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I am currently in the process of doing a complete rework of this page. The new plan is to sort my characters on here for all my different RPs.
The main reason for the rework is I'm trying to get this page to a point where I can update it more easily as new characters get developed so I can keep track of side characters a little easier and work in connections better.
And also, because I am lazy, My g-drive characters
Name: James Renard
Age: 34
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a labor intensive blue collar build.
Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body has various scars from working with his hands.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Jack of all Trades
Skills: Maintenance, construction, and a smattering of other useless yet skilled trades he'd found himself participating in.
Personality
Likes: James enjoys working so long as the job interests him to some degree.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness.
Disposition: James is easygoing, if distant. He prefers work over talk, however he is a man that is quite sure of himself without being overly cocky.
Background
Early Years: WIP
Basic Info
Name: Robert Bainard
Age: 31
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a warrior's build. Lean and conditioned.
Height: 6'1"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Eyes: His remaining eye is blue, his other missing though he wears an eye patch to cover it.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body is laden with scars from various battles fought in the past. His most prominent ones on his face from when his village was attacked by bandits. The scars there are old, ones he received as a child of eight when he attempted to fight some of the bandits that attacked his home.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Knight
Skills: Robert is skilled with a blade more than any other weapon due to his training as a knight. However he is well versed with most weapons due his his past as a blacksmith's apprentice.
Personality
Likes: Robert is a man of purpose, he enjoys having a task to do regardless of what it is.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness. Robert has a great many demons that haunt his past, he does not like to stand still.
Disposition: Robert has grown into a man that is comfortable in his own skin. He is easy going, but not afraid to speak his mind. While laughter and smiles do come easily to the man, if angered he is not quick to forgive.
Background
Early years: Robert was not born as a man of note, not born to the gentry with the easy path of knighthood. No Robert was born a Serf. Had his life been uninterrupted he would have joined the rank and file as just another peasant tending to the land. His family slightly better off in the fact that his father was a blacksmith, so Robert's future would have been secure.
Then the bandits came. A cliche story, but none the less the one that Robert was forced to live. His family killed, his mother raped, and him left scarred and bloody after attempting to use his father's hammer to kill the man defiling his mother. He should have died that day and let that be the end. However Robert did not die, he woke in the rubble of his former life, a boy with no clear path in life.
Yet he did survive. He didn't know much about his father's trade, but had learned just enough to be of use. He joined a caravan that passed through the wreckage, helping out where he was able. He soon found his place among the caravan guards, tending to their weapons and armor with the skills he'd learned from his father. When the caravan eventually dissolved and the mercenaries looked for employ elsewhere he chose to travel with them, down the more dangerous yet more lucrative road they walked.
In time his interest with weapons grew, and having proven himself a valuable member of the band of mercenaries he found himself a part of training was easy for him to come by. In time he found himself as much a warrior as any of the men he traveled with, becoming well versed in a variety of martial weapons. By the time he was twenty he was truly a force to be reckoned with, a warrior with few equals. It was through this that he earned himself recognition with the king.
He was granted the honor of knighthood, and parted from the band of men he'd grown up with. They left on good terms, however now he was granted position under the lord his band had served under, a life of stability. It is there he has remained for the past four years of his life.
I am currently in the process of doing a complete rework of this page. The new plan is to sort my characters on here for all my different RPs.
The main reason for the rework is I'm trying to get this page to a point where I can update it more easily as new characters get developed so I can keep track of side characters a little easier and work in connections better.
And also, because I am lazy, My g-drive characters
Name: James Renard
Age: 34
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a labor intensive blue collar build.
Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body has various scars from working with his hands.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Jack of all Trades
Skills: Maintenance, construction, and a smattering of other useless yet skilled trades he'd found himself participating in.
Personality
Likes: James enjoys working so long as the job interests him to some degree.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness.
Disposition: James is easygoing, if distant. He prefers work over talk, however he is a man that is quite sure of himself without being overly cocky.
Background
Early Years: WIP
Basic Info
Name: Robert Bainard
Age: 31
Race: Human
Body Type: Muscular, a warrior's build. Lean and conditioned.
Height: 6'1"
Skin Tone: Tanned
Hair: Dark brown, messy about medium length.
Eyes: His remaining eye is blue, his other missing though he wears an eye patch to cover it.
Facial hair & Scars: A rough beard, just barely past stubble. His body is laden with scars from various battles fought in the past. His most prominent ones on his face from when his village was attacked by bandits. The scars there are old, ones he received as a child of eight when he attempted to fight some of the bandits that attacked his home.
Piercings & Tattoos: None
Other: None
Abilities
Occupation: Knight
Skills: Robert is skilled with a blade more than any other weapon due to his training as a knight. However he is well versed with most weapons due his his past as a blacksmith's apprentice.
Personality
Likes: Robert is a man of purpose, he enjoys having a task to do regardless of what it is.
Dislikes: Idleness, laziness. Robert has a great many demons that haunt his past, he does not like to stand still.
Disposition: Robert has grown into a man that is comfortable in his own skin. He is easy going, but not afraid to speak his mind. While laughter and smiles do come easily to the man, if angered he is not quick to forgive.
Background
Early years: Robert was not born as a man of note, not born to the gentry with the easy path of knighthood. No Robert was born a Serf. Had his life been uninterrupted he would have joined the rank and file as just another peasant tending to the land. His family slightly better off in the fact that his father was a blacksmith, so Robert's future would have been secure.
Then the bandits came. A cliche story, but none the less the one that Robert was forced to live. His family killed, his mother raped, and him left scarred and bloody after attempting to use his father's hammer to kill the man defiling his mother. He should have died that day and let that be the end. However Robert did not die, he woke in the rubble of his former life, a boy with no clear path in life.
Yet he did survive. He didn't know much about his father's trade, but had learned just enough to be of use. He joined a caravan that passed through the wreckage, helping out where he was able. He soon found his place among the caravan guards, tending to their weapons and armor with the skills he'd learned from his father. When the caravan eventually dissolved and the mercenaries looked for employ elsewhere he chose to travel with them, down the more dangerous yet more lucrative road they walked.
In time his interest with weapons grew, and having proven himself a valuable member of the band of mercenaries he found himself a part of training was easy for him to come by. In time he found himself as much a warrior as any of the men he traveled with, becoming well versed in a variety of martial weapons. By the time he was twenty he was truly a force to be reckoned with, a warrior with few equals. It was through this that he earned himself recognition with the king.
He was granted the honor of knighthood, and parted from the band of men he'd grown up with. They left on good terms, however now he was granted position under the lord his band had served under, a life of stability. It is there he has remained for the past four years of his life.
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