VanDamys
Villager
Name: VanDamys
Nickname/Alias: Van, V
Age: Around 25, lost count after all the years of running away
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 165 Lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green as grass
Skin: Realtively white
Identifying Marks: Always has a bitter look
Appearance: Wears a helmet that was custom made for him and always wears it,
however if he doesn't it is for a special opportunity.
VanDamys good points
- Loyal
- He might not be the best swordsman, he knows his way with the sword.
- Not so bad with a bow
- Good advisour
- Very strategic
- Doesn't care about money only honor
- Can bond very good with dogs
VanDamys bad points
- Paranoid
- Sometimes rude
- Afraid of spiders
- Hears a buzzing sound when mad
Background: Those damn orcs, they destroyed everthing that was dear to me.
My father,my mother even my dog. And there was nothing i could do. My father told me on his dying breath that i had to run as far as i could. And that's what I did. I ran untill my lungs couldn't hold air. I ran until my legs couldn't hold me. I ran like death was chasing me. I was only 16 years so I been running away for almost 10 years. In those years fear controlled my life. Everytime I slowed down they caught up to me. I needed to kill many orcs maybe thousands. But everytime there where more. I hope to find sometimes a place of rest and happiness. Once i find this place i want to do anything to protect it.
Nickname/Alias: Van, V
Age: Around 25, lost count after all the years of running away
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 165 Lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green as grass
Skin: Realtively white
Identifying Marks: Always has a bitter look
Appearance: Wears a helmet that was custom made for him and always wears it,
however if he doesn't it is for a special opportunity.
VanDamys good points
- Loyal
- He might not be the best swordsman, he knows his way with the sword.
- Not so bad with a bow
- Good advisour
- Very strategic
- Doesn't care about money only honor
- Can bond very good with dogs
VanDamys bad points
- Paranoid
- Sometimes rude
- Afraid of spiders
- Hears a buzzing sound when mad
Background: Those damn orcs, they destroyed everthing that was dear to me.
My father,my mother even my dog. And there was nothing i could do. My father told me on his dying breath that i had to run as far as i could. And that's what I did. I ran untill my lungs couldn't hold air. I ran until my legs couldn't hold me. I ran like death was chasing me. I was only 16 years so I been running away for almost 10 years. In those years fear controlled my life. Everytime I slowed down they caught up to me. I needed to kill many orcs maybe thousands. But everytime there where more. I hope to find sometimes a place of rest and happiness. Once i find this place i want to do anything to protect it.