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Name/Aliases: Oscar De’Lacroux Sex: MaleRace: HumanAge: 27Appearance: He is a midsized man of strong stature. He looks as if he has handled a weapon for most of his life, which he has. He moves with determination and does not waste his time with words that have no meaning. He is quick to act and does so with speed that some have trouble keeping up with. With fiery orange hair and a form that reaches nearly six feet, he is easily found in crowds, though at night his dark skin allows him to sink into the shadows undetected. His pupils are ringed with hazel but dive to a much softer, more beautiful green, but harden to grey at the outer ring. The whites of his eyes stand in stark contrast to the depth and beauty of the rest of his eyes. He walks tall, with his head held to future, never looking back at where he has come from. He always has an eye to the horizon, looking to grasp the next opportunity that surely awaits a man of his talent. Personality: Heh. Perhaps it is best to describe Oscar as the counterpart of his author’s self, but that is but a story for another time. He is a good man, strong with principles instill in him by a life led without a guiding hand. He has forged a path that he is willing to walk, nothing more. Having spent most of his life following the command of others that put coins in his purse, Oscar has taken charge of finding his own fortunes. Adventurer, some have called him. He acts on learned instincts that have been drilled into him through rigorous training and experience. He is a kind but stern man. One to give the last of his bread to the weak, but sever the hand of the man that tries to steal from his purse while he is supposedly sleeping, Oscar’s emotions tend to guide his feet and determine the path he walks. History: Hailing from the islands of Ju’ra, Oscar is a story that does not require much explanation. When he came of age he left home with a band of mercenaries and has never gone back. As a sellsword, he has seen much of the land of Enduwin, having crossed the desert and nearly frozen to death in the ice lands. He left the band of mercenaries on good terms, but chose to find his own way . He paid his debt to them tenfold and bid them a good life as he disappeared into the burning horizon of the summer’s setting sun. Equipment: Leather armor and gloves mounted over top closely knit chainmail. A long sword and shield. A horse named Rupert. Magic (Mundane or Arcane): That, my kiddies, we will have to leave to the telling of the story.
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Oooh. I suspected you'd be playing a neutral/good/party character also. Assumptions confirmed I see :)