Francis
Nov 23, 2009 0:30:58 GMT -6
Post by Francis on Nov 23, 2009 0:30:58 GMT -6
Alt of Rayl
Name: Francis H. Vance
Class*: Brigand ---> Bandit
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 25
Appearance: Francis is a rather large and muscular man, from his long days of hard, brutal, bloody work. he has scars on his arms, legs, neck (as visible via mugshot) and on his feet due to lack of shoes. His hair and beard (beard reminding me of Abe Lincoln) isoften always messy as one does not need to focus on looks when they slaughter helpless people as a profession.
Clothes: Francis wears a tattered, rather thin brown shirt, along with some equally tatter brown pants, both befitting his lot in life. He also wears shoes that lacks soles on the bottom of them, though they provide some warmth during colder times, their only real use. He was able to get some makeshift shoulder pads during a raid on a merchant caravan.
Born in**: Sacae, of Lycian (most likely Santaruz or Pheraen) ethnicity.
Story***: Francis is the only son of two Lycian peasants, who's life was plagued with poor conditions and tyranny of a local bandit group. As such, they fled their small town in the midst of one of these bandit raids, and made a living amidst Sacaen Tribesmen, where Francis was born. Their lives were better then, more peaceful and quiet, and their son (and later daughters, but that's not important) grew up well and strong.
Around the age of Seventeen, Francis struck it out on his own with well wishes from his tribesman, and he then returned to his families heritage: Lycia...however, he would soon learn that life outside the nomadic ways was difficult, and he eventually had to resort to something he would later dread: Being a bandit. Now at first he was just some grunt, and he technically still is, so pay wasn't all too great: All the gave him was an axe and told him to 'kill people'. And so he did. He did without realizing he would one day attack the village his family had fled. He'd kill family he never met in his life, and he'd plunder their houses, stealing their valuables...he'd never know this either.
He'd later go to Bern at age twenty, and work in a group called 'Ruinz' under some guy named Hargus, whoever that was. Oh well, not important, Francis was a grunt anyways. Five years since then, and he is still a bandit, now outside Ostia, where things have been getting richer: and thus richer for plundering. Despite his profession, he has a love of drinking and life, but still hasn't acquired the bloodlust of other bandits...but hey, he'd rather NOT starve to death (although he still is starving...but at least he's not dead!)
Fun Fact: After eight years of being a bandit (which is a long lifetime for a bandit), he obtained a strange hatred for Small Towns, which makes them easier to blunder, but just slightly.
Fun Fact 2: All of my characters are (Save for Rayl, who started out as) illiterate.
Fun Fact 3: Yes he is (in name and quote) based on Francis, the mug is actually just a random one I made a long while back that fit. His last name was taken from the Half-Life series.
Name: Francis H. Vance
Class*: Brigand ---> Bandit
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 25
Appearance: Francis is a rather large and muscular man, from his long days of hard, brutal, bloody work. he has scars on his arms, legs, neck (as visible via mugshot) and on his feet due to lack of shoes. His hair and beard (beard reminding me of Abe Lincoln) is
Clothes: Francis wears a tattered, rather thin brown shirt, along with some equally tatter brown pants, both befitting his lot in life. He also wears shoes that lacks soles on the bottom of them, though they provide some warmth during colder times, their only real use. He was able to get some makeshift shoulder pads during a raid on a merchant caravan.
Born in**: Sacae, of Lycian (most likely Santaruz or Pheraen) ethnicity.
Story***: Francis is the only son of two Lycian peasants, who's life was plagued with poor conditions and tyranny of a local bandit group. As such, they fled their small town in the midst of one of these bandit raids, and made a living amidst Sacaen Tribesmen, where Francis was born. Their lives were better then, more peaceful and quiet, and their son (and later daughters, but that's not important) grew up well and strong.
Around the age of Seventeen, Francis struck it out on his own with well wishes from his tribesman, and he then returned to his families heritage: Lycia...however, he would soon learn that life outside the nomadic ways was difficult, and he eventually had to resort to something he would later dread: Being a bandit. Now at first he was just some grunt, and he technically still is, so pay wasn't all too great: All the gave him was an axe and told him to 'kill people'. And so he did. He did without realizing he would one day attack the village his family had fled. He'd kill family he never met in his life, and he'd plunder their houses, stealing their valuables...he'd never know this either.
He'd later go to Bern at age twenty, and work in a group called 'Ruinz' under some guy named Hargus, whoever that was. Oh well, not important, Francis was a grunt anyways. Five years since then, and he is still a bandit, now outside Ostia, where things have been getting richer: and thus richer for plundering. Despite his profession, he has a love of drinking and life, but still hasn't acquired the bloodlust of other bandits...but hey, he'd rather NOT starve to death (although he still is starving...but at least he's not dead!)
Fun Fact: After eight years of being a bandit (which is a long lifetime for a bandit), he obtained a strange hatred for Small Towns, which makes them easier to blunder, but just slightly.
Fun Fact 2: All of my characters are (Save for Rayl, who started out as) illiterate.
Fun Fact 3: Yes he is (in name and quote) based on Francis, the mug is actually just a random one I made a long while back that fit. His last name was taken from the Half-Life series.