Post by Vating Hamlick on Sept 23, 2016 19:28:50 GMT -5
Name: Vating Hamlick
Alias: N/A
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
DoB: 29th of Arten (April 30th)
Occupation: Independent Mercenary
Home Country: Evelin, Baltica
Appearance: Vating is a caucasian with only a few battle scars across his face and chest. They're mostly just slight cuts for now. It goes across his chest. He has his dirty blonde hair down to his ears in a messy fashion and a small beard that has grown out. He wears some thick, dim blue pants, a thick, dim blue shirt, some brown leather boots, and some brown fingerless gloves under some armored plating. The armor covers his chest, his back, his shoulders, parts of his arms, parts of his legs, hands and some of his feet. Over the armor was a fur cloak with a hood to keep him warm in times of cold, though he almost always wears it. He wears a belt with a scabbard on the left of it, a sheath for a shortbow to the right, a quiver for arrows right under that, and some pouches anywhere open on his left and right side. He wears a shield on his back, held there by a strap.
History: Vating grew up in a small riverside village in Baltica. His father was a blacksmith and often taught him the craft. He lived a very simple and boring life for thirteen years before meeting a wandering traveler who told him of the wonders of the world. Right then an there, Vating wanted to go out and see the world. His parents didn't approve too much because of the risk of being out there in constant danger, though he didn't care. He learned some basic sword technique as he grew, along with improving his smithing abilities and eventually left the vilage at the age of twenty. With some basic equipment, his guts, and a small bag of cash. He set out into the world, expecting to see many things. For the next two years he had fought many foes and worked to become better at his skill with his weaponry. Leading up to where he is now, still with his basic, now mostly run-down, equipment, a small supply of food, and his 'nerves of steel' that he wished he had.
Equipment: An bronze longsword intended for defending himself, a shortbow, quite a few homemade arrows, some bronze armor, and an bronze round shield.
Abilities: Natural durability- Essentially, he'll be taking hits a little bit easier than most foes, and shrug off quite a few attacks.
Smithing- He grew up with a smith, learning the craft as he grew.
Alias: N/A
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
DoB: 29th of Arten (April 30th)
Occupation: Independent Mercenary
Home Country: Evelin, Baltica
Appearance: Vating is a caucasian with only a few battle scars across his face and chest. They're mostly just slight cuts for now. It goes across his chest. He has his dirty blonde hair down to his ears in a messy fashion and a small beard that has grown out. He wears some thick, dim blue pants, a thick, dim blue shirt, some brown leather boots, and some brown fingerless gloves under some armored plating. The armor covers his chest, his back, his shoulders, parts of his arms, parts of his legs, hands and some of his feet. Over the armor was a fur cloak with a hood to keep him warm in times of cold, though he almost always wears it. He wears a belt with a scabbard on the left of it, a sheath for a shortbow to the right, a quiver for arrows right under that, and some pouches anywhere open on his left and right side. He wears a shield on his back, held there by a strap.
History: Vating grew up in a small riverside village in Baltica. His father was a blacksmith and often taught him the craft. He lived a very simple and boring life for thirteen years before meeting a wandering traveler who told him of the wonders of the world. Right then an there, Vating wanted to go out and see the world. His parents didn't approve too much because of the risk of being out there in constant danger, though he didn't care. He learned some basic sword technique as he grew, along with improving his smithing abilities and eventually left the vilage at the age of twenty. With some basic equipment, his guts, and a small bag of cash. He set out into the world, expecting to see many things. For the next two years he had fought many foes and worked to become better at his skill with his weaponry. Leading up to where he is now, still with his basic, now mostly run-down, equipment, a small supply of food, and his 'nerves of steel' that he wished he had.
Equipment: An bronze longsword intended for defending himself, a shortbow, quite a few homemade arrows, some bronze armor, and an bronze round shield.
Abilities: Natural durability- Essentially, he'll be taking hits a little bit easier than most foes, and shrug off quite a few attacks.
Smithing- He grew up with a smith, learning the craft as he grew.
