I don't know if I'd be too late to join in, but I've got an idea for a character;
Name: "Skulker"
Age: In the twenties
Caste: Warlock
Appearance: A small man, Skulker has a constant distrust scarring his face. Among this expression actual physical scars decorate his face, his cheekbones clearly bearing marks of once being broken, but badly healed. His eye is of a light blue color, and his skin a vague grey. His right eye is missing, a bad-healed scar tracing right through its former position. He has a limp way of walking, slightly pulling with his left leg.
Bio: His mother died as she gave birth to him, although his father remained alive to care for him. His father was a poor man, a hard worker, and a loving father. This man, though, faded out of Skulkers live on his second' year of life. He was taken in by a band of street children, who nicknamed him 'Skulker', as they found him rummaging through filth in the back of an alley. A hard life was his, and he grew up constantly fighting. somewhere around his tenth year of life he was beaten down, his left shin fractured and his face covered in cuts and bruises. He had been left for death, but somehow made through when his companions found him, although his wounds never healed. From that moment he retreated more and more into the night, eventually abandoning day's life, favoring the night. He became a thief and, if necessary, a silent murderer. A vague sense of responsibility and ethics are still there in his troubled mind, but eventually, in case his actions will not hurt those few he does trust, survival comes first. He became the leader of his band on his sixteenth, but they were brutally murdered by a gang when they refused to pay them tribute. He was left for death in the sewers (or the slum's waste-dump areas if there's no such thing as sewers in the setting), and has lived there until now, finally facing the world above after having lived for years on rats, filth and common garbage. He is yet to discover whether or not he possesses any magical talents, and how to use those.
He wears a crude black-dyed cloak, robe and hood, along with worn leather pants. He furtherly owns a few bone daggers, a badly damaged crossbow without string and a thin strung rope with small handles to function as a garrote.
I hope my buddy here is welcome
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Topic: Changing Lands - A Roleplaying Epic! (Read 12631 times)