Merin The Hin Vagabond
Nov 28, 2015 9:23:11 GMT
Post by epitaxis on Nov 28, 2015 9:23:11 GMT
Race: Halfing
Age: 35
Height: 3' 4''
Weight: 30 lbs.
Physique: Stalky
Hair: Plain Brown
Eyes: Black
Profession: Ranger
Age: 35
Height: 3' 4''
Weight: 30 lbs.
Physique: Stalky
Hair: Plain Brown
Eyes: Black
Profession: Ranger
~Personality~
A fun loving halfing whom find himself too easily distracted for these times. Though he still holds onto an abstract set of moral codes and the traditions he grew up around.. His head isn't screwed on quite right these days, maybe it was knocked loose by the concussions from falling out of trees or being kicked by zombies and survivors alike, or maybe the stress 5 years of living around death got to him. It is difficult for him to take much of anything serious these days which leads him to a lot of trouble.
~History~
Back when the countryside was plagued by the threat of a rock knocking a wagon wheel loose or angry wolves and not hordes of zombies, Merin was wee little imp of a child. Climbing trees and walking along the walls around town he was quite the mobile munchkin for his age. As he grew older he would go further and further out to play until he was in the woods throwing rocks and splashing in streams. A fair amount of his time was spent playing out in the woods by himself.
As he got old enough to use a bow he would begin going on hunting trips with his pa, his knowledge on the wood's layout and other terrains surrounding Baraban came in handy quite a bit. As he proved himself an asset to the family and as well become much more acquainted the denizens of the land he often avoided as a child. It was fulfilling. Freeing even!
But soon into becoming an independent adult, he took on work with the library in Baraban in updating old maps, and assisting with field work on people no doubt writing on their research for the library. In exchange he was able to attend what few classes they hosted in the library for free and a meager sum of coin to survive off of. Now and again he'd even receive work as something of an ambassador of Baraban to a small local tribe of goblins near the edge of what Baraban would consider its county. Maybe it was because he wasn't the most charismatic person in town or maybe he just thought like them but he got along well with goblins despite their reputations among the fairer skinned races as being immoral and filthy beings. He was definitely getting somewhere in life and nothing was going to slow him down from the looks of it!
Sadly, looks can be deceiving.
His work as it often did, brought him out into the woodlands for days or even weeks at a time. One of these more or less longer trips and having been away from home for two weeks he returned to Baraban burning its dead in piles and militia keeping a close eye on anybody that came and went from the small farming village. Some plague that caused the dead to rise back up and crave the flesh of the living is all he heard about. The news that his family were among the victims of the plague, and that it was already overtaking the other parts of the continent. It was hard to believe until a throng on them came shambling out of the woods while he was still trying to get his head around these events. He did the only logical thing with the undead encroaching upon the vulnerable community, he ran back out into the woodlands.
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There. 3 am biography. Be in awe of it!
As he got old enough to use a bow he would begin going on hunting trips with his pa, his knowledge on the wood's layout and other terrains surrounding Baraban came in handy quite a bit. As he proved himself an asset to the family and as well become much more acquainted the denizens of the land he often avoided as a child. It was fulfilling. Freeing even!
But soon into becoming an independent adult, he took on work with the library in Baraban in updating old maps, and assisting with field work on people no doubt writing on their research for the library. In exchange he was able to attend what few classes they hosted in the library for free and a meager sum of coin to survive off of. Now and again he'd even receive work as something of an ambassador of Baraban to a small local tribe of goblins near the edge of what Baraban would consider its county. Maybe it was because he wasn't the most charismatic person in town or maybe he just thought like them but he got along well with goblins despite their reputations among the fairer skinned races as being immoral and filthy beings. He was definitely getting somewhere in life and nothing was going to slow him down from the looks of it!
Sadly, looks can be deceiving.
His work as it often did, brought him out into the woodlands for days or even weeks at a time. One of these more or less longer trips and having been away from home for two weeks he returned to Baraban burning its dead in piles and militia keeping a close eye on anybody that came and went from the small farming village. Some plague that caused the dead to rise back up and crave the flesh of the living is all he heard about. The news that his family were among the victims of the plague, and that it was already overtaking the other parts of the continent. It was hard to believe until a throng on them came shambling out of the woods while he was still trying to get his head around these events. He did the only logical thing with the undead encroaching upon the vulnerable community, he ran back out into the woodlands.
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There. 3 am biography. Be in awe of it!
