Kierkegaard
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Name: Kierkegaard
Nickname/Alias: Kierk
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'8
Weight: 160
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Green
Skin: Olive
Identifying Marks: None in particular. His hands are rough, but his face is still young and soft.
Appearance: Clearly a young man. His eyes are bright with the ambition of the future, and his hair is dirty with the work of today. The clothes hang off his body, and his cheeks are a bit skinny. Though the pink has still not left them.
Strengths: He is a very hard worker, and gets along with other humans very well.
Weaknesses and fears: He is heavily racist against those who aren't human. And is not afraid to say so.
Religion and cults: He grew up worshipping the god Harateth in the morning and at night. They had a small shrine for him in the cottage where they offered a piece of their harvest at the end of the season.
Profession: He is a farm boy through and through.
Backstory: Kierkegaard grew up a young boy in the fields of the Northern Kingdom. His father and mother were never very wealthy, and spent most of their days doing farm work. Due to the lack of monetary achievement, his life was a simple one. Though, Kierkegaard dreamed of far off lands, and travels. However, he never achieved those dreams.
The farthest he had ever travelled was the Southern Wilds. But these trips were never long, and were mostly made to get some game or materials. Due to his parents warnings, and the stories he'd heard of the area, he grew up fearing the place.
He's seen very little of the world, or of it's races. Most of the contact Kierkegaard has had is with other humans who live near the farm. He's laid eyes on a dwarf or two, and swears he has caught a glimpse of an elf. But he doesn't speak of those incidents with pride. Fear was instilled in hime from a young to be fearful, and even hate those beings who are not like them.
As he is coming into his own, Kierkegaard has begun to store up a bit of wealth for himself. Still being relatively young and healthy, his parents show no sign of turning the farm over to him any time soon. So, he has begun the process of attaining his own land to farm, and hopes to begin his own adulthood soon.
Nickname/Alias: Kierk
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'8
Weight: 160
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Green
Skin: Olive
Identifying Marks: None in particular. His hands are rough, but his face is still young and soft.
Appearance: Clearly a young man. His eyes are bright with the ambition of the future, and his hair is dirty with the work of today. The clothes hang off his body, and his cheeks are a bit skinny. Though the pink has still not left them.
Strengths: He is a very hard worker, and gets along with other humans very well.
Weaknesses and fears: He is heavily racist against those who aren't human. And is not afraid to say so.
Religion and cults: He grew up worshipping the god Harateth in the morning and at night. They had a small shrine for him in the cottage where they offered a piece of their harvest at the end of the season.
Profession: He is a farm boy through and through.
Backstory: Kierkegaard grew up a young boy in the fields of the Northern Kingdom. His father and mother were never very wealthy, and spent most of their days doing farm work. Due to the lack of monetary achievement, his life was a simple one. Though, Kierkegaard dreamed of far off lands, and travels. However, he never achieved those dreams.
The farthest he had ever travelled was the Southern Wilds. But these trips were never long, and were mostly made to get some game or materials. Due to his parents warnings, and the stories he'd heard of the area, he grew up fearing the place.
He's seen very little of the world, or of it's races. Most of the contact Kierkegaard has had is with other humans who live near the farm. He's laid eyes on a dwarf or two, and swears he has caught a glimpse of an elf. But he doesn't speak of those incidents with pride. Fear was instilled in hime from a young to be fearful, and even hate those beings who are not like them.
As he is coming into his own, Kierkegaard has begun to store up a bit of wealth for himself. Still being relatively young and healthy, his parents show no sign of turning the farm over to him any time soon. So, he has begun the process of attaining his own land to farm, and hopes to begin his own adulthood soon.
