Trayer Blackburn

[Trayer]

First Name: Trayer
Last Name: Blackburn

Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 18
Height 6' 0"
Weight: 190 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown, with sandy highlights
Facial Hair Style: The scruffy beard that only the youthful can grow

Personality Profile:
General Health: Hale, but a little more weathered than is typical for a young man.
Deity: Selune
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession: Huntsman
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger / Rogue / Wilderness Stalker
Habits/Hobbies: The wilds are his first home, where he feels most comfortable. He takes some effort to visit civilized areas for trade. Whittling wood or bone is his usual pass-time around the campfire, though he's not an artisan. Most of his work in this field ends up in the fire by the time his watch ends.
Languages: Common
Weapon of Choice: Longbow

Background: Trayer was born in a village in the foothills of the Earthspur, not too far from Impiltur. His parents were salt of the earth, farming and weaving for their subsistence. Trayer never had the patience to watch the wheat grow or spin yarn, his feet itched to wander just about as soon as he could walk. He was often found in the pens with the sheep, or toddling around the small cabin where he slept. As he grew, so too grew his wanderlust. His travels took him to other farms and he spent less time with his family. One day an argument with his father about the young boy's usefulness sent him spiraling into a deep depression and Trayer left his homestead for the solitude of the woods.

He began to hone his craft, mostly motivated by the protestations from his empty gut. Tracking and hunting became natural to the boy and he learned to live off the land in a much more instant gratification method than his father used to espouse. Trayer stayed away from trapping as this usually required more time doing nothing, trusting his bow and his eyes instead. After his proficiency developed, he began to trade with nearby settlements and caravans for goods he needed, or sometimes more exotic foods.

Hunting a large stag for three days and having it lost to a scavenging group of what he'd heard called kobolds was enough to push a starving man to murder. The first arrow of his to enter something other than a beast steeled something in the young man quickly. He felt as if he'd aged many years in the resulting fight, but proud nonetheless. The lizard-like creatures had dragged the carcass to their den and besides the deer, Trayer found some baubles and coin that had been stolen. An easy payday to be sure. His next trip to town bought him a new set of hunting leathers and a sturdier bow. The wanderlust had shifted to something else, and Trayer began to seek his fortune beyond the hunt to sustain himself.

Goals: Prove to himself that his childhood severance with his family wasn't for naught, that the life of an adventurer isn't fleeting or a meaningless existence.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
-would probably fit in with a small group that needed his wilderness oriented skills
-would align himself with someone that had a higher calling or a journey of their own that would take him far away to discover new places