Name: Gavin Truss

Age: 19

Race: Human

Appearance: Gavin is a weak-looking guy with skinny build that has not much for muscle. He has short black hair and greyish-blue eyes. He’s a little shorter than the average human male standing at 5’4”. He has scars all up and down his back from whippings by his father. His skin is a light tan. His hands are callused from many years working farmland.

History: “Who, me? No one really find me interesting… Why would you be interested in my past? I mean, I guess. If you insist. I find it a bit embarrassing honestly. Please don’t laugh. I was born and raised a farmer boy. My pops was a rough man; usually beat me if I messed up. He had a real mean whip he used especially for me. He taught me how to farm though. I worked wheat mostly. Sometimes we had potatoes, but mostly wheat.

“I was usually sent on errands into town by Pops. Sometimes I got beat up by other kids my age, so I got real good at running. I had some good incentive to be fast too, since Pops beat me whenever I was late. D-do you really need to know this stuff? A-alright. I wasn’t much of a fighter, honest. At least not till some bandits came and attacked my pops’ farm. They were just looking for a place to hide, but they weren’t gonna let us live. Pops died pretty quick, I was honestly sad cuz he was the only family I had. I didn’t want to die in spite of how scared I was, so I picked up one of the farm tools nearby and stabbed the closest guy before running like mad. At least, I tried to run. I got grabbed by his buddy and stabbed in the back. Scared I smacked him with my weapon and I knocked him out. Then I ran. Got some guards and got them to the farm before I passed out from the blood loss.

“Pretty lucky I got saved by a healer after that. I couldn’t keep the farm after that incident though. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. So I moved. Took the two-pronged farming fork I used to defend myself with me too. I decided that I’d try to protect folk that need it to try and make up for Pops’ death.”

Personality: Chicken. Coward. Pushover. Those are all ample words to describe Gavin. Certainly not something that’d be considered hero material. He finds it impossible to think poorly of someone close to him in spite of how they might treat him. Easily a nervous wreck, but in spite of all of that he tries his best to fight the fear and act, especially when he needs to. He doesn’t like killing people even if they are trying to kill him. If someone needs a hand he’s often the first one to jump in and try and help even if he has no experience in the thing in question. He has little social experience, so he knows no social queues or even when not to say something.

Magic Affinity: Holy
Preferred Weapon(s): Two-pronged farming fork, any other farm implement.

Strength: Speed 75
Weakness: Strength 15 Magic 8
Affiliation: None – At the Moment!

Abilities:
Sewing – A poor farmer can’t afford to buy clothing, so he’s got to fix it himself whenever it’s torn.

Agriculture – In spite of the fact that he has mostly experience with only wheat, his father had drilled into his brain all sorts of farming and agricultural information.

Long distance running – Not only is Gavin fairly quick he has the endurance required to run a long distance before becoming too tired. His best distance so far has been 13 miles.

Other: He has a high pain tolerance from many years of abuse at the hands of his father and the occasional bully.