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07-25-07, 12:02 AM
Name: Jarvis Harland
Age: 32
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Violet
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210 lbs
*Occupation: Hunter/Trapper
*Personality:
An outdoors man at heart, Jarvis is most at home in the wilderness, and he has a profound respect for the environment around him. Many view Jarvis as a reclusive hermit, but he is perfectly content with that. Jarvis would much rather spend his time alone hunting and living off of the land, being absolutely free of any constraints. He only hunts what he needs to survive, but otherwise lives with nature in near perfect harmony. His rugged lifestyle has instilled in him a practical and stubborn attitude. If something needs doing, he will do what needs to be done to see the task through. Unfortunately, his reclusive lifestyle has made it rather difficult for him to get along with what few people he has socialized with, but if one can find a way through Jarvis' gruff exterior, one will find a loyal and steadfast friend to the last. He has a particular interest in medicine and natural remedies, and can often be found buying books about different illnesses and their cures.
Appearance:
Jarvis is a fairly tall man, his body lean and muscular from the years of hard living in the wild. His face can be compared to the rocky planes of a mountain, with smooth planes and sharp ridges around the cheek bones and jawline. Though somewhat intimidating, his features can be described as ruggedly handsome. His violet eyes are a sharp contrast to his dark hair and skin, and every so often they take on a haunted quality. Anyone lucky enough to catch Jarvis in a smile would describe it as having almost a fatherly quality to it, a smile that says " everything will be just fine". His walk has the quality of a predator at ease, but ready to spring to action at a moments notice. One can always tell when Jarvis is uneased by the tell-tale twitch on his left temple.
History:
Jarvis was raised from humble beginnings. His parents never had alot of money, but they always seemed to get by comfortably enough. His father, Elias Harland, was a simple cattle farmer who earned an honest wage selling milk and beef in the nearby town. His mother was a seamstress before Jarvis' birth, but died moments after he was born. So it was that Jarvis was raised into the world by his father alone. As he grew, Jarvis became fascinated with the wild. Noticing his son's blooming interest, Elias began to teach his son about the land around them. He taught Jarvis about the cycle of nature, and how to live in harmony with it, and take only what was needed for survival. Jarvis learned how to trap small animals for food, what seasons were best for what kind of animal, as well as what plants were and were not edible. Elias also had a small amount of knowledge with salves and lotions made from plants and plant roots, and this he passed on to Jarvis as well.
It was shortly after his 21st birthday that everything changed for Jarvis. His father had taken ill, and though Elias was still strong and denied anything about a sickness, Jarvis could see him slowly wasting away. It was not long before his father began to slow down around the farm, not doing things as quickly and efficiently as he had used to. The day when his father collapsed from exhaustion while herding cattle was the day that Jarvis decided to do something about his father. Laying Elias comfortably in his bed, Jarvis set out for the town to obtain medicines and help. Upon returning with a doctor in tow and a small bag of herbal remedies, Jarvis discovered he was to late. His father had passed away. With this developement, Jarvis had nobody else in his life. He was not a farmer, he longed for the outdoors, the wilderness. He dug his father a grave on a hill overlooking his pastures, then let the cattle roam free. Once the cattle were gone, he set fire to his house and barn, and disappeared into the woods.
Over the next ten years, Jarvis spent his time in seclusion, always moving farther and farther away from his father's farm. Much of this time was spent trying to come to terms with his self guilt, and he has avoided much human contact. Many forget he even existed, believing he died in the mysterious fire that consumed Elias' farm so many years ago. He is 32 now, a hunter who can be seen now and again in town selling furs and meat.
Skills:
Marksmanship- Somewhat better than most with the bow. His skill level serves his purpose as a hunter.
Woodscraft- He has an extensive knowledge of plants and their various
properties.
Tracking- He can follow any prey that he chooses based on the tracks they
leave.
Blade- Can stab and slash like anyone else, but skilled at using it for skinning.
Hunter's Senses- Years of living in the wild has given him better perceptive skills than your average human.
Trapping- Has extensive knowledge of various traps used for hunting.
Equipment:
6inch Hunting Knife
Harland Family Cedar Hunting Bow (recieved on his 14th birthday)
Quiver of Arrows (holds 20 arrows with oak shafts and steel heads)
Flexible leather hunting vest, pants, boots. All are fur lined.
Belt pack containing various implements used for trapping
Shoulder pack containing food rations (dried meet, herbs, etc.), bedroll and cooking implements
Parka (died different shades of brown and green, worn over leather)
Familiar: Zypher, a red-tailed hawk.
Brief History: Zypher was the last of a batch of eggs that Jarvis saved from a pair of hungry raccoons. Jarvis nursed the egg until it hatched, and was able to care for Zypher until he was fully grown. Zypher comes and goes as he pleases, but is never far from Jarvis.
Skills:
Hunters Assistant: Trained to take down small game for Jarvis
Watchbird: Zypher will warn Jarvis of coming danger by trilling loudly.
