Name: Griffor VonGrey 

Age: 51 

Gender: Male 

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'7 Griff is a large man. Having broad shoulders and weathered skin his he shows. Long grey hair tied back curtly and fancy gilded glasses on his nose add class to his being. Usually covered in a dusty and beaten cloak he may come of as mysterious. Having a tanned complexion and wearing regal underclothes, Griff is a fanciful being. 

Personality: Calm, agreeable and soft spoke, he is easy to get along with. Griff tries his best to be courteous and kind, though stern when need be. A good follower and passive leader, Griff is solid ally to have. Living in mostly his mind, he analyzes people and regards the world as ever evolving and never the same. 

Deity: Freiya.

Loyalty: A lukewarm faith, they value the abilities gained, but hold a true faith in the deity. 

Weapon: An old broadsword, and a massive blessed rosary.  

Inventory: A satchel at his side, which is enchanted to store a surprising amount of items. Has a wetstone, a flint and tinder, a bedroll and some preserved fruit, as well as a journal. 

Special Ability: Able to burn things with energy if in contact with them. Only works on monsters or other living things. If he is holding something, and that something is touching someone, he can burn them through it, up to a certain distance away. 

Specialty: Enjoys fighting beasts of a larger scale. Can't use his ability on multiple enemies, so dislikes crowds. 

[hider=History:] Griff grew up on a coastal town in the snowy north. Following his fathers footsteps to become a woodcarver, he lived for many years peacefully and prosperously. Meeting the love of his life at a young age, he settled down and started his own business. His wife was a strong and successful hunter, and while she always kept danger as far away from him as possible, he became accustomed to battle. Never able to have a child, the couple lived alone and somewhat secluded from the town, though they were happy. 

Of course such happiness does not last in this world. And a roaming band of beasts ravaged that small northern town. Being on the outskirts of said town, Griff and his wife fought as best they could to protect their home and people. Lives were lost, some didn't make it, though Griff was not one of these. Surviving, alone, Griff took up his wife's blade, and her profession. 

Traveling southward, Griff fought hard and savagely, slaying any beast he could for many years, until he became hardened and his rage cooled. Finding finally the herd who had taken his partners life, Griff settled their debt. Being aimless, old and alone, Griff wandered once more.

Taking up residence in a large town of stone, Griff became a sort of defender. Keeping off nearby bests, and claiming bounties to make a living, Griff grew older, and wiser, and stronger. Fast forward yet again, and at the old wall of a tavern, posted with a knife, Griff found purpose.[/hider]



Forgotten : Nothing of note here.