Nick: Mac the Impaler
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Mac is a tall man, standing at around 6'1", he has long blonde hair and deep green eyes, that sparkle and glow hypnotically whenever he plays music. He has long, nimble fingers, perfect for playing instruments, throwing knives or picking your pocket. He wears a lace-up tunic, which is trimmed in gold, with long wool sleeves. His pants are tanned boarhide and his boots are made with mountain-bear fur and hide. His long, woolen cloak contains his many items and instruments: his throwing knives, his flute, his tambourine and the pack which contained his food and water. He always carries his Lute on a strap slung over his shoulder so that it is forever quick at hand.
Personality: Some say he is eccentric, others say he is mad and yet still others are found hours later rocking backwards and forwards in the fetal position, mumbling things like "yes yes" and "I'm the king of ice-cream". Still, he makes good music. Everything he does has a reason and a rhyme, every riddle has a meaning and every melody is in time. He may do some random things, and is always insanely unpredictable. But once you get to know him you'll find a method to the madness, but he won't seem any less unstable.
History/Bio: Mac was born in a small village, his father was a farmer who worked for the local Lord, his mother made clothes as wall as maintaining thier small cottage. He wasn't like the other children in the village, instead of playing tag all day he spent every waking moment practicing any instrument he could get his hands on. When he turned 15 he was taken to the Lords manor and was forced to be a servent. Any time he wasn't cleaning or running errands, Mac was practicing with his favourite Lute that his parents bought for him on his 14th birthday. Not long after his 17th birthday he was caught playing his Lute when he was supposed to be scrubbing the floor. He was brought before his Lord and watched as his Lute was smashed and then burned in the Lords fireplace. The next morning, the Lord was found dead, Impaled on a spear while he slept, and Mac was gone. Mac has never returned to his village since that day, nor has he been quite right in the head. It was not long after he became "Mac the Impaler" that he found his powers while playing his Lute in a Temple of Eno.
Branch: Bard
Sub-branch: (Not necessary to fill in at the beginning)
Other: (Something I have missed?)