Famdrim
04-06-07, 03:32 PM
Name: Zach Famdrim
Age: 52
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black- though graying in certain areas
Eye Color: Misty green
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 233 - muscle weighs more than fat, you know
Occupation: Warrior/Woodsman
Personality: If nothing else, old age has taught Zach Famdrim to be patient and calm. Much more fiery in his younger years, the elderly fellow has grown to be rather strong willed and much more able to deal with the incompetence of others. When not embroiled in combat, his heart is kind and he is respectful towards authority. However, when the need for fisticuffs arises, he can become deadly and methodical, and is not known to condescend those younger than himself regardless if their skill level transcends his own.
Fearing only a long, drawn out death, Zach hopes that when his end comes, it is swift and painless. His distrust of the beyond comes mainly from the little knowledge he has about it, as it is with most people.
Not one to turn down a strong beverage or a good meal, Famdrim can be considered a good man overall, and is usually helpful to those around him. If one were to gain him as an enemy, however, they would learn that his mind has not let lost it's acuity.
Appearance: At a glance, Zach is an average old man. His body, although fit and strong as someone much younger than himself, has not escaped the vale of age, and as such he has many scars and wrinkles that reveal his true self. Wearing a simple leather jerkin with many animal skins tied about it as makeshift patching. A firm leather belt holds his tunic together, a longer lower portion covering him down to about his shins. Covering his feet are simple leather boots that have seen their fair share of battles, as they are beginning to tear and scuff.
Should one look more closely to his face, they will notice traces of a handsome man- or at least one who is handsome for his age. His ragged black hair lays flat against his head, parting towards either side of his tanned face. Minor cuts and scars dot his complexion, though other than that he is fairly soft-skinned.
History: He was born of a poor family, one of farmers in fact. They never had much money, though most of what they needed they could make. However, that wasn't enough for Zach Famdrim. In his younger years, Zach had won tournaments and conquered villains. Banners had been raised for him, parades were held in his honor, and kings offered their daughters as his prizes.
At least that was what he liked to think.
In reality, he had lead a rather poor life very similar to his parents. His meals came mostly from hunting and his skills with the axe he carried mainly from the natural adeptness he had gained through it's avid use. There is not much to tell of his past, as few events have shaped his life.
Realizing the fragility of his old age, Zach set out from his home in the farmlands of Corone to seek out a more prestigious prize. He wishes for his name to be known all across Althanas. The elder wants stories of his feats and deeds to spread like a wildfire across all the world.
There is a long road ahead of the old man, but it is one he is willing to walk.
Skills:
Axe Proficiency- Zach has decent proficiency with an axe; he knows as much as one can know without any formal training. When stacked against a well-trained opponent, however, Zach knows he would be easily bested.
Nature Adept- Thanks mainly to his many years spent in the wild, Zach has gained a firm knowledge of tracking and foraging skills. He has the skills necessary to scrounge up food in the wild as well as start small fires.
Equipment:
Steel Axe- A simple steel axe that appears to be slowly rusting
Leather Armor- A basic set of leather armor, worn from many days of use
Age: 52
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black- though graying in certain areas
Eye Color: Misty green
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 233 - muscle weighs more than fat, you know
Occupation: Warrior/Woodsman
Personality: If nothing else, old age has taught Zach Famdrim to be patient and calm. Much more fiery in his younger years, the elderly fellow has grown to be rather strong willed and much more able to deal with the incompetence of others. When not embroiled in combat, his heart is kind and he is respectful towards authority. However, when the need for fisticuffs arises, he can become deadly and methodical, and is not known to condescend those younger than himself regardless if their skill level transcends his own.
Fearing only a long, drawn out death, Zach hopes that when his end comes, it is swift and painless. His distrust of the beyond comes mainly from the little knowledge he has about it, as it is with most people.
Not one to turn down a strong beverage or a good meal, Famdrim can be considered a good man overall, and is usually helpful to those around him. If one were to gain him as an enemy, however, they would learn that his mind has not let lost it's acuity.
Appearance: At a glance, Zach is an average old man. His body, although fit and strong as someone much younger than himself, has not escaped the vale of age, and as such he has many scars and wrinkles that reveal his true self. Wearing a simple leather jerkin with many animal skins tied about it as makeshift patching. A firm leather belt holds his tunic together, a longer lower portion covering him down to about his shins. Covering his feet are simple leather boots that have seen their fair share of battles, as they are beginning to tear and scuff.
Should one look more closely to his face, they will notice traces of a handsome man- or at least one who is handsome for his age. His ragged black hair lays flat against his head, parting towards either side of his tanned face. Minor cuts and scars dot his complexion, though other than that he is fairly soft-skinned.
History: He was born of a poor family, one of farmers in fact. They never had much money, though most of what they needed they could make. However, that wasn't enough for Zach Famdrim. In his younger years, Zach had won tournaments and conquered villains. Banners had been raised for him, parades were held in his honor, and kings offered their daughters as his prizes.
At least that was what he liked to think.
In reality, he had lead a rather poor life very similar to his parents. His meals came mostly from hunting and his skills with the axe he carried mainly from the natural adeptness he had gained through it's avid use. There is not much to tell of his past, as few events have shaped his life.
Realizing the fragility of his old age, Zach set out from his home in the farmlands of Corone to seek out a more prestigious prize. He wishes for his name to be known all across Althanas. The elder wants stories of his feats and deeds to spread like a wildfire across all the world.
There is a long road ahead of the old man, but it is one he is willing to walk.
Skills:
Axe Proficiency- Zach has decent proficiency with an axe; he knows as much as one can know without any formal training. When stacked against a well-trained opponent, however, Zach knows he would be easily bested.
Nature Adept- Thanks mainly to his many years spent in the wild, Zach has gained a firm knowledge of tracking and foraging skills. He has the skills necessary to scrounge up food in the wild as well as start small fires.
Equipment:
Steel Axe- A simple steel axe that appears to be slowly rusting
Leather Armor- A basic set of leather armor, worn from many days of use