Guy "Knife Ears" Masterson
Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 5:44 pm
First Name: Guy
Last Name: Masterson
Alias: Knife Ears
Appearance: Dark hair, sun darkened skin, slightly larger than a typical elf in both height and girth.
Race: Elf
Age: 110ish
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 97 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Facial Hair Style: Clean shaven
Personality Profile: A gruff former militiaman turned soldier and mercenary, confrontational and rough around the edges.
General Health: Good
Deity: Tempus
Initial Alignment: CN
Profession: Mercenary
Base Class & Proposed Development: Longbow Archer
Habits/Hobbies: Running, target and trick shooting, a bit of a pyromaniac
Languages: Common, elven, orc, draconic
Weapon of Choice: Longbow
Background: Guy "Knife Ears" Masterson was born under the name Aeldur Tenuviel in a small elven settlement. Unfortunately fate would decree that he only be allowed to live there until his early teens, not old enough to do anything but hide when the trolls came. But he was old enough to remember, old enough to remember the elven elders ordering the abandonment of the village, leaving Aeldur and many other younglings to their own fate. Old enough to remember watching his childhood friends being torn limb from limb and eaten as he sought cover. When the chaotic scene had played out, Aeldur was left with nothing but what food he could scavenge from the ruined village, some old texts from the elders hut, a fine elvish longbow, and his memories.
Hiding in the forest for a few weeks, his memories fueling a hatred for his kin as he lived off what he took from the village, Aeldur was found by a somewhat bigoted human merchant and his family, and in a moment of kindness the merchant adopted him.
Over the years living with humans, Aeldur's hatred grew, he abandoned his given name and took a new one, Guy Masterson. He joined the town militia, excelling at archery and small unit tactics, learning more and more as the years went by. But eventually he outlived everyone he really knew, and human life grew repetitive, so he left, to make his way about the coast the only way he knew how, by his skill as a soldier.
Goals: Get work, do work, get paid, piss away money, rinse and repeat.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: The texts he found contain what many may consider to be elvish arcane secrets ((DMs Feel free to PM me for details)) which his old villagers may attempt to recover.
Last Name: Masterson
Alias: Knife Ears
Appearance: Dark hair, sun darkened skin, slightly larger than a typical elf in both height and girth.
Race: Elf
Age: 110ish
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 97 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Facial Hair Style: Clean shaven
Personality Profile: A gruff former militiaman turned soldier and mercenary, confrontational and rough around the edges.
General Health: Good
Deity: Tempus
Initial Alignment: CN
Profession: Mercenary
Base Class & Proposed Development: Longbow Archer
Habits/Hobbies: Running, target and trick shooting, a bit of a pyromaniac
Languages: Common, elven, orc, draconic
Weapon of Choice: Longbow
Background: Guy "Knife Ears" Masterson was born under the name Aeldur Tenuviel in a small elven settlement. Unfortunately fate would decree that he only be allowed to live there until his early teens, not old enough to do anything but hide when the trolls came. But he was old enough to remember, old enough to remember the elven elders ordering the abandonment of the village, leaving Aeldur and many other younglings to their own fate. Old enough to remember watching his childhood friends being torn limb from limb and eaten as he sought cover. When the chaotic scene had played out, Aeldur was left with nothing but what food he could scavenge from the ruined village, some old texts from the elders hut, a fine elvish longbow, and his memories.
Hiding in the forest for a few weeks, his memories fueling a hatred for his kin as he lived off what he took from the village, Aeldur was found by a somewhat bigoted human merchant and his family, and in a moment of kindness the merchant adopted him.
Over the years living with humans, Aeldur's hatred grew, he abandoned his given name and took a new one, Guy Masterson. He joined the town militia, excelling at archery and small unit tactics, learning more and more as the years went by. But eventually he outlived everyone he really knew, and human life grew repetitive, so he left, to make his way about the coast the only way he knew how, by his skill as a soldier.
Goals: Get work, do work, get paid, piss away money, rinse and repeat.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: The texts he found contain what many may consider to be elvish arcane secrets ((DMs Feel free to PM me for details)) which his old villagers may attempt to recover.