Faust
01-18-14, 01:22 PM
Name: Faust Skirana
Age: 25
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gray
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165
Occupation: Adventurer (ex-mercenary)
Personality: Monotone, expressionless, yet with a streak of almost apologetic arrogance and a penchant for sadism, Faust is something of a mystery to those around him. His motivations, his goals, these things are kept to himself, and those he meets in his travels are oft subjected to a torrent of cutting remarks and subtle manipulations.
Appearance: Faust is well muscled but lithe, more athletic than bulky. His time as a mercenary has granted him a myriad of scars. Two of the most prominent being one just beneath his left eye- a vertical line that descends down his cheek- and one on the right corner of his mouth. This one twists his mouth into a permanent sneer, and combined with his dark hair and eyes and pallid skin tone, casts the warrior as a rather ghoulish figure. He is seldom seen without his battered, sleeveless cuirass of boiled leather, cloth trousers, and scuffed boots.
History: Born into squalor on the outskirts of Corone, Faust began his life in a small fishing village with his parents and several siblings. Money and food were scarce, each day a fight to stay alive. He doesn't remember much beyond that, nor does he care to. As far as Faust is concerned his life began when a company of independent soldiers passed through his village and conscripted him into their ranks. While it took some getting used to, the youth soon found he was a natural at this sort of lifestyle. There were a handful of warrior shamans that traveled with the mercenaries and under their guidance Faust began to delve into the study of magic. No doubt he would've remained with the mercenaries forever, had they not picked the wrong side in a conflict and gotten themselves wiped out. Faust survived, of course; he used one of his brothers as a shield against enemy arrows and cut himself out of that deathtrap, blade cleaving through anyone blocking his escape, friend or foe. Now he wanders aimlessly, seeking a new purpose.
Skills:
-Talented swordsman
-Competent marksman
-Has a gift for strategy (though little experience)
Abilities:
-Pyromancy (novice level; can conjure weak flames)
-Spell of Vigor [slight speed boost; 1.5 times normal speed (ex. base jogging speed un-augmented would be 8 mph, after the spell this would be bumped to 12 mph.) ]
Equipment:
-A nondescript iron sword. Kept sheathed on his hip.
-Leather cuirass
-Cloth satchel (filled with various traveling supplies like food, maps, etc.)
Age: 25
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gray
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165
Occupation: Adventurer (ex-mercenary)
Personality: Monotone, expressionless, yet with a streak of almost apologetic arrogance and a penchant for sadism, Faust is something of a mystery to those around him. His motivations, his goals, these things are kept to himself, and those he meets in his travels are oft subjected to a torrent of cutting remarks and subtle manipulations.
Appearance: Faust is well muscled but lithe, more athletic than bulky. His time as a mercenary has granted him a myriad of scars. Two of the most prominent being one just beneath his left eye- a vertical line that descends down his cheek- and one on the right corner of his mouth. This one twists his mouth into a permanent sneer, and combined with his dark hair and eyes and pallid skin tone, casts the warrior as a rather ghoulish figure. He is seldom seen without his battered, sleeveless cuirass of boiled leather, cloth trousers, and scuffed boots.
History: Born into squalor on the outskirts of Corone, Faust began his life in a small fishing village with his parents and several siblings. Money and food were scarce, each day a fight to stay alive. He doesn't remember much beyond that, nor does he care to. As far as Faust is concerned his life began when a company of independent soldiers passed through his village and conscripted him into their ranks. While it took some getting used to, the youth soon found he was a natural at this sort of lifestyle. There were a handful of warrior shamans that traveled with the mercenaries and under their guidance Faust began to delve into the study of magic. No doubt he would've remained with the mercenaries forever, had they not picked the wrong side in a conflict and gotten themselves wiped out. Faust survived, of course; he used one of his brothers as a shield against enemy arrows and cut himself out of that deathtrap, blade cleaving through anyone blocking his escape, friend or foe. Now he wanders aimlessly, seeking a new purpose.
Skills:
-Talented swordsman
-Competent marksman
-Has a gift for strategy (though little experience)
Abilities:
-Pyromancy (novice level; can conjure weak flames)
-Spell of Vigor [slight speed boost; 1.5 times normal speed (ex. base jogging speed un-augmented would be 8 mph, after the spell this would be bumped to 12 mph.) ]
Equipment:
-A nondescript iron sword. Kept sheathed on his hip.
-Leather cuirass
-Cloth satchel (filled with various traveling supplies like food, maps, etc.)