Post by lloyd on Jan 24, 2016 20:57:28 GMT -5
Olek
Race: Human (Variant)
Class: Rogue (will multiclass into fighter and stay there)
Appearance:
Dressed in tan-colored leather, with a black symbol of a skull drinking out of a mug embroidered on the chest-piece, this athletic-looking man looks like a born criminal as he absentmindedly shaves coins at a table, rolling dice with other less-reputable looking folk. As it happens, the dice are probably weighted, since he seems to be winning every round, but that's beside the point. His short hair seems to be brown, and his face already has laugh lines. A shortsword with a crude silver skull as a pommel stays sheathed in a neat scabbard on his belt, and one can't help but guess that the almost knee-high hard leather boots store backup weapons in them. A sturdy looking shortbow has its string held taut by two small metal hands on the bow's tips; a nice touch to an otherwise unremarkable weapon, its quiver containing arrows with bright red and white fletching. His words are strangely accented as he argues with the man across from him... Perhaps a northern dialect?
Background: Criminal (Highway robber)
It was only a few years ago that the notorious northern highwayman almost got caught and imprisoned by the authorities in Renders. He started young, as soon as he got his hands on a dagger. First it was whoever he could find, but after a while he took to robbing merchants, for obvious reasons, and only on the roads. He had a small group he pulled his heists with, usually rushing out of the woods, blades drawn and arrows nocked, quickly negotiating with the age-old phrase, "Your money or your life". Usually, he would go to either Blackdawn or any of the other close towns and revel with his newfound riches. Predictably, since he never actually killed anyone that didn't try to kill him, reports led authorities to start patrolling his roads, and soon he found himself tucked into a wagon, cuffed and bruised, on the way to the prisons at Blackdawn City. However, while he was in prison, someone paid some very good money to some not-very good guards, and he was swapped for some other poor sod. He soon learned that a man named Clive Weston had use for someone capable of working in a team to make money. And so, Olek found himself among the Radiant, soon to be sent out to find riches for "Sir Weston", as Olek now calls him. From the highways of Blackdawn to the service of a nobleman for gold and glory in Strom, Olek lives on, whilst a presumably innocent man spends his time in Blackdawn's prisons...
Mannerisms: Shaves coins, drums out beats on his legs and boots, picks at teeth after food,
Bond: I owe a great debt to a generous benefactor.
Flaw: Someone innocent is in prison instead of me. I am okay with that.
Ideal: I'm here for money and a good time, not much else.
Race: Human (Variant)
Class: Rogue (will multiclass into fighter and stay there)
Appearance:
Dressed in tan-colored leather, with a black symbol of a skull drinking out of a mug embroidered on the chest-piece, this athletic-looking man looks like a born criminal as he absentmindedly shaves coins at a table, rolling dice with other less-reputable looking folk. As it happens, the dice are probably weighted, since he seems to be winning every round, but that's beside the point. His short hair seems to be brown, and his face already has laugh lines. A shortsword with a crude silver skull as a pommel stays sheathed in a neat scabbard on his belt, and one can't help but guess that the almost knee-high hard leather boots store backup weapons in them. A sturdy looking shortbow has its string held taut by two small metal hands on the bow's tips; a nice touch to an otherwise unremarkable weapon, its quiver containing arrows with bright red and white fletching. His words are strangely accented as he argues with the man across from him... Perhaps a northern dialect?
Background: Criminal (Highway robber)
It was only a few years ago that the notorious northern highwayman almost got caught and imprisoned by the authorities in Renders. He started young, as soon as he got his hands on a dagger. First it was whoever he could find, but after a while he took to robbing merchants, for obvious reasons, and only on the roads. He had a small group he pulled his heists with, usually rushing out of the woods, blades drawn and arrows nocked, quickly negotiating with the age-old phrase, "Your money or your life". Usually, he would go to either Blackdawn or any of the other close towns and revel with his newfound riches. Predictably, since he never actually killed anyone that didn't try to kill him, reports led authorities to start patrolling his roads, and soon he found himself tucked into a wagon, cuffed and bruised, on the way to the prisons at Blackdawn City. However, while he was in prison, someone paid some very good money to some not-very good guards, and he was swapped for some other poor sod. He soon learned that a man named Clive Weston had use for someone capable of working in a team to make money. And so, Olek found himself among the Radiant, soon to be sent out to find riches for "Sir Weston", as Olek now calls him. From the highways of Blackdawn to the service of a nobleman for gold and glory in Strom, Olek lives on, whilst a presumably innocent man spends his time in Blackdawn's prisons...
Mannerisms: Shaves coins, drums out beats on his legs and boots, picks at teeth after food,
Bond: I owe a great debt to a generous benefactor.
Flaw: Someone innocent is in prison instead of me. I am okay with that.
Ideal: I'm here for money and a good time, not much else.
