Aden
07-22-16, 05:02 PM
Name: Aden Arrborrows
race: human
Age: 40
sex: male
Haircolor: black
Eye color: black
skin color: ruddy brown
Height: 5'11,
Weight: 189lbs
Appearance: Aden is so average looking that you could look right at him and not remember him two minutes later. He’s the kind of guy – average in height with a somewhat stalky build – that one could find in any locale – loading fraight onto a train in the railyards of Ettermire, driving a wagon team down the byways of Yarborough, repairing a villige wall In Tirel, or sailing a vessel into Beinost – what one would think of as merely a working man of the lower classes, important to the functioning of a nation, but hardly worth one’s time.
History
I’ll tell you, I was the second squalling babe born to Agatha and Patrick Arrborrows, my sister Serra being born five years before, and inherited all my old man’s wanderlust. It made it hard the first eleven years of my life, consigned to one small town. Oh, I was busy enough, what with Sharleen, when I turned five, and Elizabeth, Margret, and Ranald being born roughly a year to a year and a half in succession afterwards. Of course there was plenty to learn too, Uncle Jerold was an Assembly man, and expected me to fill his shoes, I didn’t, but the reason why that isn’t important. When the Unicorn Influenza past through Brightwater, it took my old man, and dearest mother, along with little Ranald. Somebody had to take up a trade and who better than me. Since that time I’ve been a caravan driver & guard, a bounty-hunter, a sailor, a merchant, a mercenary, a carpenter’s man, a fletcher’s apprentice, and a dozen other things besides. Now, answer me this, how many men you think can say they’ve been all that.
Still, you might be wondering, how did this old boy get to be working for an Alerian half-breed?
Well, I’ll tell you, I was up in Salvar, up near Piatra Serca, when I ra smack dab into an Aosotte, which to this day I don’t know why the thing was there, or what it was doing. The thing seemed about as surprised to se me, as I was to see it. Still it, Aosottes are sexless you see, obviously was more concerned with getting some chow, than getting out of the brewing snowstorm and so we started the hunters dance with me being the follower. Now, don’t you think for one second I really stood a chance, given I had to take the thing in close and couldn’t fedder the thing with arrows to weaken it before the shindig began. Only thing I could hope for is to put up enough of a fight to make the thing think that easier prey would be preferable. Of course it finally got in one good blow that sliced through armor and skin, along with cracking no less than three of my ribs, with the thought that I was a goner running through my head, when the thing’s head came apart. I can remember it all like it was yesterday, this big Alerian crookback striding up, aall at his ease, as though he was out for an afternoon jaunt, and with a voice full of aristocratic annoyance said, “you are an absolutely miserable sight goodman.” He sighed, and then he and a dwarf got to work patching me back up. I’ve been working for the fellow ever since.
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race: human
Age: 40
sex: male
Haircolor: black
Eye color: black
skin color: ruddy brown
Height: 5'11,
Weight: 189lbs
Appearance: Aden is so average looking that you could look right at him and not remember him two minutes later. He’s the kind of guy – average in height with a somewhat stalky build – that one could find in any locale – loading fraight onto a train in the railyards of Ettermire, driving a wagon team down the byways of Yarborough, repairing a villige wall In Tirel, or sailing a vessel into Beinost – what one would think of as merely a working man of the lower classes, important to the functioning of a nation, but hardly worth one’s time.
History
I’ll tell you, I was the second squalling babe born to Agatha and Patrick Arrborrows, my sister Serra being born five years before, and inherited all my old man’s wanderlust. It made it hard the first eleven years of my life, consigned to one small town. Oh, I was busy enough, what with Sharleen, when I turned five, and Elizabeth, Margret, and Ranald being born roughly a year to a year and a half in succession afterwards. Of course there was plenty to learn too, Uncle Jerold was an Assembly man, and expected me to fill his shoes, I didn’t, but the reason why that isn’t important. When the Unicorn Influenza past through Brightwater, it took my old man, and dearest mother, along with little Ranald. Somebody had to take up a trade and who better than me. Since that time I’ve been a caravan driver & guard, a bounty-hunter, a sailor, a merchant, a mercenary, a carpenter’s man, a fletcher’s apprentice, and a dozen other things besides. Now, answer me this, how many men you think can say they’ve been all that.
Still, you might be wondering, how did this old boy get to be working for an Alerian half-breed?
Well, I’ll tell you, I was up in Salvar, up near Piatra Serca, when I ra smack dab into an Aosotte, which to this day I don’t know why the thing was there, or what it was doing. The thing seemed about as surprised to se me, as I was to see it. Still it, Aosottes are sexless you see, obviously was more concerned with getting some chow, than getting out of the brewing snowstorm and so we started the hunters dance with me being the follower. Now, don’t you think for one second I really stood a chance, given I had to take the thing in close and couldn’t fedder the thing with arrows to weaken it before the shindig began. Only thing I could hope for is to put up enough of a fight to make the thing think that easier prey would be preferable. Of course it finally got in one good blow that sliced through armor and skin, along with cracking no less than three of my ribs, with the thought that I was a goner running through my head, when the thing’s head came apart. I can remember it all like it was yesterday, this big Alerian crookback striding up, aall at his ease, as though he was out for an afternoon jaunt, and with a voice full of aristocratic annoyance said, “you are an absolutely miserable sight goodman.” He sighed, and then he and a dwarf got to work patching me back up. I’ve been working for the fellow ever since.
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