Pathfinder
06-08-06, 01:18 PM
Name: Elijah "Eli" Hunter
Age: 17
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 172
Occupation: As the name implies, he's a hunter
Personality: Just a small bit reclusive, long stints alone while hunting or traveling make a bit nervous if too many people start to take notice of him. Still, he's a personable enough young man, though a bit quiet. Cities and masses of people make him uncomfortable, but if found in his natural element, one might note him walk with a confident swagger.
Appearance: One might say of him, that he looks very...earthy. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion make look quite the part of a hunter, spending his days beneath the glaring sun. Well built, if not a bit sinewy, his legs are thick from running, and his shoulders and arms from the use of the bow. The last remnants of boyhood still linger in his face, but are fleeting; sharp features offset by a strong nose make seem a slight bit older than he is; only his stark lack of facial hair remains a stark reminder of his fading adolescence.
History: Elijah Hunter, son of James Hunter, and grandson of Thomas Hunter. He grew up in a small town, almost a village really, named Maple Vale, nestled in the eastern portion of a relatively small but ancient wood known as the Forest of Nyadnor. The portion, in which the town sat, was known as the Sweetwood region, named such for all of the maple trees to be found there, the town also owing its name to this fact. The Hunter family, known as such because they had been hunters as long as anyone could remember, made a decent living providing selling venison, wild boar, and different types of fowl to the townsfolk. In fact, their maple smoked wild boar roasts, were quite legendary in those parts.
Elijah Hunter grew up well, his family prospered, and he was never in want, though not wealthy by most city dwellers standards. He had a good home life, his mother and two sisters kept a neat enough home, and his father, though firm and often unyielding, taught him many an important lesson about life, and many things.
Even so, Eli had a yearning in him, something deep down inside. That something drew him away from the Sweetwood, and away from the glades and vales he had known his entire life. It drew him to the outside world, which had for seventeen years lay a vast mystery, with only small words of outside events ever trickling in. Elijah had set his mind on seeing what lay hidden beyond the wood, and he wouldn't be deterred. So, at dawn, the day after his seventeenth birthday, he sat out to discover what he had been missing.
Skills: Hunting is in his blood, he has been trapping animals since he was old enough to walk, and hunting them since he was old enough to wield a bow. For no less than three years now, he's been hunting by himself, out from under the tutelage of his father. He had even begun to pass on his knowledge to his younger brother who at nine years of age was beginning to wield a bow with some bit of competence. Eli is largely adept at hunting, tracking, the use of camouflage, and taxidermy. Cooking is a necessity as a skill, something every Hunter male has always been good at. Eli, though still learning, is quite an old hand at spicing up otherwise bland trail food.
He's at home in the forest, and when there his keen eyes and ears are apt to notice things others would not. He is also mildly versed in herb lore, and the foraging techniques to find the different herbs and mushrooms needed for food or for salves and balms. Lastly, he has some bit of training in bowyer and fletching, enough to make decent arrows, but nothing compared to those of a skilled fletcher. His skill at bowyery is simply not up to any level at which he could actually begin to sell his handiwork. Still, he is yet young, and though confident in his abilities, he's still some time before he'll even begin to match the skill of his father or any of the other older huntsmen.
Equipment: Oak longbow, not a terribly fancy bow, but a competent crafted one, with a 95lb pull. Nine steel headed arrows, knocked horizontally for hunting, and fletched white with yellow. Deerskin jerkin to cover the bow, and a deerskin quiver. Leather trail pack, once again nothing fancy, one main pouch, a flap with a leather strap and loop for keeping it closed. A bedroll made up of tree blankets, two deerskin, and one brown wolf fur that can double as a cloak if necessary. A longknife, with carved antler handle, and a small iron hatchet.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 172
Occupation: As the name implies, he's a hunter
Personality: Just a small bit reclusive, long stints alone while hunting or traveling make a bit nervous if too many people start to take notice of him. Still, he's a personable enough young man, though a bit quiet. Cities and masses of people make him uncomfortable, but if found in his natural element, one might note him walk with a confident swagger.
Appearance: One might say of him, that he looks very...earthy. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion make look quite the part of a hunter, spending his days beneath the glaring sun. Well built, if not a bit sinewy, his legs are thick from running, and his shoulders and arms from the use of the bow. The last remnants of boyhood still linger in his face, but are fleeting; sharp features offset by a strong nose make seem a slight bit older than he is; only his stark lack of facial hair remains a stark reminder of his fading adolescence.
History: Elijah Hunter, son of James Hunter, and grandson of Thomas Hunter. He grew up in a small town, almost a village really, named Maple Vale, nestled in the eastern portion of a relatively small but ancient wood known as the Forest of Nyadnor. The portion, in which the town sat, was known as the Sweetwood region, named such for all of the maple trees to be found there, the town also owing its name to this fact. The Hunter family, known as such because they had been hunters as long as anyone could remember, made a decent living providing selling venison, wild boar, and different types of fowl to the townsfolk. In fact, their maple smoked wild boar roasts, were quite legendary in those parts.
Elijah Hunter grew up well, his family prospered, and he was never in want, though not wealthy by most city dwellers standards. He had a good home life, his mother and two sisters kept a neat enough home, and his father, though firm and often unyielding, taught him many an important lesson about life, and many things.
Even so, Eli had a yearning in him, something deep down inside. That something drew him away from the Sweetwood, and away from the glades and vales he had known his entire life. It drew him to the outside world, which had for seventeen years lay a vast mystery, with only small words of outside events ever trickling in. Elijah had set his mind on seeing what lay hidden beyond the wood, and he wouldn't be deterred. So, at dawn, the day after his seventeenth birthday, he sat out to discover what he had been missing.
Skills: Hunting is in his blood, he has been trapping animals since he was old enough to walk, and hunting them since he was old enough to wield a bow. For no less than three years now, he's been hunting by himself, out from under the tutelage of his father. He had even begun to pass on his knowledge to his younger brother who at nine years of age was beginning to wield a bow with some bit of competence. Eli is largely adept at hunting, tracking, the use of camouflage, and taxidermy. Cooking is a necessity as a skill, something every Hunter male has always been good at. Eli, though still learning, is quite an old hand at spicing up otherwise bland trail food.
He's at home in the forest, and when there his keen eyes and ears are apt to notice things others would not. He is also mildly versed in herb lore, and the foraging techniques to find the different herbs and mushrooms needed for food or for salves and balms. Lastly, he has some bit of training in bowyer and fletching, enough to make decent arrows, but nothing compared to those of a skilled fletcher. His skill at bowyery is simply not up to any level at which he could actually begin to sell his handiwork. Still, he is yet young, and though confident in his abilities, he's still some time before he'll even begin to match the skill of his father or any of the other older huntsmen.
Equipment: Oak longbow, not a terribly fancy bow, but a competent crafted one, with a 95lb pull. Nine steel headed arrows, knocked horizontally for hunting, and fletched white with yellow. Deerskin jerkin to cover the bow, and a deerskin quiver. Leather trail pack, once again nothing fancy, one main pouch, a flap with a leather strap and loop for keeping it closed. A bedroll made up of tree blankets, two deerskin, and one brown wolf fur that can double as a cloak if necessary. A longknife, with carved antler handle, and a small iron hatchet.