[hider=Luddick]
Name: Luddick

Appearance: [hider=Luddick][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/92/aa/fb92aad9f530861ea9119a8b4c97126e.jpg[/img][/hider]

Class: Gunslinger

Devotion: Ragnarok

Familiar: "[color=limegreen]Animals aren't my thing.[/color]"

Spell List: "[color=limegreen]Magic? A bullet moves a lot faster than a fireball, as I've seen it.[/color]"

Backstory: Luddick, who prefers not to use his family name, was born to a father of noble lineage and a mother who worked as head of security to his father. He grew up surrounded by tutors who educated him on worldly matters, manners, and speech. His mother's tutors, on the other hand, taught him self-defense, hunting, and, most importantly, the art of firearms. As his mother personally taught him the way of the gun, his father began plotting to raise up his family to a higher noble position. This backfired almost immediately, however, when his father's right hand man, Ralius, betrayed him to the authorities. Luddick, now a young adult, was forced to flee with his pistols and leave his family behind. Dropping his last name, he began working as a caravan guardsman to make a living.

He killed his first man when a group of bandits attacked a wagon carrying boxes of a rare hallucinogenic flower. There were other mercenaries with Luddick, but nonetheless there were enough bandits that they could hardly take them all. Their leader was a tall man with a pistol who planned on selling the flowers to a group of nobles who used the flower to entertain themselves. The fight was rough, and a few people on both sides didn't make it out. Luddick shot and killed three men, which in his adrenaline-fueled state didn't bother him much. Suddenly Luddick found himself facing the bandit leader, who at the time had been wielding his sword and had his pistol at his hips. Before the leader could even draw his gun, Luddick raised his arm and put a bullet straight into the center of his face. The bandit swayed, what remained of his face taking on a surprised expression, and then he collapsed like a cut string puppet.

After the battle had ended, shortly after the leader's death, Luddick found himself shaken, almost sickened by the act of violence and the messy results. Still, he steeled himself. Life, he told himself, was violent and all too often short. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and he had to get used to it. Shortly afterwards, he signed up to do bounty work, specifically to make himself a harder man. It worked. A couple years later he was much more fire-forged, not to mention considerably more steely. All he lost was his innocence.

Eventually he found the poster for the King's Call being carried by a messenger in a caravan Luddick was guarding. Luddick slowly finished his caravan job before taking off, bringing with him only what he needed.
[/hider]