Age: 32
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Violet
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210 lbs
*Occupation: Hunter/Trapper
*Personality:
An outdoors man at heart, Jarvis is most at home in the wilderness, and he has a profound respect for the environment around him. Many view Jarvis as a reclusive hermit, but he is perfectly content with that. Jarvis would much rather spend his time alone hunting and living off of the land, being absolutely free of any constraints. He only hunts what he needs to survive, but otherwise lives with nature in near perfect harmony. His rugged lifestyle has instilled in him a practical and stubborn attitude. If something needs doing, he will do what needs to be done to see the task through. Unfortunately, his reclusive lifestyle has made it rather difficult for him to get along with what few people he has socialized with, but if one can find a way through Jarvis' gruff exterior, one will find a loyal and steadfast friend to the last. He has a particular interest in medicine and natural remedies, and can often be found buying books about different illnesses and their cures.
Appearance:
Jarvis is a fairly tall man, his body lean and muscular from the years of hard living in the wild. His face can be compared to the rocky planes of a mountain, with smooth planes and sharp ridges around the cheek bones and jawline. Though somewhat intimidating, his features can be described as ruggedly handsome. His violet eyes are a sharp contrast to his dark hair and skin, and every so often they take on a haunted quality. Anyone lucky enough to catch Jarvis in a smile would describe it as having almost a fatherly quality to it, a smile that says " everything will be just fine". His walk has the quality of a predator at ease, but ready to spring to action at a moments notice. One can always tell when Jarvis is uneased by the tell-tale twitch on his left temple.
History:
Jarvis was raised from humble beginnings. His parents never had alot of money, but they always seemed to get by comfortably enough. His father, Elias Harland, was a simple cattle farmer who earned an honest wage selling milk and beef in the nearby town. His mother was a seamstress before Jarvis' birth, but died moments after he was born. So it was that Jarvis was raised into the world by his father alone. As he grew, Jarvis became fascinated with the wild. Noticing his son's blooming interest, Elias began to teach his son about the land around them. He taught Jarvis about the cycle of nature, and how to live in harmony with it, and take only what was needed for survival. Jarvis learned how to trap small animals for food, what seasons were best for what kind of animal, as well as what plants were and were not edible. Elias also had a small amount of knowledge with salves and lotions made from plants and plant roots, and this he passed on to Jarvis as well.
It was shortly after his 21st birthday that everything changed for Jarvis. His father had taken ill, and though Elias was still strong and denied anything about a sickness, Jarvis could see him slowly wasting away. It was not long before his father began to slow down around the farm, not doing things as quickly and efficiently as he had used to. The day when his father collapsed from exhaustion while herding cattle was the day that Jarvis decided to do something about his father. Laying Elias comfortably in his bed, Jarvis set out for the town to obtain medicines and help. Upon returning with a doctor in tow and a small bag of herbal remedies, Jarvis discovered he was to late. His father had passed away. With this developement, Jarvis had nobody else in his life. He was not a farmer, he longed for the outdoors, the wilderness. He dug his father a grave on a hill overlooking his pastures, then let the cattle roam free. Once the cattle were gone, he set fire to his house and barn, and disappeared into the woods.
Over the next ten years, Jarvis spent his time in seclusion, always moving farther and farther away from his father's farm. Much of this time was spent trying to come to terms with his self guilt, and he has avoided much human contact. Many forget he even existed, believing he died in the mysterious fire that consumed Elias' farm so many years ago. He is 32 now, a hunter who can be seen now and again in town selling furs and meat.
Skills:
Marksmanship- Somewhat better than most with the bow. His skill level serves his purpose as a hunter.
Woodscraft- He has an extensive knowledge of plants and their various
properties.
Tracking- He can follow any prey that he chooses based on the tracks they
leave.
Blade- Can stab and slash like anyone else, but skilled at using it for skinning.
Hunter's Senses- Years of living in the wild has given him better perceptive skills than your average human.
Trapping- Has extensive knowledge of various traps used for hunting.
Equipment:
6inch Hunting Knife
Harland Family Cedar Hunting Bow (recieved on his 14th birthday)
Quiver of Arrows (holds 20 arrows with oak shafts and steel heads)
Flexible leather hunting vest, pants, boots. All are fur lined.
Belt pack containing various implements used for trapping
Shoulder pack containing food rations (dried meet, herbs, etc.), bedroll and cooking implements
Parka (died different shades of brown and green, worn over leather)
Familiar: Zypher, a red-tailed hawk.
Brief History: Zypher was the last of a batch of eggs that Jarvis saved from a pair of hungry raccoons. Jarvis nursed the egg until it hatched, and was able to care for Zypher until he was fully grown. Zypher comes and goes as he pleases, but is never far from Jarvis.
Skills:
Hunters Assistant: Trained to take down small game for Jarvis
Watchbird: Zypher will warn Jarvis of coming danger by trilling loudly.