The Afflictor
01-16-08, 09:15 PM
Name: Jack Backwood
Age: 18
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 170 lbs
Occupation: Farmer, self employed Blacksmith
Personality: Jack Backwood has a large inferiority complex. He tends to believe that people who are in any way his social betters are intentionally mocking him. He is somewhat bitter about the way his life has turned out and has a very short temper, but is very prideful about it. If asked, about his life, he would make up things that would suggest that he is doing very well, and is life is going exactly as he had planned it.
Appearance: Jack is a relatively fit young man, though more times than not he is dirty because of work. He might have been relatively good looking but the combination of poor hygiene habits, hard calloused work and poor fashion choices such as overalls and plaid shirts has conspired against that. Fortunately, he still has all his teeth.
History: I don’t reckon ye want to hear too much ‘bout my childhood. I was born in Slaughterville, a house down from Diane. Our town aint nothin’ to look at fer all the city slickers from Radasanth that pass us by actin’ like they’re something great, but we knew better. We had heart, character, something them city folk out there never had there with their fancy outhouses an’ horse buggy carts. Bunch of our people get uppity and leave, but not the Backwoods. We knew better, we knew our place was home in Slaughterville.
Diane an’ I, she hung round me till I was seven an’ could go down the street without Ma always yellin that the devil was gonna come get me. I didn’ listen or nothing, but whatever notions Ma had ended when Pap said I was old enough to make my own decisions. He said if I was old enough to give up on book learnin’ I was old enough to go play down in the waterin’ hole.
By the time I turn 16, I’d learned all kinds of things them city folk never learn. How to grow tobbaccy, skin cats, catch the mice before they eated up the place. All kindsa things them city kids never learn. Mos’ important, I learn how to make the devil juice outta corn. All you gotta do is take the corn they grow an squeeze out the juice then bury it, and it turn inta somethin’ real nice. Ya city slickers ain’t gonna learn that in yer uppity books.
‘Bout then, I also started ta pay more attention to Diane again. Few of my friends already got hitched, and I wasn’t fallin’ behind. She was purdy enough, an’ she liked me. She liked ta thin’ I made on my 16th birthday. Cougar. It was this thin’ of metal, built an it run on the devil corn juice I buried in the ground. It run good, now and then, better than the city slicker do dads they have up there. It always break down, but Diane liked it as it were.
We started goin heavy an’ with time we comsumated that there relations. The we comsumated again an again. One day I found out that I knocked her up. Ma yelled at me, but I didn’t care what Ma said. Pa said that boys’ll be boys, and he told me though since they’re neighbors an’ all, I had to go do the right thing and marry her. I didn’t mind, since Pa said it an’ all.
We even got to use Uncle Johnny Mellon’s cabin by the lake for the honeymoon.
Skills: Farming and basic knowledge of smithy. The discovery of the fast pony was by pure chance.
Equipment: Blacksmithing and farm equipment. All of it is rusty and made of iron. None of it is worth anything at the bazaar.
Age: 18
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 170 lbs
Occupation: Farmer, self employed Blacksmith
Personality: Jack Backwood has a large inferiority complex. He tends to believe that people who are in any way his social betters are intentionally mocking him. He is somewhat bitter about the way his life has turned out and has a very short temper, but is very prideful about it. If asked, about his life, he would make up things that would suggest that he is doing very well, and is life is going exactly as he had planned it.
Appearance: Jack is a relatively fit young man, though more times than not he is dirty because of work. He might have been relatively good looking but the combination of poor hygiene habits, hard calloused work and poor fashion choices such as overalls and plaid shirts has conspired against that. Fortunately, he still has all his teeth.
History: I don’t reckon ye want to hear too much ‘bout my childhood. I was born in Slaughterville, a house down from Diane. Our town aint nothin’ to look at fer all the city slickers from Radasanth that pass us by actin’ like they’re something great, but we knew better. We had heart, character, something them city folk out there never had there with their fancy outhouses an’ horse buggy carts. Bunch of our people get uppity and leave, but not the Backwoods. We knew better, we knew our place was home in Slaughterville.
Diane an’ I, she hung round me till I was seven an’ could go down the street without Ma always yellin that the devil was gonna come get me. I didn’ listen or nothing, but whatever notions Ma had ended when Pap said I was old enough to make my own decisions. He said if I was old enough to give up on book learnin’ I was old enough to go play down in the waterin’ hole.
By the time I turn 16, I’d learned all kinds of things them city folk never learn. How to grow tobbaccy, skin cats, catch the mice before they eated up the place. All kindsa things them city kids never learn. Mos’ important, I learn how to make the devil juice outta corn. All you gotta do is take the corn they grow an squeeze out the juice then bury it, and it turn inta somethin’ real nice. Ya city slickers ain’t gonna learn that in yer uppity books.
‘Bout then, I also started ta pay more attention to Diane again. Few of my friends already got hitched, and I wasn’t fallin’ behind. She was purdy enough, an’ she liked me. She liked ta thin’ I made on my 16th birthday. Cougar. It was this thin’ of metal, built an it run on the devil corn juice I buried in the ground. It run good, now and then, better than the city slicker do dads they have up there. It always break down, but Diane liked it as it were.
We started goin heavy an’ with time we comsumated that there relations. The we comsumated again an again. One day I found out that I knocked her up. Ma yelled at me, but I didn’t care what Ma said. Pa said that boys’ll be boys, and he told me though since they’re neighbors an’ all, I had to go do the right thing and marry her. I didn’t mind, since Pa said it an’ all.
We even got to use Uncle Johnny Mellon’s cabin by the lake for the honeymoon.
Skills: Farming and basic knowledge of smithy. The discovery of the fast pony was by pure chance.
Equipment: Blacksmithing and farm equipment. All of it is rusty and made of iron. None of it is worth anything at the bazaar.