Name: Eifron Torth
Stats: You have 160 points to spend on stats. Each stat will start at 70; to increase up to 110 costs 1 per stat gained; from 111 to 120 costs 1.5 per a stat; from 121 to 130 costs 2 per a stat, etc.
Skills:
Physical: 90
Intellect: 110
Charisma: 100
Wisdom: 110
(Yes, I realize I did not use all my points. Shoot me.)
Rank: Field Medic, Heavy Foot Company
Appearance: A boy of just sixteen years, and average size for his age. He has tousled brown hair, blue eyes, and attached earlobes. He is not remarkably strong, and nor is he remarkably smart. He typically wears a brown plant fiber apron above typical leather clothing. All in all, he's nothing too special.
Background: Born to parents of an unremarkable past, he spent his early years being raised by his mother as his father tilled the fields. At the age of seven, his father began taking him out onto the farm, where he expressed no particular talent for anything. At the age of eight, the farm was attacked by an unknown assailant who burned down a barn, and stole a silo's worth of grain, before butchering some cows and fleeing into the night. The boy then proved invaluable in tending to the injured and burnt animals. His work on that day, and the following night, kept several animals near-death alive. Later that year, his mother was killed when she was run over by an out-of-control horse cart, and his father became a drunkard, becoming more and more violent. Finally, at the age of twelve, the boy could take it no more, and left in the dead of night. As he tried to leave, a horse whose life he had saved trotted out after him, and followed him undetected for quite some days. Finally, when the boy rested to drink from a nearby well in a town, the horse cautiously approached him and nearly knocked him into the well. From then on, he and the horse traveled together. The boy managed to obtain medical equipment by way of petty thievery and set up a small business, moving from town to town and healing people for cheap prices. He had a remarkable memory despite his average intelligence, and was able to earn quite a bit of money healing this way. He did this for three more years. However, at the age of fifteen, he became homesick and wondered what had become of his father. When he returned to the farm, he saw that his father had married a new woman and had sired a new son. Distraught, he moved on, before coming to the capital city. He stayed there a few months in an inn and quietly celebrated his sixteenth birthday. As he sat in the bar one night, a group of soldiers came in carrying a wounded man and demanded the barkeep notify them of the nearest doctor. The boy spoke up, stating that he had medical experience, and was able to treat the guard for a broken leg. Asking how it had come about, it was revealed that the guard had, in a drunken stupor, simply walked off of a rampart, and had fallen. After this occurrence, he was taken to the captain of the guard's unit, where he was asked to become a field medic. With nothing else to do, the boy agreed.
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Topic: Service to the Unbowed [Taking Players] (Read 6352 times)