Post by jalista on Sept 1, 2014 20:32:53 GMT -5
Name
Sawtooth, Chandler
Alias
Chance
Birth Date [Age]
17, born at the tail end of Celusd
Appearance
There are many people you would see from afar and be reluctant to approach, but Chance is not one of them. His handsome face is almost always brightened by a rakish, sweet grin that threatens nothing worse than maybe an unwelcome hug. His startlingly toxic green eyes are bright and friendly. His face is like a carving, and his skin is always darker than is the norm, suggesting something of a mixed heritage. Though it is not obvious, he cannot see out of his left eye. Enough inspection shows that his head tilting is less of a cute habit and more of a necessity. He often runs his hand through his sandy locks and spikes them up in an attempt to give himself an extra inch, as he is regrettably short, measuring up to a mere 5'5. He is possessive of great, broad shoulders and has well-rounded muscles, belying his short stature. He has a latticework of scars marring his wrists and several hints of more on his neck. If you were to get his clothes off (I won't ask what you were doing to succeed in such a deed...) you would find massive, long scars marring his back. What he lacks in height, he makes up for with great strength and more than a bit of personality. He often wears simple, warm clothes in earthy colors. He has sturdy boots, thick pants with pockets, and several shirts layered beneath a jacket with a hood. He carries a pack with him that holds all his possessions, which aren't many.
Magic User?
Yes, though don't tell him that since he doesn't know.
Stats
- Strength: 6
- Stamina: 7
- Speed: 2
Theme Song
Save The World - Swedish House Mafia
History
No one is a stranger to tragedy in these conflicted times, and Chance is no exception. He's a stranger to much of his past, with relatively dim memories of family and setting. All he knows is that his family fell on hard times and sold him to slavery, where he was set to work at the tender age of six. He was often a defendant of the weaker and put upon, and predictably by eight he had more scars than most citizens ever will. No one with a face like his would stay in the work force for long, and soon he was sold into a more unsavory line of slavery. As he grew older he became more and more of a rebel, stepping between the whips of punishment and their intended victims. He fought his fate every step of the way, paying for it with punishments that stretched from a sound beating to water boarding. He lost the sight in his eyes at around ten, so it no longer impedes his depth-perception and movement. At fifteen, he was brought hidden on a ship from Haven to the south, where he spent another year in a terrifyingly foreign place before he managed to escape his chains. He ran from city to city, paying his way by dropping by brothels, procuring a place in merchant wagons or with experienced trappers. Partway through his journey he fed some of his food to a stray on the streets, and the dog has stayed loyally with him ever since. He finally made it to Haven, where he bought a small dingy room in a questionable part of the city. He is currently searching for work and better boarding.
Save The World - Swedish House Mafia
History
No one is a stranger to tragedy in these conflicted times, and Chance is no exception. He's a stranger to much of his past, with relatively dim memories of family and setting. All he knows is that his family fell on hard times and sold him to slavery, where he was set to work at the tender age of six. He was often a defendant of the weaker and put upon, and predictably by eight he had more scars than most citizens ever will. No one with a face like his would stay in the work force for long, and soon he was sold into a more unsavory line of slavery. As he grew older he became more and more of a rebel, stepping between the whips of punishment and their intended victims. He fought his fate every step of the way, paying for it with punishments that stretched from a sound beating to water boarding. He lost the sight in his eyes at around ten, so it no longer impedes his depth-perception and movement. At fifteen, he was brought hidden on a ship from Haven to the south, where he spent another year in a terrifyingly foreign place before he managed to escape his chains. He ran from city to city, paying his way by dropping by brothels, procuring a place in merchant wagons or with experienced trappers. Partway through his journey he fed some of his food to a stray on the streets, and the dog has stayed loyally with him ever since. He finally made it to Haven, where he bought a small dingy room in a questionable part of the city. He is currently searching for work and better boarding.
Boons
- Friendly and nonthreatening; more likely to gain friends than enemies.
- Strong and with a natural knack for learning.
- Eager to help, but not shy about collecting fair payment.
Banes
- Painfully airheaded and inarticulate; he didn't choose the thug life, but it sure chose him!
- Secretly incredibly distrustful.
- Afraid of water in a land ruled by water.
Affiliation
None.
Housing
Single Room/Searching
Occupation
Searching
Weapon
All-purpose knife.
Pet(s)
A male mutt by the imaginative name of Wulf.
Inventory
Iron Pieces:
Silver Pieces:
Golden Pieces:
Pack
Extra Clothes
A Money Pouch (kept on person at all times)