Nable Monteith Man got a gun Basic Information Name: Nable Monteith Age: 38 Gender: Male Race: Archan Ailor Heartland Ceardian & Breizh Preferred weapon: His demishot or his cavalry saber Skill Information Total Points: 50 core, 10 hobby +10 Brewing Art +20 Puretek Combat +15 Sword Combat (10 core, 5 Racial Boost) +4 Sheild Combat +3 Medical Science (or maybe +3 Linguistics) +3 Imperial Regalian Marshal Academy - Frontline Command +10 Husbandry Body Shape: Phyiscal stat: 30 Stat (capped) Body Shape: Tonned Body Fat: Moderate body fat Languages: Common: His father's tounge as well as the local language, learnt as a child. (free) Picaron: His mother's tounge, learnt as a child. (free) Visual Information Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Hair Style: Shaved back and sides with a greasy mop on top Skin Colour: White but he has been out in the sun for a while so go figure Clothing: Working man's clothes Height: 6'2" Personality & Abilities Character Alignment: Lawful neutral Character Personality Type: Virtuoso Character Religion: Sancellian Unionism 8/10: Born and raised a Unionist and spent much of his life working for this faith one way or the other. Angel Worship 1/10: His mother would tell him stories from this faith. Though he does not exaclty believe, he is still has some superstitions from it. Life Story Childhood Nable was born in a small city in Dragenthal (wait maybe he comes from fuck off nowhere in essolonia) to a Heartlander Father and a Breizh mother. His father was a minor officer in a unit under the command of the Synod and his mother was a surgeon. Both his parents worked hard to make sure Nable and his siblings had some form of education. They all learnt how to read and write from a young age as well as learning both their parent's langauge. Youth His father went to the Imperial Regalian Marshal Academy and wanted his son to follow suit so off Nable went to become educated in the way of frontline command. He soon graduated and enlisted into a tenpenny regiment, very much following in the footsteps of his father. Adulthood Years later, now and adult, Nable found himself replacing his father, becoming an officer for a small group of men in one of the Synods units. He would stick with them for the rest of his career and would slowly save up to buy himself a Puretek Demishot. In his late 20's he was wounded (maybe the man has lost a leg idk) and left unable to return to service. With a set of choices given to him, he decided to retire and start presuing his hobby of brewing beer as well as doing the odd job since he was a rare breed to be around with his demishot to keep perfecting his skill. Current Years have passed and Nable has arrived in the great city of Regalia, looking for opertunity. Maybe he will sell beer, maybe he will restart his military career, or maybe he will find a new path.