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[b]Name:[/b]
Tolbrine Atwater

[b]Alias(es):[/b]
Tol, Hey You, Crazy

[b]Gender:[/b]
Male

[b]Race:[/b]
Human - Fae Touched 

[b]Age:[/b]
Somewhere between 20 and 24. Not really sure. 

[b]Rank:[/b]
D Rank or not yet joined. 

[b]Personality:[/b]
Tol is...well he is probably insane. Contact with the fae tends to do that to humans. He is more or less fearless, but not in a way that purposely put himself in harm's way, there's just not much that he finds worth fearing. Tends to talk to himself and inform others that he is certainly not crazy, the voices have told him so. Competent with a blade, fists, and bar stool. Also skilled at field repairs to equipment; it won't look pretty, but it will work. 

[b]History:[/b]
Tol was born and raised in a fishing village on the coast on the border of Rhode and Irithia. As a young boy of around 10-12 years, he was injured as the result of an amateur alchemy accident and blinded in his right eye by a shard of glass. He came in contact with one of the Fae some months later. She gave him a gift, the ability to see the unseen with her injured eye. Of course, as with all Fae gifts, there was a catch. Using this ability requires the consumption of one daisy for every five minutes of sight usage. If the flowers are not eaten in a timely manner, he will lose all sight until he eats them. 

Tol was also robbed of his ability to swim. Try as he might, he couldn't do it anymore. As a result, once he was of age, he took to wandering, performing odd jobs and generally moving from town the town. He's been on his own for at least four years, but he couldn't be sure if it was 7 instead. His competent hands have kept him fed and at least earned a room in a barn most nights.

It was in a village on the border of Sirris that he hear tale of a legendary blade. It was a dull as a measuring stick until it tasted blood, becoming sharper and sharper as more blood was spilt. Interested piqued, Tol began to search for more information on this weapon. None of the tales agreed on it's orgin, resting place or even shape. Some suggested it would change shape to match it's users prefrence. Tol figured the best chance of finding the weapon, or at least more information, would be to join the guild. 



[b]Magic:[/b]
Fae Sight: He can see what we would call infrared from his right eye. He has to keep a covering over it when not using the ability. Left eye only has normal sight.

[b]Skills:[/b]
Short swords
Hand to hand
Improvised weaponry
Handy Man
Depth perception is a bit off but learned to compensate for it.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
Pair of handmade swords similar to a Makhiara, Kopis, or Falcata, Common
Chainmail jacket, Masterwork, doesn't fit*
Iron shod boots.
Camping gear (Tent, shovel, rope, steaks, flint, steel, pan, kindling) in a bag.
Pouch with a no more than 5 but no less than 2 daisies. 

[b]Anything Else:[/b]
*The chainmail jacket was originally a chainmail shirt that was taken from a dead highwayman. He was a bit smaller than Kor, so with the use of a rock, the criminals own ax, and a bit of rope Kor was able to split it open down the middle and lace it up, corset style, in the front. Keeps blades out of his back at least. 

His swords are handmade utility/combat blades. the fit somewhere between a machete and a short sword, but with the ability to chop like an ax. 
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