wanderin_robin
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Name: wandering_robin
Nickname/Alias: Wandering Robin, Robin the Wander, The Ancient Wanderer
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11’’
Weight: 8st
Hair: Long shaggy grey hair and beard
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Wrinkly
Identifying Marks: A distinct lack of clothes and a thick Yorkshire accent
Appearance:A scrawny and ancient man
From time immemorial Robin has walked lands far and wide, countless centuries spent walking through the harshest of deserts, climbed up the tallest peaks, trekked through the coldest tundra’s, trudged through the deepest darkest forests, sailed the roughest seas, lived through violent wars, and seen empires and civilisations rise and fall throughout his many years of journeying. Having spent a good part of the first and second ages in Altera he left following the attack of the Dread Queen, but now once again his feet have brought him back to the shores of Altera. What he will see on his never-ending march through these new lands is the next adventure.
His origins remain a mystery lost in the sands of time, not even he can remember, for his memory is not what it once. Different legends say different things, but the most widely accepted version is that he is one of the Ancient ones, created at the birth of the universe, and doomed to wander till the end of days. He lives as a hermit, having taken a vow of poverty, only carrying the bare essentials and giving away any items of value he collects to benefit others.
During his travels he has become a sort of assistant to the weary adventure, appearing now and then with a much needed pork chop, or to lend a hand defeating a troublesome skeleton. When short on supplies he often assists local lords in manual labour, in exchange for food, shelter and drink at the town’s inn, bringing with him is many tales of heroes and far off lands to the people of the city. Having spent so many years on the road he has become incredibly wise, from meeting with soothsayers and scholars, and enjoying a good bit of time in the library. Usually though he can be found sampling the beverages in the local tavern, or sleeping off the effects in a corner or on a bench. He does often have a job or two for the brave young adventure, sometimes needing people to go out in the dangerous wilderness to send messages to old friends or recover artefacts for study.
Distrusts most magic and technologies (apart from of course brewing and distilling technologies, those he trusts very much so) preferring to live a more simple existence exploring all the beauty nature and the odd pub or three have to offer.
Nickname/Alias: Wandering Robin, Robin the Wander, The Ancient Wanderer
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11’’
Weight: 8st
Hair: Long shaggy grey hair and beard
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Wrinkly
Identifying Marks: A distinct lack of clothes and a thick Yorkshire accent
Appearance:A scrawny and ancient man
From time immemorial Robin has walked lands far and wide, countless centuries spent walking through the harshest of deserts, climbed up the tallest peaks, trekked through the coldest tundra’s, trudged through the deepest darkest forests, sailed the roughest seas, lived through violent wars, and seen empires and civilisations rise and fall throughout his many years of journeying. Having spent a good part of the first and second ages in Altera he left following the attack of the Dread Queen, but now once again his feet have brought him back to the shores of Altera. What he will see on his never-ending march through these new lands is the next adventure.
His origins remain a mystery lost in the sands of time, not even he can remember, for his memory is not what it once. Different legends say different things, but the most widely accepted version is that he is one of the Ancient ones, created at the birth of the universe, and doomed to wander till the end of days. He lives as a hermit, having taken a vow of poverty, only carrying the bare essentials and giving away any items of value he collects to benefit others.
During his travels he has become a sort of assistant to the weary adventure, appearing now and then with a much needed pork chop, or to lend a hand defeating a troublesome skeleton. When short on supplies he often assists local lords in manual labour, in exchange for food, shelter and drink at the town’s inn, bringing with him is many tales of heroes and far off lands to the people of the city. Having spent so many years on the road he has become incredibly wise, from meeting with soothsayers and scholars, and enjoying a good bit of time in the library. Usually though he can be found sampling the beverages in the local tavern, or sleeping off the effects in a corner or on a bench. He does often have a job or two for the brave young adventure, sometimes needing people to go out in the dangerous wilderness to send messages to old friends or recover artefacts for study.
Distrusts most magic and technologies (apart from of course brewing and distilling technologies, those he trusts very much so) preferring to live a more simple existence exploring all the beauty nature and the odd pub or three have to offer.
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