Post by Sparrow on Jul 19, 2011 1:00:42 GMT -5
Character name: Miler D. Fend
Titles: Vonak Worshiper / PAWN class –lowest class, like a scout-
Team: Vonak Worshipers, Vonak-ta –can’t think of a better name-
Specialism: Scout, Bait –leading ‘people’ back to camp, Trapping.
Appearances and Bio: Height: 5-7, Build: a bit weak, Age: 16, Eyes: green, Hair: light brown, short, unkempt. Clothing: brown peasant clothing covered by darker brown leather armor, just enough to fend off unpersistent attacks, to keep a more harmless appearance. Has a small dagger strapped to his belt, and a length of coiled rope strapped to his back.
Background Info: Had lived in one of the first towns that were attacked by the Vonak. Survived and followed after someone calling themselves chosen for reasons of surviving direct contact with the Vonak. Before this he was a skilled trapper for the town, he made a living by this skill.
Para about Recruitment: None really. For the ‘cult’ he was chosen to be a Baitscout due to his weak appearance.
Fend listened intently to the strangers’ conversations from a set of bushes several yards away. He remains still, hidden inside the camouflaged structure the plants had formed naturally overtime. Were they were planning to attack his lord?
Useless filth. He thinks coldly.
He couldn’t allow them even the privilege of finding a trace of the Vonak if that was their intent. The only thing that pulls his attention away from the group is a small bird that lands in the bush. It tilt’s its head to him and begins chattering loudly. He glares threateningly at it.
“Shoo pest.” He mutters lowly, swatting at the bird.
The bird flies upwards, only to land on a branch above and stare down at him, continuing with its chatter.
Titles: Vonak Worshiper / PAWN class –lowest class, like a scout-
Team: Vonak Worshipers, Vonak-ta –can’t think of a better name-
Specialism: Scout, Bait –leading ‘people’ back to camp, Trapping.
Appearances and Bio: Height: 5-7, Build: a bit weak, Age: 16, Eyes: green, Hair: light brown, short, unkempt. Clothing: brown peasant clothing covered by darker brown leather armor, just enough to fend off unpersistent attacks, to keep a more harmless appearance. Has a small dagger strapped to his belt, and a length of coiled rope strapped to his back.
Background Info: Had lived in one of the first towns that were attacked by the Vonak. Survived and followed after someone calling themselves chosen for reasons of surviving direct contact with the Vonak. Before this he was a skilled trapper for the town, he made a living by this skill.
Para about Recruitment: None really. For the ‘cult’ he was chosen to be a Baitscout due to his weak appearance.
Fend listened intently to the strangers’ conversations from a set of bushes several yards away. He remains still, hidden inside the camouflaged structure the plants had formed naturally overtime. Were they were planning to attack his lord?
Useless filth. He thinks coldly.
He couldn’t allow them even the privilege of finding a trace of the Vonak if that was their intent. The only thing that pulls his attention away from the group is a small bird that lands in the bush. It tilt’s its head to him and begins chattering loudly. He glares threateningly at it.
“Shoo pest.” He mutters lowly, swatting at the bird.
The bird flies upwards, only to land on a branch above and stare down at him, continuing with its chatter.
