Dale Hawthorn

[Dale Hawthorn]

Dale Hawthorn

Appearance

Name: Dale Hawthorn
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Birthday: 27th of Winter, AV 476
Birthplace: Sunberth

Appearance:

"Pretty ain't I? Hah! Even my Ma told me I was an ugly little bastard, course she's still lookin' as good as ever... on the Slag Heap."

From the longest of stares to the quickest glances it was apparent to most that this was a man who had seen enough tough winters but had managed to not only endure them, but be strengthened by their harshness. His cracked, weathered skin was often rough to the touch with smears of dirt and splatters of dried blood frequently being found on the surface. He had once found himself standing past six foot with an inch or so to spare but time had worn him down a couple of inches to a modest five ten but his build was still bulky, a build that certainly did not belong to someone who had been given the choice to laze about his entire life or had seen food as anything other than a way to fuel his body. Meanwhile his very manner of walking appeared to be vaguely threatening, his broad shoulders were spread wide while his back was hunch over slightly, making a pair of furrowed eyebrows even more prominent.

Underneath his thick brow his eyes were set. Bordering on pale green with a fine splattering brown throughout they could be very intrusive, never hesitating to bear down on another person as if wanting them to squirm beneath them. His wide jaw was almost covered in a thick, ruffled beard, rarely did Dale like he thought of sharp metal being dragged across, though he had clearly survived worse. Few could avoid the scars found across both his face and body, some being particularly large and knotted while others were small and smooth, though all were a constant reminder of failures on his part. Finally his scalp was covered in a short, rough head of dark brown hair with flecks of dirt and blood often found in it.

Received	Location	Description
7th of Winter, AV 490	Chunk of right ear missing	Lost in his first back alley fight, this notable wound involves a portion of his upper right ear removed with scarring taking it's place.
33rd of Spring, AV 491	Tattoo on upper left arm	A rather crude black tattoo, even Dale isn't completely sure how he got it but he is certain alcohol was involved. Over the years he has told people many different stories if they bother to ask, not wanting to deprived them of a story full of more shit then Sunberth
75th of Fall, AV 504	Daggerhand tattoo on his right hand	This tattoo identifies him as a member of the Daggerhands, a source of constant trouble or fear it allows him to be identified by those that might harm him otherwise or those that plan on it.
26th of Summer, AV 505	Lacun mark beneath the sternum	The mark resembles to intertwing strands, one perfectly smooth while the other thorn-like it appearance. Received when Dale became a widower, he is intensely defensive about any queries toward this mark and except when bathing he keeps it concealed.
31st of Summer, AV 505	Tattoo along the inside of his left wrist	Written horizontal so it runs parallel with his forearm, this tattoo was inked days after the death of his wife and child. He often finds himself staring at it but responds to any queries regarding its meaning or origin with aggression.
Various Dates	Teeth	Currently - Far back left bottom molar missing.
10th of Winter, AV 514	Scar	Just over five inches long this is one of the newest to Dale's collection. The pink scar stretches from just shy of his navel and travels horizontal across his left side.

Character Concept

"I used to love fightin'. Every day I woke up, already pumped with the idea of smashing some little cunts face in or going toe to toe with some big arse thug. Now though... I ain't put off by a bit of blood and I don't wake up in a cold sweat each night like some blokes I know, I s'pose I just feel nothing now... Time does that I guess."

No matter what he had experienced through his life, he was and would always be at heart a Sunberthian. This meant he had a strong dislike magic, especially so since he had been raised around people who could recall the reign of Obal Causten, a fairly aggressive stance towards authority, especially when no gold was involved, and a fairly pessimistic and cynical view of the world around him. This meant he blended in seamlessly with the almost endless supply of grunts in Sunberth.

