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Arturo Wolfgang |
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: 12th of Winter, 590AV
Birthplace: Syliras
Language: Common (Fluent)
Appearance:
Arturo stands at six foot three inches tall and weighs approximately two hundred pounds. Tanned and fit by hours of outdoor training and rugged in appearance due to his scruffy beard and long wavy hair, he appears to have forgotten what the terms “Shave” and “Brush” means. His attire is usually simple, consisting of black pants and sleeveless tunic.
Personality:
Arturo seems to adjust his personality for different situations. The most common is his social behavior that most come to know. Despite a laid-back attitude he enjoys socializing over new experiences, training or over a good drink. The second most common personality trait would be his drunken state, often a direct side effect of the first. He often attempts singing, though quiet horribly by most bard standards. Arturo also becomes an oddly adept hand-to-hand fighter when drunk, which varies almost drastically from when he fights sober; considering he has little skill in any close quarters combat. He also has a distinct personality when working. He becomes quiet and focused, almost oblivious to anything not related to the task at hand.
Morality:
Arturo is a moral mess, his knowledge of right and wrong extends about as far as his pinky finger. This is not to say he is without moral, just that his are slightly different than some others. He has a moral code which he follows to the letter. Despite its simplicity, it makes sure he has some boundaries.
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History:
Arturo was one son of many. He had two older brothers, one three years and the other five years older than himself. Two younger brothers, one only eleven months younger, while the other was six years younger. He also has one sister, eight years younger. The three younger siblings were born of a different mother, as his died during his own birth.
With the large family it was common for the boys to find work in hard labor while his sisters aided his step-mother in working a small garden his family owned. Arturo had always been the larger of his siblings, as well as the friendliest. His jobs were often the most difficult and yet the most rewarded, usually with drink or food.
As he grew older his capabilities became more advanced, specifically in the field of defense. He would accompany others outside of the city for various purposes, offering protection from the wildlife or at least a distraction so the less fearless could escape.
These tough jobs allowed Arturo to pay fare for a ship heading to Zeltiva as well as pay for a nice, small cottage in the city. Though his father had been a Syliras Knight, he chose the lesser alternative to work as a Wake Guard, with possible side jobs in whatever he could manage. If he could get paid, He would work. With his pockets empty of Miza Arturo was not above working for a meal or two, or reverting to hunting for his own meat.
Lores:
Lore of Religion: Tyveth
Lore: Wilderness Survival; Camouflage isn't universal
