Username: 
BangoSkank

Character Name: 
Udo Wanderfoot

Race/Species: 
Halfling

Gender: 
Male

Age: 
38

Career: 
Udo worked as a Bounty Hunter throughout the Empire after a brief spell as a Fieldwarden in a small frontier Halfling town and many years working as an unofficial "Bounty" Hunter.  

Skills: 
Udo speaks Common, Halfling, and Reikspiel.  
He is knowledgeable about the geneaology and heraldry of the Empire.  
He is skilled in Outdoor Survival, Cooking, Perception, Gossip, Search, Shadowing, Silently Moving, Following Trails, the Specialist Weapon Groups Slings and Entangling, Strike to Stun, Strike Mighty Blow, and has unusually good Night Vision.

Weapons: 
A small flanged mace, a well crafted shank, a sling and crafted projectiles, a bola, a net

Attire: 
Plain cotton shirts, vests, and pants, each in different colors.  A thicker brown adventuring vest.  A green parka. A clean more presentable town outfit bundled up and black shoes to match.  A beautiful amulet of Sigmar.

Equipment/Other:
Several thick sketchbooks and pens, a very small tent, a small pot to cook in and a small bowl to eat from

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):
Udo is 38 years old, 90 lbs, and 3'7".  With thick brown hair generally combed back and parted, sharp green eyes, a bulbous nose, and no beard on his face save for well groomed muttonchops, he is in every way physically an unremarkable Halfling.  He no longer looks like a Halfling in his childhood but he appears to have lived a fairly comfortable life.  The only thing that might betray his less than peaceful life is his ragged left ear, a souvenir of that fateful night.  

Mental Description/Personality:
Udo presents himself as a loud gregarious man when it suits him and adopts a quieter more proper personality when the time calls for it.  He is very friendly and very quick witted, he uses these two things and his slight stature to ingratiate himself with people who may prove informative.  Though in town he often appears quite happy go lucky he is in fact quite cunning.  His personality is in short divided, he is quite kind and friendly with his friends and indeed with many strangers until and unless he needs to be decidedly less friendly.

Background/History:
A few years into Udo's work as a Fieldwarden his town was beset upon by a blood thirsty band of cultists.  Though he fought alongside his fellow Fieldwardens he was quickly clubbed hard over the head with a small shield and left for dead.  Upon awakening he saw that after overcoming the others the cultists had been much less kind to the rest of his people.  They had been gathered, slaughtered, and butchered.  With nothing left Udo spent many years hunting them down and his personal attachment to this pursuit taught him precisely how to do exactly that, hunt and catch a man.   

Udo perfected his bounty hunting skills hunting down the cultists who had destroyed his small town in his youth.  The journey took him many years longer than it might have if he were a little larger, a little stronger,  a little more intimidating, a little better suited to simply carving up the monsters as they so deserved.  Udo had spent his youth celebrating a happy carefree life loving his small body and his peaceful people and ended up spending many after his youth cursing it all.  Seeking his revenge and seeing it escape him time and time again.  

That loss formed a great divide in his life, a time before and a time after, and nearly all of his memories now are from the time after.  Many years spent in pursuit in it's many forms.  Mingling with the common folk to learn about small time criminals, popular taverns, the travelings and trevails of the underclass.  They had even taught him how to cook good nourishing food with nothing but what he could gather in the wilds.  Mingling with the upper class to learn the geneaology and heraldry of the realm and to sharpen up his Reikspiel.  He gradually became better at it all as he moved from cultist to cultist.  

When his hunt was finished and the last cultist found Udo reached out to an old fat friend to celebrate the day.  An old well-celebrated chef who had taught Udo how to cook and with whom Udo had shared many a long trip.  He had a small cottage amid the mountain and along the river just West of Eilhart. Together they made a rare specialty which stood right on that border between Royal Extravagance and Commoner Ingenuity.  Wild Boar Meat, Chicken Broth (prepared the night before), Fresh Cracked Black Pepper, Olive Oil, Butter (generous), Garlic, Bay Leaves, Caraway Seeds, Carrots, Celery, Reik Sprouts, Mushrooms, Parsley, and a happy helping of Potatoes.  Cooked up all together, low and slow, and stirred at regular intervals to prevent uneven cooking.  Pour it generously into bowls for the Commoners, arrange it artfully on a plate with a reasonable amount of broth drizzled atop for the Upper Class.  Garnish it with Madman's Cap to bring the final cultist to rest.

The fat man carried a generous pot out to a small table on a prepared outcrop there.  Years ago they had swept it clear of debris and trimmed back the weeds and brush that grew there for the wedding of the fat man's niece.  She was a beautiful if stupid thing though the ceremony had gone off without a hitch and brought her a better life than she could ever had had with such a simple (if accomplished) parentage.  The fat man poured a bowl for each of them, having learned from Udo the joy of messily slurping up the broth when the meal was finished, then hurried back to fetch some good wine while Udo put the final touches on their bowls.  They ate together and spoke about the years that had come and passed and then with a full stomach and a clear conscious, after that fat man had fallen into an unnatural slumber, Udo lifted his mace and brought it down on the fat man's head until there was little left but mush and powder from the crushed rock he rested on.  Udo then finished his bowl quickly, packed the bowl up, and returned to the fat man's cottage to pick up a more recognizable memento, and walked into his new life.  

With his vengeance finally achieved he felt a burden lifted off his shoulders, but with it went the purpose that had driven him for so long.  With no specific goal but a rather effective set of skills he decided, before that fine meal had even really begun to digest, that he would continue to hunt men.  He would turn those lessons he had learned and relationships he had formed toward hunting men for the Empire rather than for his own satisfaction.  Money proved to be a suitable substitute for revenge, if not for home.