Name: Eoin Lonne’lle
Age: 78 (26 in Elf time)
Race: Elf
Country of Birth: Sorka
Country of Origin: Kaymari
Appearance Appearance
Eoin has hair as black as midnight and green eyes that are reminiscent of coral on the sea. Underneath the Elf’s tanned skin lay lithe muscles and on top of said skin lay a plethora of tattoos
Bio: Eoin was born to a tavern waitress and a sailor, who wasn’t there by the time childbirth rolled around. For some the idea of a household that lacks a father figure may seem incomplete and it is however to young Eoin he didn’t even give it a second thought. Although his lack of proper parents came to the attention of the local non-bastard children and they would tease him daily. Somehow Eoin let that flow off him like water off the deck of a ship and he let the real bastard children continue with their beratements as he stared off into the endless oceans, dreaming of pirate treasures and deck fights.
At 16 Eoin’s mother took a bad spill at work and broke her neck on chair that wasn’t pushed in all the way. Sadly for Eoin she died instantly and this left the young Elf on the cusp of his manhood without guidance. Soon after the incident he felt a compulsion the sea, a feeling many of the Elves in Sorka felt, and slowly formulated a plan. When it all came together drew together his group of friends, the old ones who teased him for years, and made a move. In all honesty the Elf’s plan was simple: steal the fastest ship and adventure and surprisingly it was easy. As dawn approached they found a stowaway or rather a large group of them. In the ship’s interior held eight slaves of multiple races, while the group was, or at least tried to be tough, the band of Elves couldn’t stand slavery and they released them into the bonds of freedom.
Years passed full of excitement, minor treasure, and a large scale pirate fight. Eoin and his crew upon the ship, The Sea Trekker, set up shop in a Torvey. One day moving through the market he ran into one of the old slaves, “A small world.” Thought Eoin. After a minute of praises the old slave told him he began his life again as a smith and for thanks Eoin could pick one thing in his entire store front. As Eoin looked through the wares something shiny caught his eye a beautiful saxe knife, the old slave saw what Eoin eyed and sighed, but he kept to his word and delivered to him the saxe knife. The smithy explained the knife was made from a special ore that resisted rust and was hard to dull as the enthralled Elf played it.
As a few more years passed the life of the sea began to lose its luster and Eoin began to wander what to do. As he sat in a tavern the Elf happened to glance over an open book “The Legend of Lemea” as his eyes read the passage:
Far, far on the eastern edge of the known world stands Lemea,
There is said, that somewhere north from the Lacremia Mountains stands,
The Well of Wishes, which is said to grant any wish that those which reach it may have.
Lured by such promise thousands of people, marked as adventures,
Leave for Lemea, with only a few returning from the journey...
He knew what to do, all Eoin needed was to get ready.
Personality: Eoin is quick witted and can be a little loose with his words after a pint or two. He feels the need to compete and a longing for something exciting, anything to get his blood rushing.
Combat Skills: After years on the sea Eoin developed quick reflexes and impromptu fighting style involving his cutlass and his saxe knife.
Adventuring & Survival Skills: Eoin’s skills of adventuring involved tropical islands and dodging the occasional dart. Due to a large part of his life spent on the sea he only knows tropical survival and other basic things.
Other Skills: Eoin is great with quick thinking in any situation.
Reason for traveling: A lust for change and adventure
Other: Carries a special saxe knife
Hates left out chairs
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Lil' late, but central time zone represent.
It probably should.
That's true, but let's just blow shit up and pay the bill later.
Arthanus that would be a big 10-4 ghost rider because now I can bum rush with grenades behind me.
Also I guess we need only a medic, right?
Also I guess we need only a medic, right?
Nice I get an assault buddy.
Name: James Marshall
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Description/Picture:
Personality:
James Marshall is an honest man; while he can bit dull at times James has never cheated any one. That was most likely due to his southern raising, which at the worst of times involves a pliable leather belt, but things like that influenced him to act courteous, even in rough times such as these.
Background:
James, as well as his brother John Jr., was raised on a farm in rural Texas by his father and his mother. After ten years of a life of relative normalcy the keys fell and ruining the chance of a normal life for decent folk like James. For 15 years James and his father John, senior of course, took care of the homestead and John Jr. who contracted a sickness, which they thought could have been from the initial the family called the keyfall. Throughout the 15 years the disease evolved slowly, making him weaker and perhaps a bit deluded. After a day of a farmer’s work, consisting of feeding horses, mending fences, as well as defenses, and watering the field, James heard a commotion at the house. He rushed to the house, taking the long stairway up two at a time, and busted in the front door as a shot went off. James arrived on the crime to see his father covered crimson with a grim look holding a gun and John Jr., along with his mother, each dead with a large bullet wound. James never figured out if it was a misunderstood moment, like those moments on the T.V., since he walked out the door in his thick carhart and cowboy hat forever leaving his father alone. From there he wandered out stepping into an adventure he never thought he’d have.
Strengths:
Honesty, because of the south; decent marksmen, from hunting trips as a boy; and well mannered, due to a belt.
Weaknesses/Allergies/Fears:
Honesty; afraid to change into his father; reckless and will rush into rather dangerous situations; James is a simple man; He is also blunt, with the exception of the presence of ladies, then he is polite; sometimes James can be ignorant; He can also be irrational when it comes to certain things, like the endangerment of a woman; James is definitely old fashioned, not in the fedora sense, but the let the men do the work sweetheart sort of way.
Gear:
A large backpack, ammo, a few bottles of water, a bolt action rifle, a can of bacon fat, an assortment of pots, as well a quick starter wood and a hunting knife with a flint striker.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Description/Picture:
Personality:
James Marshall is an honest man; while he can bit dull at times James has never cheated any one. That was most likely due to his southern raising, which at the worst of times involves a pliable leather belt, but things like that influenced him to act courteous, even in rough times such as these.
Background:
James, as well as his brother John Jr., was raised on a farm in rural Texas by his father and his mother. After ten years of a life of relative normalcy the keys fell and ruining the chance of a normal life for decent folk like James. For 15 years James and his father John, senior of course, took care of the homestead and John Jr. who contracted a sickness, which they thought could have been from the initial the family called the keyfall. Throughout the 15 years the disease evolved slowly, making him weaker and perhaps a bit deluded. After a day of a farmer’s work, consisting of feeding horses, mending fences, as well as defenses, and watering the field, James heard a commotion at the house. He rushed to the house, taking the long stairway up two at a time, and busted in the front door as a shot went off. James arrived on the crime to see his father covered crimson with a grim look holding a gun and John Jr., along with his mother, each dead with a large bullet wound. James never figured out if it was a misunderstood moment, like those moments on the T.V., since he walked out the door in his thick carhart and cowboy hat forever leaving his father alone. From there he wandered out stepping into an adventure he never thought he’d have.
Strengths:
Honesty, because of the south; decent marksmen, from hunting trips as a boy; and well mannered, due to a belt.
Weaknesses/Allergies/Fears:
Honesty; afraid to change into his father; reckless and will rush into rather dangerous situations; James is a simple man; He is also blunt, with the exception of the presence of ladies, then he is polite; sometimes James can be ignorant; He can also be irrational when it comes to certain things, like the endangerment of a woman; James is definitely old fashioned, not in the fedora sense, but the let the men do the work sweetheart sort of way.
Gear:
A large backpack, ammo, a few bottles of water, a bolt action rifle, a can of bacon fat, an assortment of pots, as well a quick starter wood and a hunting knife with a flint striker.
I'm definitely in for this.
It sounds interesting for sure. Whenever it happens you can count me in.
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