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>Genres<
Medieval
>Name/Nickname<
Harkon Morain
>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight
>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
24/24
>Race<
Human
>Personality<
Harkon is somewhat emotionless. Forged in a life that seems to be an endless battle, Harkon has numbed himself to life.
>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with flaming red hair
>History<
Harkon was born in the middle of war, and unfortunately for him, his small provincial town lay dab-smack in the middle of the route that the feuding lords used time and time again, to shuttle their warriors back and forth to the ever-changing battle fronts. Harkon's family somehow all managed to make it to their late life, but Harkon chalked this up to his father's ability to be an extreme ass-kisser, and the fact that he didn't seem to mind if someone borrowed his wife for an afternoon. As soon as Harkon had enough money stashed away, he bought his way into a halfway decent mercenary band, and never looked back.
>Likes<
:Horses, battles, and a good shield wall. Give the man an inch and he'll take a mile.
>Dislikes<
Weak-minded people, people who won't stand up for themselves, and cowards
>Weaknesses<
as far as Harkon is concerned, he has no weaknesses.
>Genres<
Modern
>Name/Nickname<
Troy Griffith
>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight
>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
25/25
>Personality<
Troy is hardworking, driven sort of guy. He wants to make something out of his life.
>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with blonde hair, and a red beard. Rowan is built like your typical farm boy, broad shoulder, and stocky.
>History<
Troy grew up on a farm, in the middle of nowhere Texas. His family had a sizable farm, but for some reason he never quite took with the life. That's not to say he wasn't good with animals, he just wanted more is all. Troy never quite mastered the finer points of school, using it to meet girls, and play football. The way Troy figured it; he was faced with two choices after he graduated. Take the simple life and settle down, or join the military. So that's how Troy ended up in the navy. Now, 6 eventful years later, Troy is out of the military and looking for the next adventure in life.
>Likes<
Adrenaline rushes, fast cars, and pretty women. Troy is somewhat of a cliche.
>Dislikes<
Know-it-alls, bullies, and people who never aspire beyond their stations in life.
>Weaknesses<
Troy has a fear of his name being forgotten by time.
>Genres<
Steampunk
>Name/Nickname<
Rowan Stevens/Row
>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight
>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
22/22
>Race<
Human
>Personality<
Rowan is hardworking, laid back kinda guy, but driven when it comes to something, he is interested in. Rowan is extremely loyal and has a brawler like attitude in a fight.
>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with blonde hair, and a red beard. Rowan is built like your typical farm boy, broad shoulder, and stocky.
>History<
Rowan grew up on a farm, in the middle of nowhere. His family eked out a living, but when a Flu epidemic swept through his small town, leaving most of his friend's dead, and taking his ma and pa with it, Rowan didn't know how he'd make it to his next birthday. Lucky for him the mayor had been a family friend and sent word to an uncle he didn't know he had, who lived in the city. Rowans uncle was mildly influential, mainly since he led one of the few respectable mercenary bands in the area, but that didn't mean Rowan got treated to a life of luxury. Rowan learned over the next six years how to shoot a gun, fix an engine, and take of one's self.
>Likes<
Nature, Machines, and Guns. Rowan is a simple man.
>Dislikes<
Know-it-alls, bullies, and people who lack common sense.
>Weaknesses<
Rowan has a fear of being alone, and generally dislikes the dark.
Medieval
>Name/Nickname<
Harkon Morain
>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight
>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
24/24
>Race<
Human
>Personality<
Harkon is somewhat emotionless. Forged in a life that seems to be an endless battle, Harkon has numbed himself to life.
>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with flaming red hair
>History<
Harkon was born in the middle of war, and unfortunately for him, his small provincial town lay dab-smack in the middle of the route that the feuding lords used time and time again, to shuttle their warriors back and forth to the ever-changing battle fronts. Harkon's family somehow all managed to make it to their late life, but Harkon chalked this up to his father's ability to be an extreme ass-kisser, and the fact that he didn't seem to mind if someone borrowed his wife for an afternoon. As soon as Harkon had enough money stashed away, he bought his way into a halfway decent mercenary band, and never looked back.
>Likes<
:Horses, battles, and a good shield wall. Give the man an inch and he'll take a mile.
>Dislikes<
Weak-minded people, people who won't stand up for themselves, and cowards
>Weaknesses<
as far as Harkon is concerned, he has no weaknesses.
>Genres<
Modern
>Name/Nickname<
Troy Griffith
>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight
>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
25/25
>Personality<
Troy is hardworking, driven sort of guy. He wants to make something out of his life.
>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with blonde hair, and a red beard. Rowan is built like your typical farm boy, broad shoulder, and stocky.
>History<
Troy grew up on a farm, in the middle of nowhere Texas. His family had a sizable farm, but for some reason he never quite took with the life. That's not to say he wasn't good with animals, he just wanted more is all. Troy never quite mastered the finer points of school, using it to meet girls, and play football. The way Troy figured it; he was faced with two choices after he graduated. Take the simple life and settle down, or join the military. So that's how Troy ended up in the navy. Now, 6 eventful years later, Troy is out of the military and looking for the next adventure in life.
>Likes<
Adrenaline rushes, fast cars, and pretty women. Troy is somewhat of a cliche.
>Dislikes<
Know-it-alls, bullies, and people who never aspire beyond their stations in life.
>Weaknesses<
Troy has a fear of his name being forgotten by time.
>Genres<
Steampunk
>Name/Nickname<
Rowan Stevens/Row
>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight
>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
22/22
>Race<
Human
>Personality<
Rowan is hardworking, laid back kinda guy, but driven when it comes to something, he is interested in. Rowan is extremely loyal and has a brawler like attitude in a fight.
>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with blonde hair, and a red beard. Rowan is built like your typical farm boy, broad shoulder, and stocky.
>History<
Rowan grew up on a farm, in the middle of nowhere. His family eked out a living, but when a Flu epidemic swept through his small town, leaving most of his friend's dead, and taking his ma and pa with it, Rowan didn't know how he'd make it to his next birthday. Lucky for him the mayor had been a family friend and sent word to an uncle he didn't know he had, who lived in the city. Rowans uncle was mildly influential, mainly since he led one of the few respectable mercenary bands in the area, but that didn't mean Rowan got treated to a life of luxury. Rowan learned over the next six years how to shoot a gun, fix an engine, and take of one's self.
>Likes<
Nature, Machines, and Guns. Rowan is a simple man.
>Dislikes<
Know-it-alls, bullies, and people who lack common sense.
>Weaknesses<
Rowan has a fear of being alone, and generally dislikes the dark.
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