PsychoSquirtle
Villager
Name: Gol
Nickname/Alias: Gol
Age:18
Gender:Male
Race:Half human half dwarf
Height:5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair: I dye it a lot. usually blue or dark browny red
Eyes: Purple
Skin: Light peach/weathered
Identifying Marks: purple eyes
Appearance: dark red cloak, green trousers and purple eyes
Strengths: physical strength,smithing, potion making.
Weaknesses and fears: Spiders.... I HATE them
Religion and cults: Being half dwarf i was taught to worship my ancestors but as my father abandoned me and my uncle was a swine i don't know what to believe anymore
Background:
Well I'm half human, half dwarf. A bit of a strange mix but my mother, being a human fell pray to the charm of a men, my father was a dwarven miner and abandoned my mother when I was young. I spent my childhood working for my uncle in an old inn where I was treated like an abomination as I was mixed race. The other kids made fun of me in my younger years but when my dwarven blood kicked in I was soon much stronger than them. This only made them jealous and they continued to pester me. It was like torture. So one day, when I was only 7 years of age, I picked a fight with one of the bullies and crushed his head like a melon. The village that I had grown up in chased me away, shooting arrows at me and slashing at me with their swords. I hid in a cave for just under a year, living only on the mushrooms that grew there. Then I began to wonder, reaching small hamlets but not staying for more than a week at a time. After 9 years of aimless travelling it might be time to settle down...
Nickname/Alias: Gol
Age:18
Gender:Male
Race:Half human half dwarf
Height:5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair: I dye it a lot. usually blue or dark browny red
Eyes: Purple
Skin: Light peach/weathered
Identifying Marks: purple eyes
Appearance: dark red cloak, green trousers and purple eyes
Strengths: physical strength,smithing, potion making.
Weaknesses and fears: Spiders.... I HATE them
Religion and cults: Being half dwarf i was taught to worship my ancestors but as my father abandoned me and my uncle was a swine i don't know what to believe anymore
Background:
Well I'm half human, half dwarf. A bit of a strange mix but my mother, being a human fell pray to the charm of a men, my father was a dwarven miner and abandoned my mother when I was young. I spent my childhood working for my uncle in an old inn where I was treated like an abomination as I was mixed race. The other kids made fun of me in my younger years but when my dwarven blood kicked in I was soon much stronger than them. This only made them jealous and they continued to pester me. It was like torture. So one day, when I was only 7 years of age, I picked a fight with one of the bullies and crushed his head like a melon. The village that I had grown up in chased me away, shooting arrows at me and slashing at me with their swords. I hid in a cave for just under a year, living only on the mushrooms that grew there. Then I began to wonder, reaching small hamlets but not staying for more than a week at a time. After 9 years of aimless travelling it might be time to settle down...