Still, he managed to reach a fairly respectable age considering his jobs had ranged from pit fighter to bodyguard, essentially a rather narrow range that put him at a far too frequent risk of finding a rusty dagger being rammed in his back. This meant that he found himself in the group of older, veteran mercenaries in Sunberth and so he shared the traits of caution and paranoia that his more aggressive, headstrong and also deceased colleagues had. So while he was not a learned man, he like to know when possible what exactly he was getting into and who he was working for, he was more than happy to turn down the job on a gut feeling or if it meant the possibility of invoking the wrath of the city he loved.

None of this should be mistaken for a man with a strict moral code; an honourable mercenary in Sunberth meant being a very poor mercenary in Sunberth. Everything he did generally revolved the task of seeing the next the season, so while he didn't go around stealing from the already poor or smacking orphans around Sunberth he was still willing to do some pretty nasty stuff if the price was right. Dale was at the end of the day, a hardened and cynical man with only a few soft spots that were a product of his experiences throughout his life than any youthful naivety.

Likes

-Ale
-Babies
-Sleep
-Fresh Fish
-Familiar Faces
-Gambling

Dislikes

-Magic
-People who try to change Sunberth or believe they can
-His Underbosses's
-Authority
-His mother
-Horses
-Gang wars

Ambivalent

-Religion
-A sticky, dark brown yeast extract with a strong salty taste
-Slavers
-Violence

Character History

"I was a champion in the Blood Pits once y'know? Course that season there was some disease goin' round and any bloke that could hold up a sword by the right end had a shot at it. But I enjoyed the limelight while it lasted, who wouldn't in my shoes? Then someone tougher came along to challenge me to the title and I was more than happy to be called a coward and surrender it, there's not much worth dyin' for and fame definitely ain't one of them."

Dale Hawthorn was born on the 27th of Winter, AV 476 in the city of Sunberth to cheap whore by the name of Thea Hawthorn. His father is still a mystery to Dale and supposedly Thea though he had long suspected she knew but for whatever reason she refused to divulge the truth to her clearly less than planned son as he grew up. She was an aggressive, immoral person which was to be expected from an unskilled inhabitant of Sunberth that lacked both intelligence and patience, making sure Dale knew how things worked in her world as she "raised" him.

He couldn't complain in the grand scheme of things, only Dira knows how many infants, toddlers and children were unlucky enough to die in Sunberth so no matter how much abusive he suffered at the hands of his violent mother he never resented her for that at least though she had many more vices that made her reprehensible in his eyes. With a clear view of the rather swollen seedy underbelly of Sunberth he grew up knowing what the oppressed had to do nearly every day just to see the next.

Naturally he didn't gravitate to his mother's field of work, he had quickly been repulsed by it through encounters he still repressed to this day and besides; he lacked the looks needed to be a whore so instead found some honest work acting a lookout for various merchants of the Seaside Market and more. It didn't pay for a living but soon he moved up, it wasn't long till he was old enough to actually pick up a weapon and start guarding.

This was when his love for fighting was ignited, he relished the chance to clash blades with would-be thieves and bandits in and out of Sunberth or even try his luck in the Blood Pits. It was a simple life but it meant everything to him, despite its risks and hardship it gave him the independence he craved so soon he had cut almost all ties with his mother and had settled in with a new crowd. It took him a while, he had racked up a far few scars by this point, but he managed to find a woman to settle down with.

Jenna, she was a local weaver, earning her bread by spinning yarn for the locals but between them they had enough coin for a decent life. They had both left love a little late from the harsh city of Sunberth, neither had come out unscathed but maybe because of it they loved each other more. It wasn't perfect but neither were they. Soon, as was common with newlyweds, a child had been born. With a pudgy red face and an almost constant stream of tears, he was the apple of Dale's eye.

Life was hard, most nights the idea of a long and peaceful sleep was a fool's dream, but it was their life and it was in their hand so for the most part they enjoyed it. Money was always tight though, in fact it was a constant source of friction between them because while Jenna still worked throughout her pregnancy and in the early couple of month afterwards it still had hampered her earnings so Dale had no choice but to take riskier jobs to make up that difference, something he had not been eager to do. Eventually, he was forced to take up arms with a gang known as the Daggerhands.

