Deddily
Loyal Servant of Altera
Name:
Enoch Addinel
Nickname/Alias:
His parents simply called him “E”.
Age:
Unknown. He appears to be in his 70s, but his eyes tell a very different tale
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Height:
190 cm
Weight:
90 kg
Hair:
White, unkempt, balding
Eyes:
Blue-green
Skin:
White, but very tanned
Identifying Marks:
Most of his body bears the mark of a hard life. Tough, calloused hands, a swarthy hue and a long scar near his left eye are all that are outwardly apparent, but old burn marks and other deep scars lie hidden underneath his clothing.
Appearance:
Seems to be a regular old man, but strongly built and muscular for his age.
Strengths:
Although old, he is strong and healthy. His eyes gleam with keen alertness. He is peace-loving but will defend what is his using his skills as a marksman and with the vigour of a man who has had to fight for everything he has ever been able to call his own. He has a strong sense of justice. He is thorough in everything he does and is expert at survival in any terrain.
Weaknesses and fears:
Being in his 70s, he can sometimes tire out on long journeys. He is a poor swordsman and rarely carries one unless he is alone and feels threatened. He is afraid of the dark and will venture out at night only when necessary. Explosions of all kinds send a shiver down his spine. Has a poor memory for names.
Religion and cults:
He is not familiar with the religions and cults that are commonly practiced, but he does believe in a higher power.
Profession:
He comes from a family of traders, although he has never been one himself. Today he is a small-scale subsistence farmer and also occasionally mines for valuables for his own use or for the benefit of others. He usually earns only what he needs and spends his free time traveling and assisting those in need.
Some background:
From the very earliest time he remembers, Enoch’s life had been a struggle for survival. The only people he ever knew as a child were his parents. But they were far from alone. The small family knew the importance of always staying alert, lest they let down their guard. Born in such a world, Enoch never had the chance to be a child. He never learned the word “play”, and instead quickly found out the importance of using his bow to defend himself, his family and what little they had as they gradually moved on from place to place as all that they knew was slowly destroyed around them - desperately, hopelessly searching for a way out of the only world that Enoch had ever known as time became meaningless and day and night blended into one long nightmare.
Following the death of his aged parents, Enoch traveled again. He scavenged what food he could along the way, determined to find something - anything - that might offer a glimmer of hope in this vast wasteland. Years passed, until, one day, stumbled upon something that shocked him to the core. Tracks. These were not the marks left by the creatures he knew only too well - these were different. His heart beat faster as he realised for the first time in his life that there may be others. Following the track for some distance, careful to keep himself concealed, his heart leaped as he realised what it was he could see. It was just as his father had described it. A way out. A release from the endless, mindless existence that was all he knew. The nightmare was at an end.
Now arrived in Altera, Enoch rarely talks of his past, preferring instead to concentrate on the present. He tries to lead a simple life, but some things in his new world still trouble him. He avoids conflict but the fighting instinct inside of him still burns, and he can still be found fighting the creatures of darkness, trying in his own way to make the world a better place.
Enoch Addinel
Nickname/Alias:
His parents simply called him “E”.
Age:
Unknown. He appears to be in his 70s, but his eyes tell a very different tale
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Height:
190 cm
Weight:
90 kg
Hair:
White, unkempt, balding
Eyes:
Blue-green
Skin:
White, but very tanned
Identifying Marks:
Most of his body bears the mark of a hard life. Tough, calloused hands, a swarthy hue and a long scar near his left eye are all that are outwardly apparent, but old burn marks and other deep scars lie hidden underneath his clothing.
Appearance:
Seems to be a regular old man, but strongly built and muscular for his age.
Strengths:
Although old, he is strong and healthy. His eyes gleam with keen alertness. He is peace-loving but will defend what is his using his skills as a marksman and with the vigour of a man who has had to fight for everything he has ever been able to call his own. He has a strong sense of justice. He is thorough in everything he does and is expert at survival in any terrain.
Weaknesses and fears:
Being in his 70s, he can sometimes tire out on long journeys. He is a poor swordsman and rarely carries one unless he is alone and feels threatened. He is afraid of the dark and will venture out at night only when necessary. Explosions of all kinds send a shiver down his spine. Has a poor memory for names.
Religion and cults:
He is not familiar with the religions and cults that are commonly practiced, but he does believe in a higher power.
Profession:
He comes from a family of traders, although he has never been one himself. Today he is a small-scale subsistence farmer and also occasionally mines for valuables for his own use or for the benefit of others. He usually earns only what he needs and spends his free time traveling and assisting those in need.
Some background:
From the very earliest time he remembers, Enoch’s life had been a struggle for survival. The only people he ever knew as a child were his parents. But they were far from alone. The small family knew the importance of always staying alert, lest they let down their guard. Born in such a world, Enoch never had the chance to be a child. He never learned the word “play”, and instead quickly found out the importance of using his bow to defend himself, his family and what little they had as they gradually moved on from place to place as all that they knew was slowly destroyed around them - desperately, hopelessly searching for a way out of the only world that Enoch had ever known as time became meaningless and day and night blended into one long nightmare.
Following the death of his aged parents, Enoch traveled again. He scavenged what food he could along the way, determined to find something - anything - that might offer a glimmer of hope in this vast wasteland. Years passed, until, one day, stumbled upon something that shocked him to the core. Tracks. These were not the marks left by the creatures he knew only too well - these were different. His heart beat faster as he realised for the first time in his life that there may be others. Following the track for some distance, careful to keep himself concealed, his heart leaped as he realised what it was he could see. It was just as his father had described it. A way out. A release from the endless, mindless existence that was all he knew. The nightmare was at an end.
Now arrived in Altera, Enoch rarely talks of his past, preferring instead to concentrate on the present. He tries to lead a simple life, but some things in his new world still trouble him. He avoids conflict but the fighting instinct inside of him still burns, and he can still be found fighting the creatures of darkness, trying in his own way to make the world a better place.