fhamersley
Lord of Altera
Name: Galantom Frothmeen
Full Titles: None.
Nickname/Alias: Galan, The Halfling, "I don't like his face".
Awesome art by @SallyRose !!!
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 29 and 12 months
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling
Social Status: Freeman
Sexuality: "Whichever lassie thought up this template seems to want to know a lot about me. She should come over some time." *winks* (He's heterosexual, however several people may be under the impression he's homosexual..)
Height: 3 feet- "And two inches!"
Weight: About 38 pounds
Date of Birth: [Hopefully coming soon!]
Date of Death: [Hopefully not coming soon!]
Homeland: The whole of Altera, s'long as he's in his caravan.
Current Home: Wherever he can smooch a night or a meal
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Light, thin and short. Not particularly muscly, not particularly weak.
Hair: Shaggy and auburn. Has light whiskers, just six o'clock stubble.
Eyes: Brown.
Skin: Pale and s mattered with freckles.
Identifying Marks: The intricate scar-tattoos which adorn his arms, chest and face and that unwavering, well-humoured, cocky grin.
Clothing: Wears a plain, grubby shirt rolled up to his elbows, red suspenders (braces), plain homespun brown pants and sturdy shoes that would fit a six year-old. "Hey!"
Weaponry: His cunning and witty tongue.
Prized Possessions: "Oh, mostly just my vital organs.."
Hygiene: Drunk = probably bad. Sober = 50% chance good, 50% chance bad.
Voice: [Eh, later.]
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: He isn't afraid to laugh at himself and can talk his way into and out of most situations.
Fears: Losing his prized possessions, his mother-in-law, a variety of other things~
Weaknesses: "If you haven't already noticed. I'm 3 feet - and two inches - tall. I know, it's hard to tell."
Intelligence: Not very brain smart, but very mind smart.
Languages: Common.
Profession: Professional fool, member of the City Watch.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: "Find out yourself, and give me some coin while you're at it~"
Religion or Cults: [Nnnup not yet]
Alignment: [I SAID NOT YET]
Short Term Goals: "I like friends, food and ale."
Long Term Goals: "I like friends, women, food and ale."
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: "Where ever the good people and good times go I'm sure to be."
Pastime: Laughing and chatting with friends.
Food: The grassreed bread and fried cricket sandwiches his caravan used to snack on.
Drink: Summersweet wine, a speciality of his family.
Colour: Red.
Animal: Crickets.
Person: "Only met two fellows from 'round here so far, and both of them are boring sods. But that man-boy who gave me that room and the cookies was slightly less stiflingly plain than that "your face is wrong" old man. So I guess it has to be the cookie one who never wants to see me again. Growing quite fond of the chap. Might tear up.."
Least Favourite...
Place: Cemeteries.
Pastime: Cooking.
Food: Broth or gruel.
Drink: N/A
Colour: Grey.
Animal: "Wolves, the ferocious buggars."
RELATIONS:
Loved: Himself
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked: Scardrac (that old man), Jeffers (cookie boy), his family
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of: Mother-in-law
Disliked: Mother-in-law, wife- ("Is she even my wife anymore..?")
Hated:
BACKSTORY: [Maybe later~]
My in-game name is: fhamersley
Full Titles: None.
Nickname/Alias: Galan, The Halfling, "I don't like his face".
Awesome art by @SallyRose !!!
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 29 and 12 months
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling
Social Status: Freeman
Sexuality: "Whichever lassie thought up this template seems to want to know a lot about me. She should come over some time." *winks* (He's heterosexual, however several people may be under the impression he's homosexual..)
Height: 3 feet- "And two inches!"
Weight: About 38 pounds
Date of Birth: [Hopefully coming soon!]
Date of Death: [Hopefully not coming soon!]
Homeland: The whole of Altera, s'long as he's in his caravan.
Current Home: Wherever he can smooch a night or a meal
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Light, thin and short. Not particularly muscly, not particularly weak.
Hair: Shaggy and auburn. Has light whiskers, just six o'clock stubble.
Eyes: Brown.
Skin: Pale and s mattered with freckles.
Identifying Marks: The intricate scar-tattoos which adorn his arms, chest and face and that unwavering, well-humoured, cocky grin.
Clothing: Wears a plain, grubby shirt rolled up to his elbows, red suspenders (braces), plain homespun brown pants and sturdy shoes that would fit a six year-old. "Hey!"
Weaponry: His cunning and witty tongue.
Prized Possessions: "Oh, mostly just my vital organs.."
Hygiene: Drunk = probably bad. Sober = 50% chance good, 50% chance bad.
Voice: [Eh, later.]
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: He isn't afraid to laugh at himself and can talk his way into and out of most situations.
Fears: Losing his prized possessions, his mother-in-law, a variety of other things~
Weaknesses: "If you haven't already noticed. I'm 3 feet - and two inches - tall. I know, it's hard to tell."
Intelligence: Not very brain smart, but very mind smart.
Languages: Common.
Profession: Professional fool, member of the City Watch.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: "Find out yourself, and give me some coin while you're at it~"
Religion or Cults: [Nnnup not yet]
Alignment: [I SAID NOT YET]
Short Term Goals: "I like friends, food and ale."
Long Term Goals: "I like friends, women, food and ale."
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: "Where ever the good people and good times go I'm sure to be."
Pastime: Laughing and chatting with friends.
Food: The grassreed bread and fried cricket sandwiches his caravan used to snack on.
Drink: Summersweet wine, a speciality of his family.
Colour: Red.
Animal: Crickets.
Person: "Only met two fellows from 'round here so far, and both of them are boring sods. But that man-boy who gave me that room and the cookies was slightly less stiflingly plain than that "your face is wrong" old man. So I guess it has to be the cookie one who never wants to see me again. Growing quite fond of the chap. Might tear up.."
Least Favourite...
Place: Cemeteries.
Pastime: Cooking.
Food: Broth or gruel.
Drink: N/A
Colour: Grey.
Animal: "Wolves, the ferocious buggars."
RELATIONS:
Loved: Himself
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked: Scardrac (that old man), Jeffers (cookie boy), his family
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of: Mother-in-law
Disliked: Mother-in-law, wife- ("Is she even my wife anymore..?")
Hated:
BACKSTORY: [Maybe later~]
My in-game name is: fhamersley
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