This problem was soon resolved. See, for all her strength and spirit pregnancy had still taken its toll on both Jenna's body and mind, leaving her vulnerable to the nature of Sunberth and Dale was still a babe in her arms which meant that he was constantly at risk until he saw a few summers. It wasn't to be though, everything that they couldn't control seemed to turn against them. Winter closed in, money grew even tighter than ever, food shortages ravaged most of the poor in Sunberth while a particularly nasty flu travelled from house to house.

By the time the warmth of summer had finally graced Sunberth's streets Dale had been forced to walk them alone. For all the dangers in Sunberth Dale had always felt that it had been his inability to keep the home fires burning and the dinner table laden. Now, with nothing to show for his endeavours he was now bound to the Daggerhands and all ill-will haboured towards them. Many years have passed since then, now he believes he is too old to move on and too old to change.

[Dale Hawthorn]

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Language

"Common, that's my mother tongue. Not that I can write or anythin' fancy like that. Nah, my Ma didn't have the time or money but I spent enough to time around the docks to learn a bit of Fratava so it ain't all bad, you take what you can get."

Fluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Fratava
Poor Language: N/A

Skills

"There's a trick to livin' a long life, it's called not being a fuckin' moron. Every season you'd see all the fresh meat and the cockiest ones were always dead first, didn't matter how skilled they were. Why? 'cos who watches the cocky ones back?"

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Weapon - Cutlass	15 RB 15 SP, 2 XP	32	Competent
Unarmed Combat	20 SP, 3 XP	23	Novice
Intimidation	15 SP, 1 XP, 1 XP	17	Novice
Observation	2 XP, 2 XP, 3 XP	7	Novice
Endurance	1 XP, 2 XP	3	Novice
Socialization	3 XP	3	Novice
Weapon - Dagger	1 XP	1	Novice
Leadership	1 XP	1	Novice
Brawling	1 XP	1	Novice
Acrobatics	1 XP	1	Novice

Lores

"I 'aven't travelled far beyond Sunberth, got as far as Zeltiva with one job then turned back 'cos I didn't like the people and got into trouble with their city guards so I don't know much beyond home."

Lore of Daggerhand Territory
Lore of Obal Cuasten's reign
Sunberth, a city of blood and gold.
The throat, a vital spot.
Death: the feel as the pulse stops.
The look of a dead man's eyes.
Location: The Pig's Foot Tavern
Derek: Lecherous and Argumentative
Shakune: Not So Helpless
Inspecting slaves; not a pleasant task.
Attacked by the Sun's Birth
Saved by Derek
Fire at the warehouse
The guilt of losing a comrade

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[Dale Hawthorn]

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Possessions

"Never was one for keeping things just for the sake of it, if you ain't using it why bother keeping it around?"

1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
-Coarse Woollen Gloves
-Leather Belt

Cutlass
Scabbard
Dagger

Wooden Pipe
Pouch
Kline (10oz)

1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas

Heirloom: A dirty rag, like one that might be used to wipe down a table. Dale often has this bloodstained, blackened rag tied around his wrist or arm.

Housing

Location: Sunberth

House: An apartment in the Sunset Quarter


Ledger

Purchase	Date	Cost	Total
Starting Package	Starting	+100 GM	100 GM
Purchase of two Tattoos	Starting	-2 GM	98 GM
Purchase of one Cutlass	Starting	-12 GM	86 GM
Purchase of one Leather Belt	Starting	-0.5 GM	85.5 GM
Purchase of one Scabbard	Starting	-4 GM	81.5 GM
Purchase of one Wooden Pipe	Starting	-14 GM	67.5 GM
Purchase of one Pouch	Starting	-1 GM	66.5 GM
Purchase of Kline (10oz)	Starting	-0.5 GM	66 GM
Purchase of One Dagger	Starting	-2 GM	64 GM
Purchase of One Pair of Gloves	Starting	-0.5 GM	63.5 GM
AV 514, Job Income	92nd of Winter, AV 514	+368 GM	431.5 GM
AV 514, Winter Expenses	92nd of Winter, AV 514	-135 GM	296.5 GM

