Name: Richard Amos

Age: 21

Gender: male

Race: human

Dragoon Spirit: Violet Dragoon

Weapon: hatchet

Appearance: Richard is a man with a slightly muscular of average height. He has tanned skin with a smattering of freckles and hazel eyes accompany a round face along with curly brown hair.

For his first adventure, he wears leather shoes, a normal pair of dark brown cotton pants, and a white cotton shirt. The only defense he could bring with him on such short notice was a steel hatchet with a wide blade and a wooden handle.

Personality: Richard is more on the quiet side than most others. He's happy to give the standard "How are you? I'm fine, thanks for asking", but anything more is asking a lot of him.

He isn't completely disinterested in people, however. If anyone wanted to get his attention, all they would have to do was show him something unfamiliar and strange. He always loved seeing the kind of strange things that travellers brought through Seles. It was a welcome break from his everyday life

History: Born to Nathaniel Amos, a retired soldier, Richard Amos was raised by the single father on a wheat farm on the outskirts of Seles. He spent most of his life learning how to tend to work fields and tend to crops. Occassional trips to the town were the only form of socialising he bothered with. Every day brought the same work and the same rewards. 

It didn't last. Late one night, after Richard had gone to bed for the night, a stranger arrived. He never told them his name or the name of his employer, but seemed to be familiar with Nathaniel. The stranger came with news that a certain someone had been found. Because of this someone, Nathaniel would be given a choice: return to their order or face death.

Nathaniel immediately chose death. To him, following the stranger's orders only meant suffering.

The stranger had not gone far when a gunshot woke Richard from his slumber to find the warm corpse of his father. A gun was in his hand, a bloody hole had appeared at the side of his head. Poor Richard was too distracted to realize that the doors had been blocked from the outside, and had only looked away from his father's body when the sharp smell of smoke filled the air. After frantically struggling with the door, he grabbed a nearby hatchet and managed to break down the door.

It was immediately after escaping that he noticed a lone figure heading through the fields, away from his burning home. [i]Who were they?[/i], he wondered. [i]Were they the ones that blocked the doors? Did they try to kill me?!?[/i]

He didn't understand who blocked the doors, or why there were people trying to kill him. All he could think about was that someone wanted him dead. At the moment, he walks on towards Seles, hoping to find temporary shelter and answers to the many questions now forming in his head.