Caller
11-07-08, 04:35 AM
Name: Caller
Age:44
Race:Mostly human, tiny bit of elvish blood
Hair Color:Graying brown
Eye Color:Piercing blue
Height:5'8
Weight:167
*Occupation:hunter
*Personality: Caller is hard to get along with most of the time. He is a drunk who loves little in the world except for his next drink. In the rare times when he is sober, people find a melancholy individual with a dark sense of humor. If someone were to actually crack the walls that Caller has built around himself they would find a steadfast friend and worthy companion.
Appearance: Upon first seeing Caller on the street one might think "homeless." One would be making a fairly accurate assessment. Caller is very weatherbeaten and wears leathery garments that smell almost as bad as he does. His clothes are stained, old and very basic. He often has smudges of dirt and grime on his face. His hands are calloused with the fingernails blackened with dirt. His hair is greasy and long, he keeps it tied into a long messy bundle.
History: Caller was once a prideful archer for some kingdom in his youth. He was a fairly excellent shot. He earned a few medals during a victorious war with a neighboring kingdom. After the war, Caller returned home to his young wife and son. He spent a few months in bliss, living off his army stipend. Rumors of bandit roving the countryside began to grow more frequent. Even though Caller and his family lived a few miles outside the nearest town, he believed that the excitement in his life was over.
One day Caller woke up to find a sword hovering just above his throat. He was roughly pulled out of bed. His wife and child had already been brought outside. A group of four bandits proceeded to kill his son and rape his wife while they forced Caller to watch. They finished with his wife and then slit her throat. He wishes that he would have died that day. Instead the bandits stabbed him in the abdomen and left him for dead. He was rescued by his dwarven friend Stomgar. Stomgar kept Caller from killing himself for the first few years, until anger and revenge began to burst in Caller's heart. One by one he hunted the bandits down and ruthlessly murdered them. Now he is left with only his drink, existing, but not living.
Skills: Archery - During the times when Caller is sober, he is a relatively good shot with his bow. He ranks at Above Average while sober. While drunk he ranks slightly Below Average.
Alcoholism - Caller has the ability to consume a good quantity of alcohol when compared to non-alcoholics.
Rage - In violent or emotional situations, Caller has the ability to remember the day his family was killed. This increases his strength and stamina up to 2x that of an average human for up to 2 minutes.
Equipment: Caller has very basic equipment. He has an ash longbow, he has 20 steel tipped oak arrows to go along with his bow. He also has leather clothes that he crudely made himself. A bag full of herbs and petals to make him smell not so terrible. He has basic equipment that one would expect to find with someone who spends the majority of their time outdoors and away from civilization, i.e. flint and tinder etc...
Age:44
Race:Mostly human, tiny bit of elvish blood
Hair Color:Graying brown
Eye Color:Piercing blue
Height:5'8
Weight:167
*Occupation:hunter
*Personality: Caller is hard to get along with most of the time. He is a drunk who loves little in the world except for his next drink. In the rare times when he is sober, people find a melancholy individual with a dark sense of humor. If someone were to actually crack the walls that Caller has built around himself they would find a steadfast friend and worthy companion.
Appearance: Upon first seeing Caller on the street one might think "homeless." One would be making a fairly accurate assessment. Caller is very weatherbeaten and wears leathery garments that smell almost as bad as he does. His clothes are stained, old and very basic. He often has smudges of dirt and grime on his face. His hands are calloused with the fingernails blackened with dirt. His hair is greasy and long, he keeps it tied into a long messy bundle.
History: Caller was once a prideful archer for some kingdom in his youth. He was a fairly excellent shot. He earned a few medals during a victorious war with a neighboring kingdom. After the war, Caller returned home to his young wife and son. He spent a few months in bliss, living off his army stipend. Rumors of bandit roving the countryside began to grow more frequent. Even though Caller and his family lived a few miles outside the nearest town, he believed that the excitement in his life was over.
One day Caller woke up to find a sword hovering just above his throat. He was roughly pulled out of bed. His wife and child had already been brought outside. A group of four bandits proceeded to kill his son and rape his wife while they forced Caller to watch. They finished with his wife and then slit her throat. He wishes that he would have died that day. Instead the bandits stabbed him in the abdomen and left him for dead. He was rescued by his dwarven friend Stomgar. Stomgar kept Caller from killing himself for the first few years, until anger and revenge began to burst in Caller's heart. One by one he hunted the bandits down and ruthlessly murdered them. Now he is left with only his drink, existing, but not living.
Skills: Archery - During the times when Caller is sober, he is a relatively good shot with his bow. He ranks at Above Average while sober. While drunk he ranks slightly Below Average.
Alcoholism - Caller has the ability to consume a good quantity of alcohol when compared to non-alcoholics.
Rage - In violent or emotional situations, Caller has the ability to remember the day his family was killed. This increases his strength and stamina up to 2x that of an average human for up to 2 minutes.
Equipment: Caller has very basic equipment. He has an ash longbow, he has 20 steel tipped oak arrows to go along with his bow. He also has leather clothes that he crudely made himself. A bag full of herbs and petals to make him smell not so terrible. He has basic equipment that one would expect to find with someone who spends the majority of their time outdoors and away from civilization, i.e. flint and tinder etc...