I'm definitely down, this sounds super fun.
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@vietmyke Yeah a bit plain, I have a bad habit of starting maybe *too* vanilla with my CSs and letting them flesh out more as the story progresses. As for the rabbit thing, that was me combing ideas in my head haha. I need to fix that.
Just let me know if that doesn't work for what you've got in mind for all this.
Just let me know if that doesn't work for what you've got in mind for all this.
(Reposting here as well as the other IC you posted, feel free to let me know to delete one or the other!)
Name: Nathaniel "Nate" Brianson
Age: 18 years old
Personality: Nate was always a quiet, respectful child and this shows in him still as he moves into manhood. A life of working around the wealthy has lead him to be well spoken and literate. He knows to bite his tongue in the presence of authority, and to keep a level head when being spoken down to or provoked. Sometimes he can come across as a bit of a pushover, but time spent around him reveals the potential of someone much more than that, buried deep inside him.
His intelligence and way with words have served him well through his short life, and make up for his lack of physical strength or combat prowess some young men his age possess. Friendly and caring, he always attempts to do what he believes is best for those around him, sometimes at the cost of his own happiness or well-being.
Backstory: Nate is the son of scribe, one who's done work for more aristocrats and political figures than Nate can keep track of. This upbringing has lead Nate to have the advantages of access to more literature than a portion of people may know exist. Dramas, comedies, romances, historical documents, anything he get his hands on, he would abosorb the words by light of his father's candles as he wrote out another will, or supply request letter for whichever wealthy man or woman was calling the shots that day.
His father's profession allowed him to be raised in relative comfort. They were never "wealthy", but he spent his summers in waters with the boys and girls of the upper class in their private lakes, and his winters bundled in his father's modest dwelling, shivering by a fire.
The only thing ever missing from his childhood was the love of a mother. His own had passed giving birth to him, so he'd been told. His father never found another, telling Nate that he could never find someone who would fill the hole his mother had left. Sure, Nate's father had his share of barmaids and serving girls over the years, but never more than a night.
Skills and Abilities:
Professional Scribe - Nate has spent most of his life reading and writing, in preparation of taking over for his father one day. Aside from writings in different languages, Nate can make sense of even complicated documents and tomes. This has allowed him a good sense of understanding someone's handwriting as well, making him versed in simple forgeries.
Novice Archer - Nate spent a summer tagging along with the sons of a knight. He never found himself very talented with a blade, so he instead looked to the arrow. Not a particularly great shot, but he's known to be able to hit a standing rabbit, though has never had to loose an arrow at a man before.
Journeyman Orator - Years spent sitting to the side watching men of paper dictate letters to his father has given Nate a good understanding of how to speak to people. On more than one occasion he's spoken his way out of trouble, and the older he gets the more he begins understanding the way people think and the things to say to help accomplish his goals.
Equipment:
Bow, barely used - This bow was a gift to Nate by a girl named Charlotte, the sister of the boys who'd helped Nate learn to use one. A long stemmed red rose, the flower of the house Charlotte was born into is painted along the upper limb.
Quiver, leather - A small brown leather quiver adorned with the matching rose of the bow. It easily holds a dozen arrows, though Nate currently has only half that.
Bag, cloth - A cloth sack drawn closed by a rope drawstring. It's small enough to not be much of a burden when slung over his shoulder or tied to the saddle of a horse, but large enough to hold the few possessions Nate keeps with him.
Contents of bag, assorted - His small leather bound journal containing his private thoughts and adventures. A piece of flint he had found a few summers back, useful for (trying) to light small fires. A small (two inch blade) knife in a small leather sheath, not sharp enough to kill but gets through rope and small tree limbs.
Name: Nathaniel "Nate" Brianson
Age: 18 years old
Personality: Nate was always a quiet, respectful child and this shows in him still as he moves into manhood. A life of working around the wealthy has lead him to be well spoken and literate. He knows to bite his tongue in the presence of authority, and to keep a level head when being spoken down to or provoked. Sometimes he can come across as a bit of a pushover, but time spent around him reveals the potential of someone much more than that, buried deep inside him.
His intelligence and way with words have served him well through his short life, and make up for his lack of physical strength or combat prowess some young men his age possess. Friendly and caring, he always attempts to do what he believes is best for those around him, sometimes at the cost of his own happiness or well-being.
Backstory: Nate is the son of scribe, one who's done work for more aristocrats and political figures than Nate can keep track of. This upbringing has lead Nate to have the advantages of access to more literature than a portion of people may know exist. Dramas, comedies, romances, historical documents, anything he get his hands on, he would abosorb the words by light of his father's candles as he wrote out another will, or supply request letter for whichever wealthy man or woman was calling the shots that day.
His father's profession allowed him to be raised in relative comfort. They were never "wealthy", but he spent his summers in waters with the boys and girls of the upper class in their private lakes, and his winters bundled in his father's modest dwelling, shivering by a fire.
