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Username:
HopelesRomantis

Character Name: 
Pate Horth

Race/Species: 
Human

Gender: 
Male

Age: 
17

Career (if any) and Skills:
'squire', though most just treat him as a servant in the company. He really just calls himself that to feel more important. He has a talent for growing potatoes, digging holes, throwing stones sort of accurately. He has a passion for cooking but no real aptitude for it. 

Weapons: 
A more intelligent farm boy would have stolen a bladed tool of some sort when he ran away from home. Pate is not such a farm boy so he chose a shovel. Its blunt, heavy and he can hardly swing it.

Attire:
Bits an pieces. His armour is composed of small scraps of metal he has stolen from battles all over the place with the company. He wares an ogres old shield like a backpack in battle, so that if it goes badly he can play dead and not be slain by a stray arrow. Under this he wears a large tunic bearing the companies colours which he looted from his long dead superior. His chest is guarded by a small metal plate hung over his shoulder and his arms and legs are largely unguarded. His prize possession is a Bretonian half helm, a little to large but he still polishes constantly.

Equipment/Other 
Various cooking utensils, tent and several changes of clothes, mostly rags.

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): 
Weedy, thin and scrawny. His posture is slouching as he tries to make himself smaller to avoid calling to much attention. He is tall an lanky with short black hair he cuts himself. He is not handsome, but not ugly. His face is utterly unremarkable.

Mental Description/Personality: 
Pate is not very bright, nor very brave. He has the self esteem of a caterpillar and views himself as a useless burden on those around him. Therefore he spends most of his time trying to help people. Unfortunately due to his ineptitude this usually has the exact opposite of his intended effect. In battles he is likely to hurl himself on the floor and pretend to be dead rather than fight. Though if pushed to the edge he can be surprisingly lethal with a shovel.

Background/History:
The story of Pate begins when he was born and nothing of any importance happens for about 15 years. At the age of 15 his entire village was utterly decimated. Every single building and crop razed to the ground for miles around while he hid in the basement. Had he being less of a coward and come out of hiding to fight the invaders like the rest of his family he would have realized it was a scorched earth mission by the empire and that he would have being safely relocated like everyone else. And thus he was stranded in the middle of a newly made wasteland.

In the battle that would later take place on those plains between the empire and an orc horde he played dead, utterly terrified. When it was over he was found by medics from the dogs of war company and taken back to their camp, assumed to be a wounded member of their force. He was never really officially welcomed into the force and stays only because he believes that surrounding himself with warriors will save him from the same imagined fate as his family.

Nowadays he is treated like dirt. He cooks, cleans, fetches peoples things, erects tents and digs latrines. The company would fall apart if not for men like him (or so he believes). Unfortunately men like him can be picked up at any farm town with a disgruntle teenager looking for adventure. So he puts up with the poor treatment, hoping one day to be one of the true warriors of the company.
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