[hider=Robert James "Duff" Duffield]
[i][b]Name:[/b][/i]
[indent]Robert James “Duff” Duffield[/indent]
[i][b]Age:[/b][/i]
[indent]Thirty-seven[/indent]
[i][b]Brand:[/b][/i]
[indent]None, he is an ordinary human[/indent]
[i][b]Weapons:[/b][/i]
[indent]Smye & Cochrane Ltd. Cavalry Special .303 rifle; carries two types of ammunition. The most common type he carries is standard .303 ammunition, but he will often load custom Voidstone tipped ammunition as every fifth round when dealing with higher class Amalgamates or rarely use his .303 Voidtipped ammunition exclusively if required.[/indent]
[indent]Amherst Munitions Type IX .455 revolver; again, he uses two types of ammunition like the ones for the .303.[/indent]
[indent]Kalden Knife and Sword Co. Voidstone infused cavalry sabre; in case of unavoidable melee, the scabbard is designed to allow him to easily draw the blade, but the primary purpose of this sword is to slow his foe down long enough to allow him to get some distance and draw his Type IX.[/indent]
[i][b]Faction:[/b][/i]
[indent]None, though he finds kindred spirits in many other factions.[/indent]
[i][b]Personality:[/b][/i]
[indent]Although he carries a seemingly gruff and almost world weary demeanor, Robert James Duffield is amicable and polite, almost to a fault. Among those who know him, he has a reputation for kindness, but is known to be a brutal combatant when the chips are down. This is a trait shared by many of the natives of Aborrana, as the harsh winters and thick forests require a stern constitution and a cooperative spirit for survival.[/indent]
[i][b]Background:[/b][/i]
[indent]At the age of eighteen, Duff joined the Aborranian Royal Army as a dragoon, where he received training with rifles, sidearms, and the cavalry sabre he still carries. Five years later, he was honourably discharged from the military due to an injury he received that still causes him to walk with a slight limp. Not one to sit quietly and reminisce, Duff quickly put his training to good use, becoming reputable as a man of action and capability in dealing with Amalgamates in his home province of North Ridge. Over the last one and a half decades, his skills as a crack shot reached near fabled status as his training with his trusty rifle and revolver allowed him to take on threats that most ordinary humans would run from. As his kill count grew, so too did his resistance to magic. He is capable of shrugging off lower power spells, and spells that would kill most non-casters will only slow him down for a variable period of time.[/indent]
[i][b]Other:[/b][/i]
[indent]Seldom is he seen without his trench coat from his military days. The various pockets carry survival equipment, rations, ammunition, and a first aid kit... as well as a flask that he tends to keep topped up with Aborranian rye whisky. He is capable of riding a horse, but doesn’t own one at the present time. His primary method of supplying himself with the needed Voidstone for his ammunition is to sell the runes he makes from his kills to Casters.[/indent]
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