23-09-2017, 07:30 PM
In Game Name (IGN): Another_Retiree
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About You: A struggling university student, I eat top ramen 3-4 days a week. I like to think myself as a decent roleplayer. I am not at all interesting.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", white-tanned skin, hazel eyes, brown hair, and his face is marred with scars and craters.
Personality: Arrogant, hot-tempered, likes to think he can fight his way through his problems. He's rather stubborn, ignorant, and very childish as the streets were not good to him.
Backstory: Karlheinz was born and raised in a little village called Ostermarsch. His father Mathias Friedel and his mother Abia led a quiet life in this city, attempting to keep their young son in line. He would never realize it, but his parents worked diligently to provide somewhat of a life for their newborn as their coffers were not very full. Ever since he reached the age of 12 the boy's been a rowdy child, playing in the streets, disobeying his parents, and getting into fights with the other children his age. Slowly, the boy would grow ever distant with his parents usually finding himself in alleyways betting on which rat, rooster, or dog will win the next round. His behavior began to worsen, it reached a low point when he was caught attempting to mug a local priest. To his dismay, the boy was not thrown in the local jail, but was returned to a disappointed father. Karlheinz, defeated and rather upset with himself for being caught, walked home, his father a few feet back as to keep on an eye on him. As they reached home, Mathias sat the boy down at the table where his mother was working on her latest project. Both looked to their son, their only son and pleaded with him to rethink his life. The quaint household was filled with arguments, Karlheinz refusing any proposition his folks offered, and his folks only wanting what's best for him. Moments pass as the arguing fades with Karlheinz heading off into his room to contemplate whatever managed to reach his ears. After a few days of contemplating and hearing the quiet sobbing of his mother, he opened the door and spoke to his parents. "Papa, Mama, I am moving out." Karlheinz said, shocked and furious Mathias dogmatically refused to let his son move out, Abia still recovering from her son's words tried to beg him to stay. Alas, the stubbornness of Karlheinz won out, and in the dead of night, the boy packed his things into a leather satchel and headed out towards the docks, there he smuggled himself onto a sloop that was headed off to the Forbidden Lands.
Capabilities: After spending some of his adolescent years in fights, he knows a thing or two on hand to hand fighting. Other than that, he's illiterate.
Items: A chain mail shirt, a simple steel sword, and his satchel.
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About You: A struggling university student, I eat top ramen 3-4 days a week. I like to think myself as a decent roleplayer. I am not at all interesting.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: KarlheinzAge: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", white-tanned skin, hazel eyes, brown hair, and his face is marred with scars and craters.
Personality: Arrogant, hot-tempered, likes to think he can fight his way through his problems. He's rather stubborn, ignorant, and very childish as the streets were not good to him.
Backstory: Karlheinz was born and raised in a little village called Ostermarsch. His father Mathias Friedel and his mother Abia led a quiet life in this city, attempting to keep their young son in line. He would never realize it, but his parents worked diligently to provide somewhat of a life for their newborn as their coffers were not very full. Ever since he reached the age of 12 the boy's been a rowdy child, playing in the streets, disobeying his parents, and getting into fights with the other children his age. Slowly, the boy would grow ever distant with his parents usually finding himself in alleyways betting on which rat, rooster, or dog will win the next round. His behavior began to worsen, it reached a low point when he was caught attempting to mug a local priest. To his dismay, the boy was not thrown in the local jail, but was returned to a disappointed father. Karlheinz, defeated and rather upset with himself for being caught, walked home, his father a few feet back as to keep on an eye on him. As they reached home, Mathias sat the boy down at the table where his mother was working on her latest project. Both looked to their son, their only son and pleaded with him to rethink his life. The quaint household was filled with arguments, Karlheinz refusing any proposition his folks offered, and his folks only wanting what's best for him. Moments pass as the arguing fades with Karlheinz heading off into his room to contemplate whatever managed to reach his ears. After a few days of contemplating and hearing the quiet sobbing of his mother, he opened the door and spoke to his parents. "Papa, Mama, I am moving out." Karlheinz said, shocked and furious Mathias dogmatically refused to let his son move out, Abia still recovering from her son's words tried to beg him to stay. Alas, the stubbornness of Karlheinz won out, and in the dead of night, the boy packed his things into a leather satchel and headed out towards the docks, there he smuggled himself onto a sloop that was headed off to the Forbidden Lands.
Capabilities: After spending some of his adolescent years in fights, he knows a thing or two on hand to hand fighting. Other than that, he's illiterate.
Items: A chain mail shirt, a simple steel sword, and his satchel.
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