Bryce Sawyer
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A bard, obviously. A slightly mischievous grin often marks his face, if his mouth is ever shut. Most cases however, you can count on him to sing a song, tell a tale, or look to inspire or impress in whatever way possible. | |
| Appearance | |
| Race: | Human |
| Age: | 27 |
| Height: | 175 cm" |
| Weight: | 71kg |
| Eyes: | Bright blue |
| Hair: | Dark brown |
| Skin-tone: | Somewhat pale, but not unhealthily so. |
| General health: | Healthy, good looking and well kempt |
| Personality | |
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Quick with a joke, clever with his words, and likes to be the center of attention. | |
| Deity: | Milil |
| Initial Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral |
| Profession: | Bard, merchant, diplomat |
| Base Class: | Bard |
| Hobbies: | Music and poetry |
| Languages: | Every language, as long as it's common. |
| Weapon of choice: | Song and (s)word. |
| Background | |
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Orphaned and grown up in the streets of the Gate, from a young age this man knew how to entertain, and talk his way in and out of trouble. As he grew older, his ambitions grew along with him. No longer satisfied with a simple life on the streets, he set out to become a greater entertainer, bard and adventurer. Taking jack of all trades, master of none to a whole new level, this man just wants to make his hobby his work. That means any line of work that has something to do with people. Be it diplomacy, mercantile or music. | |