The only thing ever missing from his childhood was the love of a mother. His own had passed giving birth to him, so he'd been told. His father never found another, telling Nate that he could never find someone who would fill the hole his mother had left. Sure, Nate's father had his share of barmaids and serving girls over the years, but never more than a night.
Skills and Abilities:
Professional Scribe - Nate has spent most of his life reading and writing, in preparation of taking over for his father one day. Aside from writings in different languages, Nate can make sense of even complicated documents and tomes. This has allowed him a good sense of understanding someone's handwriting as well, making him versed in simple forgeries.
Novice Archer - Nate spent a summer tagging along with the sons of a knight. He never found himself very talented with a blade, so he instead looked to the arrow. Not a particularly great shot, but he's known to be able to hit a standing rabbit, though has never had to loose an arrow at a man before.
Journeyman Orator - Years spent sitting to the side watching men of paper dictate letters to his father has given Nate a good understanding of how to speak to people. On more than one occasion he's spoken his way out of trouble, and the older he gets the more he begins understanding the way people think and the things to say to help accomplish his goals.
Equipment:
Bow, barely used - This bow was a gift to Nate by a girl named Charlotte, the sister of the boys who'd helped Nate learn to use one. A long stemmed red rose, the flower of the house Charlotte was born into is painted along the upper limb.
Quiver, leather - A small brown leather quiver adorned with the matching rose of the bow. It easily holds a dozen arrows, though Nate currently has only half that.
Bag, cloth - A cloth sack drawn closed by a rope drawstring. It's small enough to not be much of a burden when slung over his shoulder or tied to the saddle of a horse, but large enough to hold the few possessions Nate keeps with him.
Contents of bag, assorted - His small leather bound journal containing his private thoughts and adventures. A piece of flint he had found a few summers back, useful for (trying) to light small fires. A small (two inch blade) knife in a small leather sheath, not sharp enough to kill but gets through rope and small tree limbs.
Name: Nathaniel "Nate" Brianson
Age: 18 years old
Personality: Nate was always a quiet, respectful child and this shows in him still as he moves into manhood. A life of working around the wealthy has lead him to be well spoken and literate. He knows to bite his tongue in the presence of authority, and to keep a level head when being spoken down to or provoked. Sometimes he can come across as a bit of a pushover, but time spent around him reveals the potential of someone much more than that, buried deep inside him.
His intelligence and way with words have served him well through his short life, and make up for his lack of physical strength or combat prowess some young men his age possess. Friendly and caring, he always attempts to do what he believes is best for those around him, sometimes at the cost of his own happiness or well-being.
Backstory: Nate is the son of scribe, one who's done work for more aristocrats and political figures than Nate can keep track of. This upbringing has lead Nate to have the advantages of access to more literature than a portion of people may know exist. Dramas, comedies, romances, historical documents, anything he get his hands on, he would abosorb the words by light of his father's candles as he wrote out another will, or supply request letter for whichever wealthy man or woman was calling the shots that day.
His father's profession allowed him to be raised in relative comfort. They were never "wealthy", but he spent his summers in waters with the boys and girls of the upper class in their private lakes, and his winters bundled in his father's modest dwelling, shivering by a fire.
The only thing ever missing from his childhood was the love of a mother. His own had passed giving birth to him, so he'd been told. His father never found another, telling Nate that he could never find someone who would fill the hole his mother had left. Sure, Nate's father had his share of barmaids and serving girls over the years, but never more than a night.
Skills and Abilities:
Professional Scribe - Nate has spent most of his life reading and writing, in preparation of taking over for his father one day. Aside from writings in different languages, Nate can make sense of even complicated documents and tomes. This has allowed him a good sense of understanding someone's handwriting as well, making him versed in simple forgeries.
Novice Archer - Nate spent a summer tagging along with the sons of a knight. He never found himself very talented with a blade, so he instead looked to the arrow. Not a particularly great shot, but he's known to be able to hit a moving rabbit, though has never had to loose an arrow at a man before.
Journeyman Orator - Years spent sitting to the side watching men of paper dictate letters to his father has given Nate a good understanding of how to speak to people. On more than one occasion he's spoken his way out of trouble, and the older he gets the more he begins understanding the way people think and the things to say to help accomplish his goals.
Equipment:
Bow, barely used - This bow was a gift to Nate by a girl named Charlotte, the sister of the boys who'd helped Nate learn to use one. A long stemmed red rose, the flower of the house Charlotte was born into is painted along the upper limb.
Quiver, leather - A small brown leather quiver adorned with the matching rose of the bow. It easily holds a dozen arrows, though Nate currently has only half that.
Bag, cloth - A cloth sack drawn closed by a rope drawstring. It's small enough to not be much of a burden when slung over his shoulder or tied to the saddle of a horse, but large enough to hold the few possessions Nate keeps with him.
Contents of bag, assorted - His small leather bound journal containing his private thoughts and adventures. A piece of flint he had found a few summers back, useful for (trying) to light small fires. A small (two inch blade) knife in a small leather sheath, not sharp enough to kill but gets through rope and small tree limbs.
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