Alias: None
Age: 34
Profession: Bard, Adventurer, Storyteller and Performer
Appearance: A young man with dirty brown hair that looks like he did it himself and a face that was both warm and cold at the same time, generally changing between the two based on expression. He has a dark brown goatee that looks like it has been cut with a blunt knife and eyes that have no color but rather many different tinges of color(green being the strongest). He is of medium build with slightly burnt skin and slightly muscular arms and legs. All around he looks no older than the age of 21, only his eyes showing that he is any older than that point.
Equipment: He wears a set of leaf green robes along with long black pants held up by a rather plain dusty brown belt with a golden buckle in the center. He has a small pouch on one side within which he keeps gold coins and a knife upon the other side within hands reach. He carries a large sack with him as he travels which he puts into his room when he stays within an in. Within it one may find many precious pieces of equipment such as rune covered swords, powerful magical rings, mithral armours, gold coins, jewels and many things of value. However, to gain hold of any of this equipment is a difficult task as the sack itself was made to stop thieves and the like even opening the sack. He carries around a small wooden flute which may be used to send those he chooses into a trance with its harmonic notes; it is enchanted for just such a task. Whilst in this trance they feel themselves lost to the song, making them feel different things based on the emotion of the song. Upon his right hand he wears two rings, one upon his index finger and one upon his middle finger. The one upon his middle finger contains a sapphire and is more commonly known as a ring of shielding and may protect him against physical attacks(to an extent) and weak magical attacks. The one upon his middle finger holds a ruby and is more commonly known as a ring of casting, it allows him to form a small fireball within his hand and launch it, also allowing him to engulf his fist in flames that will not burn him. Upon his left he holds one ring which resides upon his second index. This one seems to be an ordinary ring however, it has contained within it a vast amount of energy and power that the user may tap into at will, giving him energy were there should be none. It may also be used to trap souls should he choose it and then the souls may be used in necromancy and such. His robes and black pants are not enchanted with anything of the sort and thus offer no protection , other that against that of the cold, whatsoever.
Personality: He is generally cheerful and happy, he enjoys sharing tales of his adventures with others(even though they are often exaggerated) simply to share his tales with somebody else. He is outgoing, adventurous and somewhat cheerful in nature, preferring to be moving about than to stay in one place. The only real time he is grim is when he is put in a situation he does not enjoy or when he is emphasizing the grim mood of something that he is saying. He is rather boisterous and sometimes rude without intention, getting himself into some form of trouble or another.
Likes: Food and drink of all sorts, especially among friends and family. He enjoys sharing his stories with others as well as going out in search of his own story, perhaps a new tale that he might share with the next set of people that he might meat. He enjoys traveling, going wherever fate may take him and meting whoever he might.
Dislikes: He absolutely hates violence, despising the thought of attacking another human being but knows that sometimes such measures are necessary. He hates thieves and bandits, having nothing but bad experiences with either of the two(Though that is rather hypocritical as he has been caught doing both somewhere along the line). He dislikes plain people as he finds them boring, preferring interesting people, well in his tastes anyway.
Most Valued Material Possession: His rings
Most Valued Sentimental Possession: His journal as it keeps a record of everything he has done.
Skills:
Over the years he has learned several different skills that have helped him survive within the forests when he was traveling as well as gaining certain immunities, below I shall list them and a quick bio of how he learned them.
Archery(Skilled):
He learned archery when he was just a boy, hunting with his father, it is often a necessity to learn a ranged weapon of some kind when surviving in the forests and thus he chose the bow and arrow. He had a knack for it and thus he continued to develop it further until he could be called somewhat skilled with the bow and arrow.
Theft(Highly skilled):
He learned to steal when he was first left to defend for himself after he left his house at the age of 16, taking anything he needed from other people. At first he failed miserably, having often to run away from guards and such to avoid being caught, over the many months that he practiced, he eventually built up enough skill to do so without being caught, even to the extent where, most would not know it was gone until they checked their own pockets.
Stealth(Moderate):
He learned stealth through hunting with his father and through the short period during which he was left out on the streets as it helped him to both evade the local guard and to catch a nearby dear by surprise. However, he remains only moderate in this area, getting within a certain range before being easily caught.
Short weapons(Highly skilled):
He learned this through his many conflicts, training himself in such an area. He generally uses knives and such as he finds them easier to slip in between gaps within peoples defense, also due to the fact that they may become a ranged weapon of some strength in the right hands.
Swordsmanship(Moderate):
Yet another skill that was taught to him through his many conflicts, having trained himself in such an area for where he might need a weapon to block the thrust of suck a weapon. He prefers knives but may take up a short sword should the situation command it, although he is more skilled with his knives than with any sword, he is able to use swords to the moderation of most swordsmen around the world.
Survival:
Taught to him by his years in the forest, during those years he has learned how to hunt, how to treat wounds using natural remedies, how to cure disease through herbal medicines and how to treat certain poisons. Due to this he may be able to tell you much simply by using ones tracks or by the stature of an animal.
Childhood:
He was born within the forests of arracnitic, home to some of the most magnificent creatures within existence. His mother dying in childbirth and his father left as the only one able to look after the small child. There he learned to hunt, to read, to write and more importantly, how to survive. He lived a life full of rather outstanding things and the promise of adventure remained. His father eventually died and he was left to fend for himself in the forest for many years. He eventually encountered other humans, upon this occasion he watched them cautiously, from a distance, seemingly frightened.
However, his curiosity overcame his fear and he went for a closer look, bow and arrow in hand. One of them caught him however and, thinking him to be a rabid animal of some sort, raised his bow to shoot him down. Only luck had managed to save him as the arrow was slightly off target and hit just a few inches left of his right lung. He went to run but as he did so the archer shot again, this time hitting his leg. The man walked towards the man, going to claim his kill when he noticed the person for what he was and gasped. His commanding officer came up behind him, seeing what all the fuss was about to see a young boy lying upon the floor.
He whacked the man behind the head as he stood there, cursing and scolding the man for taking aim at a young child. The boys vision wavered before he faded into unconsciousness.
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The next mourning he awakes with a start to find himself covered in blankets and kicks them off only to reveal that his chest and his leg have been cleaned and bandaged. His robes lay off to one side of him and he moved to stand only to fall over on his bad leg. Thus he reached out to his robes and put them on over his top half with great difficulty due to the seated position he was forced to do it in. He looked around the tent to find a water skin and a small plate full of food left to one side for him. He fiddled with the cap to the water skin, unsure how one might undo such a thing as he had never needed to do such a task as he always drank from rivers or streams.
He cursed and threw the thing away before moving towards his plate and digging in almost like an animal. He cleaned every last morsel off the plate before returning to his position, his throat dry and soar from lack of water.