Post by spacemuffler on Jan 23, 2013 19:00:22 GMT -6
Name: Carbon Dalliance Metric
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Divine Caster
Alignment: Neutral Good (Tenancies toward Lawful)
Physical Description: Elderly looking, marks of age, and stress pock his face, and scars long healed mar his hand and forearms. Despite age, Carbon always walks and stands straight as an arrow, and has more than enough energy to acquit himself of any allegations of being a burden. Typically is adorned in modest faded grey-green laborers clothing, with the exception of religious holidays, and events of particular piety. The man appears to be well into his 60's if not older, and has a broken, hoarse speech as though he once took a great wound to the throat or lungs. One would not mistake on more than one occasion that he is capable of standing his ground when threatened.
Equipment: One farm tool or another is always seen hanging from his oversized studded leather belt. Soldiers boots conceal a well-used knife, and a tiny silver holy icon of Erastil can always been seen dangling from leather and iron cuff bracers, worn admittedly out of habit. A cloth pouch stowed under his work shirt always contains a variety of bitter herbs and strange looking animal bones. Additionally, any coin he carries can distinctively be heard rattling around in in his inner left breast pocket. On his left hand he wears an ancient, battered looking gold wedding ring though he does not care to discuss trinket He keeps 2 hats on him at all occasions, one for fieldwork and sunfaded; the other in pristine white leather, sewn with thick green and brown leather stitching for ceremonial purposes.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Divine Caster
Alignment: Neutral Good (Tenancies toward Lawful)
Physical Description: Elderly looking, marks of age, and stress pock his face, and scars long healed mar his hand and forearms. Despite age, Carbon always walks and stands straight as an arrow, and has more than enough energy to acquit himself of any allegations of being a burden. Typically is adorned in modest faded grey-green laborers clothing, with the exception of religious holidays, and events of particular piety. The man appears to be well into his 60's if not older, and has a broken, hoarse speech as though he once took a great wound to the throat or lungs. One would not mistake on more than one occasion that he is capable of standing his ground when threatened.
Equipment: One farm tool or another is always seen hanging from his oversized studded leather belt. Soldiers boots conceal a well-used knife, and a tiny silver holy icon of Erastil can always been seen dangling from leather and iron cuff bracers, worn admittedly out of habit. A cloth pouch stowed under his work shirt always contains a variety of bitter herbs and strange looking animal bones. Additionally, any coin he carries can distinctively be heard rattling around in in his inner left breast pocket. On his left hand he wears an ancient, battered looking gold wedding ring though he does not care to discuss trinket He keeps 2 hats on him at all occasions, one for fieldwork and sunfaded; the other in pristine white leather, sewn with thick green and brown leather stitching for ceremonial purposes.