhere that was more interesting for him.
On one of his small explorations into the untamed woods he came across a huntsman, a poacher to be specific, who almost loosed an arrow into him when he snuck up behind the hunter. After some brief introductions the poacher was surprisingly happy to teach the young boy a bit about hunting in exchange young Leopold would help him with carrying the dead game. As time went on the two bumped into each other more and more frequently until one or the other would be waiting for the other to arrive for the days hunting.
This continued until some days after Leopolds 14th birthday, an event that was hardly even noticed at home. In the woods the two poachers were busy skinning a deer they had managed to bring down. Throughout their entire hunting career together the poacher had never given Leopold any form of bow or weapon, always stating he could never afford it. As a result Leopold would have to hunt with clever traps or in some cases even with his bare hands. But as they were skinning the dear, Leopold heard one of the rabbit traps snapping behind them. Turning around, expecting to see some small woodland critter dangling in the air, he was instead confronted with a pair of royal guardsmen tearing through the underbrush after the two poachers. Leopold did the only reasonable thing to do.
He stole the huntsman bow and quiver and ran.
He knew he could never go back home, nor did he even want to. Instead he went deeper into the woods, and out the other side. The whole world was open to the young man now, he could go anywhere he wanted. And that's pretty much exactly what he did. Leopold spent the next 12 years travelling from one country to another, offering his services to anybody who could pay well enough. Over the years his skills as a woodsman grew exceptionally and he could track game like he was born in the woods themselves. His trusty stolen bow had long been lost, snapping when he pulled it too hard. Turned out the poacher wasn't the strongest of men. Now he is fairly confident that his newer short bow should be more than enough for the strength of his arms or to survive the wilds if needed. Just so long as it served long enough for him to get his next pouch of gold he was happy enough.