Trinity
Villager
Name:
N/A
Nickname/Alias:
Trick/Trickster
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Height:
5'11"
Weight:
200.lb
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Dark Brown
Skin:
White
Identifying Marks:
Large spiral birthmark on his back.
Appearance:
Healthy build. Not muscular, but toned. He has a sort of dead look in his eyes, that is matched by his lively profession.
Strengths:
After years of hunting his aim with a bow is excellent and his blade is fine, but he is no warrior.
He presses on until his job is completed, trying to complete it quickly, no matter how bruised and near to death he is.
Since you have to be lightly equipped when hunting to not startle the wildlife, or be able to run when attacked, he's taken a liking to light armor and is skilled in it.
Weaknesses and fears:
He is anti-social and prefers to get in and get out of civilization as fast as possible.
He is headstrong at times and will jump the gun, not all the time but a fair amount.
He fears the underground. The monsters that lurk beneath in the caverns.
He also fears the unknown. What he cannot comprehend, see, or hear.
Religion and cults:
Deism - Believes that there is a divine power, but has no intervention in life.
Profession:
Hunter
Backstory:
Apart from what he endured from his childhood and teenage years, hunting became a wildly used way of obtaining money where he came from. So, when the shop keepers started to pay him less and less for each kill he had brought in, he tried to find a way to get away from his land. He tried for fishing and this lasted about a week before one of the sailors came up to him. They had a conversation and eventually the sailor asked if he would like to join them on a voyage to another place. So, he agreed and they embarked the day after. It was a solid two months on this ship and all he heard were voices constantly. He didn't have any time for himself and could barely even think. So, to get away from it, he sneaked out onto the deck--while everyone else was inside drinking ale--and stole a raft. He broke the lines and sailed away, fell asleep half-way through the night, and woke up on the shores of where he is today.
N/A
Nickname/Alias:
Trick/Trickster
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Height:
5'11"
Weight:
200.lb
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Dark Brown
Skin:
White
Identifying Marks:
Large spiral birthmark on his back.
Appearance:
Healthy build. Not muscular, but toned. He has a sort of dead look in his eyes, that is matched by his lively profession.
Strengths:
After years of hunting his aim with a bow is excellent and his blade is fine, but he is no warrior.
He presses on until his job is completed, trying to complete it quickly, no matter how bruised and near to death he is.
Since you have to be lightly equipped when hunting to not startle the wildlife, or be able to run when attacked, he's taken a liking to light armor and is skilled in it.
Weaknesses and fears:
He is anti-social and prefers to get in and get out of civilization as fast as possible.
He is headstrong at times and will jump the gun, not all the time but a fair amount.
He fears the underground. The monsters that lurk beneath in the caverns.
He also fears the unknown. What he cannot comprehend, see, or hear.
Religion and cults:
Deism - Believes that there is a divine power, but has no intervention in life.
Profession:
Hunter
Backstory:
Apart from what he endured from his childhood and teenage years, hunting became a wildly used way of obtaining money where he came from. So, when the shop keepers started to pay him less and less for each kill he had brought in, he tried to find a way to get away from his land. He tried for fishing and this lasted about a week before one of the sailors came up to him. They had a conversation and eventually the sailor asked if he would like to join them on a voyage to another place. So, he agreed and they embarked the day after. It was a solid two months on this ship and all he heard were voices constantly. He didn't have any time for himself and could barely even think. So, to get away from it, he sneaked out onto the deck--while everyone else was inside drinking ale--and stole a raft. He broke the lines and sailed away, fell asleep half-way through the night, and woke up on the shores of where he is today.