Name: Hectare Epinan
Gender: female
Race: Human
Bio: She had always lived a life of watching. Her hometown was more of a outpost, from not only bandits but from the inside. Large enough for everyone to not know everyone, large enough for people to travel, come and go, but when night fell the guards on the wall had to keep watch. Sometimes, their fellow man on duty was the traitor.
Her father perished on those walls, not from a knife in the back, but from a raider's bullet. While others cried, "Wo will watch the watchers?" she always knew that the real enemy was the outside. Dreaming that one day she would stand on those walls, she practiced shooting and picked up some tinkering skills on the way. Her teacher was a one-eyed man, with a short scruffy white beard and a gruff voice, but he was once a true master, and even now outshooted most of the men at the range every harvest festival. She followed him very well and learned the art of both shooting and of shooting the vitals from far away.
When she reached her adulthood, though, she was dismayed to discover that women weren't easily allowed on the wall, and that they needed extra 'proving time' in the form of experience in the tough outside world without a friend to go along. And thus she started off for her dream, and later for the simple betterment of herself.
Description: She has a hard expression, but any close observer can see it waver from time to time as she struggles to keep it up. Her grey eyes betray some of the warmth her soul has. Her shortly cut brown hair is stiff and resistant to tying, styling, or even a decent brushing, quickly returning to its original location. She is on the tall side, around 174 cm. She wears a simple set of shirt and shorts with a suede vest with a cross-hatching pattern of thread over it. She wears a belt from where a gun and a knife hang, along with a pouch of ammunition.
Level: 1
Skill-ups: 0
Class: Nightwatcher
Skills: Distribute three and add in your two class skills, totaling five points.
Intution, 0
Sneakiness, 0
Athletics, 1
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Melee Skill, 1
Gun Skill, 2
Damage Resistance, 0
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Alchemy, 0
Engineering, 1
Enchanting, 0
Inventory:
Toolbox full of random parts and tools, muffled with cloth to minimize clinking and clanking. It is made of scuffed and thus ill-reflective metal, painted a dull grey. It has backpack-like straps.
An orgel with some of its spikes chipped off, but which still plays a tune. It is operated by simple clockword and embellished with false gold and real brass. The wooden case is old, old wood, the kind you can tell just by looking at it.
Skills and Abilities: Snipe, Basic Gunshot
Author
Topic: Zealots and Demons, The Fall of a God, Turn 122: A Standoff (Read 136569 times)