'He who battles with monsters beware...' Full Name: Kiliane ‘Ian’ Hascoet Age: 40 Years Gender: Male Race: Velheim - New Regalian Ailor Prefered Weapon: Mace + Sheild / Crossbow Total Points: 45 + 10 Hobby Heavy Bow - 6 Points Shields - 9 Points Axes - 10 Points Magical Knowledge - 8 Points -Sanguinology -Shatterology Perception - 12 Points Carpentry Arts - 6 Hobby Culinary Arts - 4 Hobby Body Shape Stat: 6+9+10 = 25 Shape: Muscular Fat: Average Languages Common (Free) Alt-Regalian (Parent) Skodje (Parent) Traits/Mutations: Uthurenn Soul-Line [Inactive!] -Mending Healing -Howling Dash -Enduring Hunt -Loyal Empathy Natural Eye Colour: Dull Green Afflicted Eye Colour: Icey Blue Natural Hair Colour: Chestnut Brown Skin Colour: Pale Clothing: Preference for Earthy Colours (Beige, Red, Brown, Grey); Practical Wear. Height: 5’11 Core List Alignment: Lawful Neutral Personality Type: Virtuoso Religion: Atheist 0/10 The third eldest child of seven; his parents had mostly given up on being excited by the time he came out. His mother and father had been brought together with an arranged marriage. They were comfortable and Killian by all accounts had a reasonable childhood with his parents' marriage remaining stable well throughout his upbringing. Coming from a relatively small Calemburg town, his father maintained a position within the local militia when he wasn’t working the lumber yards; while his mother who was officially a Hoglander carried more of her northern heritage than she let on to her husband maintained the house; slipping bits of Skodje to Ian rather than the Hoglandian equivalent. Raised on tales of vampires and beasts meant to scare small children into keeping close to home the opposite effect found itself on an ever-curious young mind, leaving a plethora of questions in the back of his mind about whether such things were true. As an adolescent Ian was mostly just a troublemaker, getting up to no good with his friends around the town when he wasn’t helping out his father. He made fast friends with several mercenaries that were camping near the town around his eighteenth year. Sneaking off one night with his things to follow after their camp. He was found out fairly quickly and after some deliberation he was allowed to stay on, cleaning up and helping around. Not after writing home to ensure that he’d not simply gone missing. It wasn’t great work but at least he was out of his home. He was given the odd opportunity to help others practice, learning reasonably fast how to make use of a shield to try to reduce broken noses and bones from being a training dummy. Eventually after being beat for about a year or so he was given a chance to properly join their ranks. Contracted for some work with the various Regalian Armies. Plenty of time had passed that the man spent fighting and training. It didn't take too long for any rose filtered lens of war to be stripped away from him; battles began to mount up and he found himself enduring. Seeking out comforts along the way the years he served with the company were some of the darker ones to be remembered. He came out not a boy any longer but to say that he was a man by the end of it would be naive too. Taking a step back from everything he set a close to that chapter of his life. Working his way to a remote village that he could try to live peacefully for a bit; enjoy the simple things of life he had as a boy. He fell in love with a woman Harriet, settled down and began working on raising a family before his wife upped and left one day carrying a son that he would never know. Why she left he never quite understood but many months were spent in search of the woman that all but vanished. Continuing to search to no avail his path lead him across a hunter’s camp where one night he experienced his first run-in with a werebeast; an Ursarr that came up to ambush the grouping who had at first considered that it was just a rampant bear finding it to be a far worse fate. It was an unfortunate encounter that left Ian in a worse state for wear but he managed to /just/ fend off the werebeast with the help of the other. Taken along to another hamlet to rest up with a healer for a few weeks he happened across a band of individuals that came to investigate the situation. With hope lost of finding Harriet, he sought after this group’s company and with some pleading he was given a chance to join them after his wounds healed. With this group, he found encounters with beast and vampire alike starting to frequent… Somewhere down the line through the hunter became the hunted; infected by an Uthrurenn pack that got a jump on him just outside of the Holy City’s region. Outcasted from everything he’d known he had no choice but to stick with the pack to try to get his head around everything that overcame him. Time passed and members of the pack found themselves spread thinner with efforts to remove the scourge of werebeasts; Ian was lucky enough to be cured rather than killed though with so much hanging over his shoulders he found himself in a city that would have to do for now.
Going to make this separate for easier updates. -=-=-=-=-=-=- A pouch of 1-4 Ten Pieces, & 1-6 Regals A Letter-Opener -Reasonably built, this steel knife features a walnut handle. Iron Hip Flask, of Bitters -Roll 1-100 to see how much is left. Tin of ten rolled Siggs Matchbox & Striker Card Pack of Playing Cards Day’s Ration, Wrapped in Cloth Bundle. -Cheese, Dried/Salted Meat, Rye Bread Small Bar of Lavender Soap -=-=-=-=-=-=- Latest Changes: Blunt to Axes (<10 Points) [29/03/20]
@NZ_Phoenix Claimed for review. Currently, your Body Stat calculation is marked as "6x3" when it should be "6x2". Expand on the Happiness question. Expand on the Stress question. Expand on the Insecurity question. Make your edits in a different color and tag me in a reply when you're done.
@MantaRey Hiya! I marked everything you asked in blue and made other additions/changes with the character. Wanting to go down the path with the were-beasts instead. I hope that's not a bother and I'm happy to work through anything else you find.
