Red Kochen
02-08-09, 10:39 PM
Name: Roswald "Lupo" Barhydt
Age: 37
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dull red with greying temples.
Eye Color: Muddy hazel.
Height: 225 lbs
Weight: 6'3"
Occupation: Pilot / Glassblower's apprentice.
Languages: English, which thankfully seems to be remarkably similar to Althanian Common, and Standard German.
Appearance:
Straight posture, at times slouched; muscled and able-bodied with some extra padding on the midsection acquired during the months spent recovering from a leg injury. His face has a long, prematurely lined profile and is easily read, much to his personal ire. His expressive mouth is framed by thin dry lips; his eyes are bright and intense, sunken in their holes and typically surrounded by bruise-coloured shadows exaggerated against his pale skin. He is nearly bald save for a coarse film of silvering coppery hair and some facial growth, but it is little more than a five o'clock shadow and seems to prefer staying that way. He is fond of wearing a black leather aviator jacket. Walks with a limp.
A Brief Recounting:
He was born in the autumn of 1972 in Heidelberg, Germany. His parents, Annette
and Christoph Barhydt, raised wine grapes, gourds and bees on their modest vineyard, often with the help of a few hired workers. His formative years here were happy and unextraordinary. Annette - a retired cargo pilot and general aviation aficionado - kept an ancient Boeing-Stearman Model 75 biplane which she flew when she could, often with her young son as copilot. When Lupo was about 17, Annette crashed her plane and was killed. Shortly afterward his father sold the farm and moved to New York to peruse other interests, taking the boy with him. Although he was attending medical school on scholarship, Lupo eventually dropped out and earned his private pilot's license and later went on to teach, dust crops and perform aerobatics in air shows across the country.
One afternoon as he was testing out his new souped up Pitts S2S, he had engine trouble and took a nose dive straight into a lake. He escaped the cockpit with a broken femur, but when he surfaced it was a different world...a different reality...
He has since lived for three years on Althanas. Once over the customary shock, Lupo found work in a gaffer's shop where, in return for cleaning, handling customers and running errands, he was allowed a room in the gaffer's residence behind the building. He continues to search for a way home.
Remarkable Abilities:
Close Combat ~ Average skill: He can fight reasonably well and is not adverse toward using whatever might be lying around for last second weaponry, including his knife.
Airman ~ Above average skill: Natural perception and intuition and a love of flying. Might learn how to pilot a dirigible, otherwise this ability is more or less null.
Vasmancy ~ Below average skill: The gaffer he boards with has shown Lupo a few tricks regarding glass magic. As it stands, he can cause minute ripples in areas of glass, such as window panes and goblets, through concentration and touch. He also has the power to create pebble-sized glass pieces by melting the appropriate amount of sand in his fist. These pieces can be manipulated into any shape and are useful for throwing in the faces of deserving people. However, he is only able to create a handful of glass shards once every 24 hours.
Medical Training ~ Average skill. Knows basic first aid.
Wilderness Survival ~ Average skill.
Travelling Equipment:
- Rucksack.
- Knife w/ six inch retractable steel blade.
- Whetstone.
- Medical kit (contains gauze, tweezers, antiseptic cleaner, herbal pain killers, etc.)
- Leather waterskin.
- Toiletries.
- Candles and matchbox.
- Wool blanket, dyed green.
- Compass.
- Maps.
- Whatever book he happens to be reading at the time.
- Change of shirt.
- A wallet-sized photograph of his cat Peter (on Earth).
- An assortment of unspoilable rations.
In his room he has a squat wooden bookcase filled with volumes and trinkets he has stumbled upon, hand-drawn navigation charts, and a space for his extra tunic, trousers, undergarments and boots.
Age: 37
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dull red with greying temples.
Eye Color: Muddy hazel.
Height: 225 lbs
Weight: 6'3"
Occupation: Pilot / Glassblower's apprentice.
Languages: English, which thankfully seems to be remarkably similar to Althanian Common, and Standard German.
Appearance:
Straight posture, at times slouched; muscled and able-bodied with some extra padding on the midsection acquired during the months spent recovering from a leg injury. His face has a long, prematurely lined profile and is easily read, much to his personal ire. His expressive mouth is framed by thin dry lips; his eyes are bright and intense, sunken in their holes and typically surrounded by bruise-coloured shadows exaggerated against his pale skin. He is nearly bald save for a coarse film of silvering coppery hair and some facial growth, but it is little more than a five o'clock shadow and seems to prefer staying that way. He is fond of wearing a black leather aviator jacket. Walks with a limp.
A Brief Recounting:
He was born in the autumn of 1972 in Heidelberg, Germany. His parents, Annette
and Christoph Barhydt, raised wine grapes, gourds and bees on their modest vineyard, often with the help of a few hired workers. His formative years here were happy and unextraordinary. Annette - a retired cargo pilot and general aviation aficionado - kept an ancient Boeing-Stearman Model 75 biplane which she flew when she could, often with her young son as copilot. When Lupo was about 17, Annette crashed her plane and was killed. Shortly afterward his father sold the farm and moved to New York to peruse other interests, taking the boy with him. Although he was attending medical school on scholarship, Lupo eventually dropped out and earned his private pilot's license and later went on to teach, dust crops and perform aerobatics in air shows across the country.
One afternoon as he was testing out his new souped up Pitts S2S, he had engine trouble and took a nose dive straight into a lake. He escaped the cockpit with a broken femur, but when he surfaced it was a different world...a different reality...
He has since lived for three years on Althanas. Once over the customary shock, Lupo found work in a gaffer's shop where, in return for cleaning, handling customers and running errands, he was allowed a room in the gaffer's residence behind the building. He continues to search for a way home.
Remarkable Abilities:
Close Combat ~ Average skill: He can fight reasonably well and is not adverse toward using whatever might be lying around for last second weaponry, including his knife.
Airman ~ Above average skill: Natural perception and intuition and a love of flying. Might learn how to pilot a dirigible, otherwise this ability is more or less null.
Vasmancy ~ Below average skill: The gaffer he boards with has shown Lupo a few tricks regarding glass magic. As it stands, he can cause minute ripples in areas of glass, such as window panes and goblets, through concentration and touch. He also has the power to create pebble-sized glass pieces by melting the appropriate amount of sand in his fist. These pieces can be manipulated into any shape and are useful for throwing in the faces of deserving people. However, he is only able to create a handful of glass shards once every 24 hours.
Medical Training ~ Average skill. Knows basic first aid.
Wilderness Survival ~ Average skill.
Travelling Equipment:
- Rucksack.
- Knife w/ six inch retractable steel blade.
- Whetstone.
- Medical kit (contains gauze, tweezers, antiseptic cleaner, herbal pain killers, etc.)
- Leather waterskin.
- Toiletries.
- Candles and matchbox.
- Wool blanket, dyed green.
- Compass.
- Maps.
- Whatever book he happens to be reading at the time.
- Change of shirt.
- A wallet-sized photograph of his cat Peter (on Earth).
- An assortment of unspoilable rations.
In his room he has a squat wooden bookcase filled with volumes and trinkets he has stumbled upon, hand-drawn navigation charts, and a space for his extra tunic, trousers, undergarments and boots.