Race: Human
Race Description: Not Applicable
Avatar: Kalem, the Serpent. He worships Kalem, because he believes that life should not triumph over death, that they need to be balanced. For life, needs death, and vice versa. One can not live, without having to die, and one cannot die, without living first. That is why Kalem is the most important, to keep the world balanced.
Name: Horace M. Lannagan
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Horace has light brown hair, saved low to his head, to match the same, thin beard, reaching from just under his nose, now growing, a little to close for his liking, to his under jaw. Some may almost feel, his deep brown eyed stare, as if he was boring into your head. His skin was lighter than most others, but became immensely tan over his time out in the fields. His muscles are a little bigger than average size, because of not only his work in the fields, but his training afterwards. His tattered clothing is a bit more formal than others, because he has a bit more money than some who were forced to work here.
Current Equipment:
[+] One Side Of a Cellar Door [Armor] (makeshift shield)
[+] Gas Tubes [Achlemey] (Always Has it with him. He put it in the onions, remember?)
[+] Hatchet [Tools/Weapons]
[+] X3 Skin Water Pack [Supplies]
Handy Skills:
[+] Alchemy - A thing he liked to do as a kid, until he was around fourteen, and his father told him, "stop playing with your potions, and become a 'real man'!" He only got a few 'Achlemy Through The Ages' books done, and a couple of 'Achlemy: Know Your Potions' before his father made him give it up. He has the total skill of a Grade 4
[+] Speed - A bonus that came with learning how to be a knight, his father instructed him on how to pace himself, and get better footing, and angle his feet for better speed.
[+] Farming - Have you EVER heard of a farmhand that's not good at farming? I mean, really? I'm just gonna leave it at that.
Personality at RP's Start: Raging full of, well, rage at the green-skins, a bomb, ready to go off. While he does know how to calm himself, he still feels the burning sensation of anger, and hatred, and wants to slaughter them all.
Facts Likely Known To Others: His father died to protect him from the green-skins when he was a child, and he has rage built up from that to take out on them. He has a brother, who always one upped him at everything, and was the first to take his leave on a journey. He has a knick for swordsmanship.
*Hes the one who put the gas bombs in the onions for the master. Just so Y'all know.*