Ahh I must be blind to have missed that but thank you. 

And here is my submission. 

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[b]Name:[/b] James Morter

[b]Gender:[/b] [i]"A sir of course, cant you tell by my lithe and god like physique?"[/i] (A conceded man, but a man indeed.) 

[b]Age:[/b] [i]"I'm 37...Im not old!"[/i] (He is in fact 42, but will likely never admit it openly.)

[b]Race:[/b] [i]"I am a man, and I am in a field so take from that what you will."[/i] (Man) 

[b]Appearance:[/b] [i]"I am young, in perfect health and shape, and the ladies simply cannot get enough of looking at my perfect hair."[/i] James is in fact, slightly balding on the back of his head. His body, though far from the picture of perfection that he proclaims it to be, is in good shape for a man of his age. While he has lost most of the strength of his youth, the life of working on a farm has kept his body lean, with hints of the powerful muscle he held in his youth buried under a thin layer of fat. His body is tanned and beginning to wrinkle, both from old age and long hours spent in the sun. His hands are scarred and calloused but strong. As far as height is concerned he stands at a respectable 6'1". Mid-length hair that was once raven black is starting to gray slightly, and has began to develop the before mentioned bald spot. His face is craggy but the remnants of a once rather handsome face can still be seen. Perhaps the most, or only, truly attractive thing about James are his eyes, which are still a bright and lively sapphire. 

[b]History: [/b] [i]"I used to be an adventurer like you..."[/i] James was in fact, not born in Brackenhorst. He was born far to South in a decently large city known as Barons Hold. His father was a lecherous man who he never knew, nor cared to, and who vanished shortly after getting James' mother pregnant. James' mother was young, beautiful, and about as bright as a torch with the top lobbed off. She tried to raise young James, but eventually got tired of the work and abandoned him on the streets of Barons Hold. Where she ended up James never found out, and again, couldn't have cared less. He was 8 at the time of his mothers departure.

For the next two years James lived as a beggar in the streets. He begged for, stole, and swindled for every copper he could get his hands on, and was becoming quite accomplished at it. Despite his young age, James was resourceful, and surprisingly intelligent. Had he received any sort of proper education, there is a high chance he could have been a great scholar. But he never did, and instead was recruited into the a group of mercenaries. Well "violently coerced" may be a more apt description.

The mercenaries were known as the Silent Fangs, and James' "recruiter" was known as Slash. (None of the mercenaries were particularly good with names.) How he was recruited is not a subject that James likes to talk about, however, it is rumored that James attempted to steal a purse of gold from Slasher, and was not quite as sneaky as he believed. Regardless, Slasher saw something special in James, and the offer of a bed to sleep in and a steady income was too much for James to pass up. For the next 25 years or so James fought alongside the Silent Fangs. He did all the jobs you would expect; guarding caravans, guarding nobles, guarding rich merchants... he did a lot of guarding. But he also fought in the occasional war, obviously favoring whoever had the fattest purse. And then one day, seemingly out of the blue, James left the Silent Fangs. He never divulged why, not even to Slasher, whom James considered his best friend. James took his significant saving, packed up what few belongings he owned, and moved to Brackenhorst, where he bought a small farm and did not pick up his blade for quite some time.

James never married, never spawned any children, never even really made any new friends. The people who live around him are well aware of who he is, but most have never said more then a few words to him. He's gained a reputation as a boisterous and slightly womanizing, old man and for the most part has been left alone. So why would he decide to pick up his blade again? Simple, because something feels wrong. He's not sure what it is, but lately he's had trouble sleeping, and he keeps finding himself staring at his old blade longingly. Maybe he's bored, maybe something is calling him, or maybe hes simply going crazy. No matter the reason, James has decided to set out once more, likely, for one last adventure. 

[b]Personality:[/b] [i]"I'm perfect dammit!"[/i]  James is boisterous and bordering on being a compulsive liar. He has a tendency to be grumpy and at times is hard to get along with, but buried deep beneath his rough exterior is a kind and understanding old man. He is intelligent and cunning and despite what some may think, is brave beyond reason. He is also not afraid to fight dirty. 

[b]Skills: [/b]Despite not having fought with a blade in the past 7 years, James is still a rather skilled swordsman and is passable with a bow. He has a cunning mind and a surprisingly good understanding of tactics. He's smart, and good at getting out of tight spots. And if need be, he can be quite sneaky. 

[b]Possessions: [/b]James wears a simple set of leather armor with a round oak shield. His sword is his only truly interesting possession, its hilt being a golden serpent with a blade that is flawless and a deep black in color. Other then a change of clothes and a small bag of coin he doesn't carry anything else of interest.  

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] [i]"LOOK OUT A DRAGON!  


AHAHAHA Made you look!" [/i]
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