Post by Bowen Lark on Apr 20, 2009 23:34:10 GMT -5
Name: Bowen Lark
Gender: Male
Age either by seasons or human years: 24 Years
Species: Wolf
Other Species:
Eye Color: Dark blue, almost smoky
Fur Color: Mottled dark brown and gold; white around his ears. His fur is short and thick, cresting into a series of stray tufts on his head.
Attire, Jewelry: Very simple, modest attire. He prefers loose grey trousers and dark tunics or shirts. Has a long mottled cloak for colder weather.
Wears a bronze amulet on a thin steel chain around his neck, and silver bracelets on each wrist.
Physical Build: Long and lean, and of average height.
Facial Attributes, if any: His features are very sharp, from the point of his ears to the severe cut of his jaw.
Noteable Handicaps, Scars or Tattoos: Silver tattoos on each forearm -- each tattoo is of a labyrinth, winding from his knuckles to his elbows.
A hidden scar on the right side of his mouth makes it difficult for him to smile fully. Has a long gash scar on his left calf, and another smaller nick of his collarbone.
PC Image Links: N/A
Weaponry: Bow and Arrows, Dagger
Other Weaponry: Dirk
Desired or Present Occupation: Scout or reconnaisance work
Weaknesses and Fears: An alarming dislike for seafood
Cramped spaces
His mother
Strengths and Desires: Adaptive
Excellent cook and archer
Personality: An observer, comfortable silently taking in a scene, although not unfriendly or unapproachable. He prefers to plan ahead, and looks constantly to the future to avoid the past. Wry humoured. He tries to smile more with his tone than his expression. Not overfond of duty or obligation, but will display loyalties to his friends and comrades. He's content to be a loner, but will settle for being the quiet one in the group.
History: He is the eldest of three, born to a Canish soldier and camp follower. His father was affectionate but absent, as war often plagued the small country Caniera. His mother was a single terrifying entity, given to following her own indulgences at the detriment of her children's lives, and often beat Bowen and his younger siblings to subdue them. She made liquor for the camp, employing Bo to steal potatoes and wheat from the stores.
Eventually, when the wars went sour for their homeland, she sold her children to the thrall markets before her husband returned home. Bo was thirteen.
He was quickly sold to a horse merchant, and then a blacksmith, and finally to a homestead. By sixteen, he had earned his thrall price and left ravished Caniera, convinced that his siblings, were long since hustled off to other lands and markets. Bowen spent the next seven years looking for them to no avail.
He sailed south, and wandered for another year, mastering archery by working for hunting parties and competing in tournaments. Bowen came to Fort Emerald Bay to enlist, in hopes of earning a decent wage before he returns to the roads again.
Companions and or NPCs: Bensen Lark
Companion and or NPCs Bios: N/A
Companion and or NPCs Image Links: N/A
Total Number of FEB PCs: 0
Faction: Foot Troops
Faction Name: Twilight Trackers
Desire to join the Black Knights: Yes
Additional Notes: Speaks in a Canish accent, which sounds faintly like a Northern accent.
Gender: Male
Age either by seasons or human years: 24 Years
Species: Wolf
Other Species:
Eye Color: Dark blue, almost smoky
Fur Color: Mottled dark brown and gold; white around his ears. His fur is short and thick, cresting into a series of stray tufts on his head.
Attire, Jewelry: Very simple, modest attire. He prefers loose grey trousers and dark tunics or shirts. Has a long mottled cloak for colder weather.
Wears a bronze amulet on a thin steel chain around his neck, and silver bracelets on each wrist.
Physical Build: Long and lean, and of average height.
Facial Attributes, if any: His features are very sharp, from the point of his ears to the severe cut of his jaw.
Noteable Handicaps, Scars or Tattoos: Silver tattoos on each forearm -- each tattoo is of a labyrinth, winding from his knuckles to his elbows.
A hidden scar on the right side of his mouth makes it difficult for him to smile fully. Has a long gash scar on his left calf, and another smaller nick of his collarbone.
PC Image Links: N/A
Weaponry: Bow and Arrows, Dagger
Other Weaponry: Dirk
Desired or Present Occupation: Scout or reconnaisance work
Weaknesses and Fears: An alarming dislike for seafood
Cramped spaces
His mother
Strengths and Desires: Adaptive
Excellent cook and archer
Personality: An observer, comfortable silently taking in a scene, although not unfriendly or unapproachable. He prefers to plan ahead, and looks constantly to the future to avoid the past. Wry humoured. He tries to smile more with his tone than his expression. Not overfond of duty or obligation, but will display loyalties to his friends and comrades. He's content to be a loner, but will settle for being the quiet one in the group.
History: He is the eldest of three, born to a Canish soldier and camp follower. His father was affectionate but absent, as war often plagued the small country Caniera. His mother was a single terrifying entity, given to following her own indulgences at the detriment of her children's lives, and often beat Bowen and his younger siblings to subdue them. She made liquor for the camp, employing Bo to steal potatoes and wheat from the stores.
Eventually, when the wars went sour for their homeland, she sold her children to the thrall markets before her husband returned home. Bo was thirteen.
He was quickly sold to a horse merchant, and then a blacksmith, and finally to a homestead. By sixteen, he had earned his thrall price and left ravished Caniera, convinced that his siblings, were long since hustled off to other lands and markets. Bowen spent the next seven years looking for them to no avail.
He sailed south, and wandered for another year, mastering archery by working for hunting parties and competing in tournaments. Bowen came to Fort Emerald Bay to enlist, in hopes of earning a decent wage before he returns to the roads again.
Companions and or NPCs: Bensen Lark
Companion and or NPCs Bios: N/A
Companion and or NPCs Image Links: N/A
Total Number of FEB PCs: 0
Faction: Foot Troops
Faction Name: Twilight Trackers
Desire to join the Black Knights: Yes
Additional Notes: Speaks in a Canish accent, which sounds faintly like a Northern accent.