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[color=firebrick]Name:[/color] Ferran Emery Russinov

[color=firebrick]Race/Faction:[/color] Human - Wayfarer's Guild

[color=firebrick]Age:[/color] 30

[color=firebrick]Description:[/color]
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Ferran is relatively tall, standing about 6 feet. He has broad shoulders with exceptional upper body strength through many years of work with bows. His hair is a icy blond, almost gray, and falls just above his shoulders. His eyes are a dark greenish grey. His body has various scars of varying sizes and depth from years of hard living. He wears light-weight clothes that are easy to move in with a suit of leather armor, when needed. Otherwise, he travels fairly light with his trusty bow and arrows always on hand and a pair of daggers in case fighting gets too close to use arrows. 


[color=firebrick]"Class":[/color] Archer, Rogue

[color=firebrick]Motivation:[/color] Money and the promise of money. Does it pay well? He'll do it.

[color=firebrick]History:[/color] Ferran began his life in a small village with only his mother for family. When he was five years old, his mother met another man who ended up getting her pregnant. Ferran wasn't fond of the new arrangement, but he was too young to do much of anything about it. His mother ended up dying during childbirth of his half-sister. Too young to live on his own, and having nothing but disdain for the man who caused his mother's death, he ended up in a poor excuse for an orphanage. The condition of the orphanage was horrendous with very little money and next to no help. The building was always falling apart, the meals the children received were almost inedible and the kids spent most of their days doing manual labor.

Ferran spent four years living in this filth before a member of the Wayfarer's Guild happened upon him. He was only ten years old but, through his years of work in the orphanage, he was already stronger than all of the other children. The man took him in and began training him in archery and close-range combat. He traveled with him for years, learning the art of the traveling mercenary. When he was 17, he started off on his own, but always keeping ties with the Wayfarers.

He ultimately decided to join the guild while taking whatever jobs came his way. He didn't care what they were, as long as they paid well, he would do it. Getting his hands dirty was not an issue.

He sometimes wonders what his life would be like if his mother hadn't died when he was a child. He still harbors some resentment for the man and his daughter that caused his life to be thrown into chaos all those years ago.

[color=firebrick]Strengths:[/color] Expert Archer - Skilled with Daggers - Fearless - Confident - Survivor

[color=firebrick]Weakness:[/color] Vindictive - Sarcastic - Untrustworthy - Materialistic - Remorseless 

[color=firebrick]What is the most important thing to know about your character?[/color]
He has no loyalties. He doesn't care about politics or who might be on the throne at the time. He just wants money and maybe some fighting while he's at it.

[color=firebrick]What is your character's greatest flaw?[/color]
He hasn't been able to let go of his past or forgive those who have wronged him. This can occasionally effect his decision-making, for better or worse.

[color=firebrick]Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?[/color]
He is a very skilled fighter and is willing to do jobs that other may feel are "immoral" or "wrong".

[hider=Writing Sample]
[color=firebrick]"Now, if you'd just stop running, this would be so much easier."[/color] Ferran smirked as he drew an arrow from his quiver. He watched the man stumbling, trying to get away. He could see blood already seeping through his shirt from the wound he had already inflicted. As he knocked the arrow, his eyes focused on the man's legs. He was a rather large target and not very fast. While Ferran enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, this man was drawing it out.

He loosed the arrow and it swiftly found it's mark. The man let out a yelp and fell forward, landing hard on the ground. Ferran lowered his bow and began walking towards him. He had a certain swagger in his walk that spoke to his confidence. He had done this before.

As he approached the whimpering man, he put his bow on his back and drew on of his daggers. The steel glistened as it caught the last few rays of sunlight that filtered through the trees. [color=firebrick]"See? We could have avoided all of this if you had listened to me in the first place,"[/color] he taunted as he examined his blade. He lovingly traced his finger over the blunt part of the blade before reaching down and grabbing the man's injured shoulder, rolling him over onto his back.

[color=firebrick]"You see this blade? I don't get to use it too often. Sometimes I feel like she doesn't get enough attention."[/color] He grinned and looked down at the man. He had a look of terror and pain on his face, pain shooting through his entire body with every movement. [color=firebrick]"I'm going to make sure I give her plenty of attention today."[/color]

With one quick motion, he flipped the blade around in his hand and stabbed it into the already open wound on the man's arm. The man screamed in agony as Ferran twisted the blade once before pulling it back out. He watched the crimson blood drip off of the silver before placing the blade under one of the man's many chins. [color=firebrick]"I don't know who you pissed of, man, but it was a huge mistake on your part."[/color]
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