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[Dale Hawthorn]

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Thread List

 

Spring AV 515

12th of Spring, AV 515 - Into The Den
51st of Spring, AV 515 - Blades in the Dark

 

Winter AV 514

7th Winter, AV 514 - [The Seaside Market] Bend & Break
7th Winter, AV 514 - [The Pig's Foot Tavern] Something Borrowed
10th of Winter, AV 514 - Retaliation
12th of Winter, AV 514 - Caught Red Handed

 

Flashbacks

7th of Winter, AV 490 - Beaten to a Bloody Pulp
24th of Fall, AV 496 - Bloodied Knuckles

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[Dale Hawthorn]

Stationary NPCs

Name: Derek Knowles Race: Human DoB: 16th of Summer, AV 473 PoB: Sunberth Title: Brother of The Daggerhands, Mercenary Skills: Kopis (25), Brawling (15), Intimidation (10) Gnosis: None Additional Info: Derek Knowles has been the closest friend of Dale Hawthorne for the past three decades. As the son of the cheap whore Derek, like Dale, had few ambitions in the world apart from seeing the next season with a drink in one hand and a woman in another. He joined the Daggerhands as soon as he became a man, extorting and shaking down the residents of Sunberth as he was commanded. This would have driven a wedge between the two men, in fact for a time it did, but principles had a funny way of only existing when it suited men so when Dale found himself short of money with a child on the way it was Derek who vouched for him and initiated him into the Daggerhands. They have remained close since that day, often sharing a drink after a bloody day of their brutal work.

Name: Thea Hawthorne Race: Human DoB: 24th of Autumn, AV 450 DoD: 56th of Winter, AV 501 (Age - 51) PoB: Sunberth Relation: Mother of Dale Hawtorne Skills: Seduction (25), Intimidation (15), Dagger (10) Gnosis: None Additional Info: Thea Hawthorne, born in year AV 450, was condemned to brutal life that was all too common in Sunberth but considered barbaric by the harsh existence of all people found across Mizahar. She was just four years old when the reign of Obal Causten began, the atrocities committed by him and his organization warped the minds of many Sunberthers, herself included. The next fourteen years left her orphaned, broken and penniless on the streets of Sunberth and Odreck had barely run his sword through Obal before she was selling her body on the street corners of Sunberth. She had managed to form a wealth of vices when Dale was formed, taking pleasures in the highs and lows that drugs and alcohol enabled her to feel, a lifestyle that was understandable to a point. Dale was an unfortunate accident, several times over in fact, she had become pregnant before from her job but this time a vile potion meant to kill the infant failed and instead she found herself burdened with a child she neither wanted to raise or could if she had the inclination. She was not an abusive parent, not physically at least, though her parenting was often by in the way of shouting and scolding rather than praise and rewards. And she was happy to be absent, letting her son find his own amusement as soon as he was able to walk and talk which let her at least pretend for a while she was childless. Dale had little respect for her, it dwindled as he grew up and soon as he was old enough to leave he took the opportunity and left her too indulge in whatever she wanted with his snide remarks or criticisms. For about eight years Dale never saw her mother, actively avoiding the streets she lived on and worked for her entire life, and only became aware of her death after a "co-worker" thought it best her son be informed of her demise. There was little in the way of medical care in Sunberth so no-one was sure whether it was the alcohol or the drugs in her system that killed her or simply the cold but it didn't matter either way. Dale had over time slowly realized that his childhood had be far easier than hers despite the fact she truly had never the means or desire to raise a child alone and had harboured a smidgen respect for the woman even though he daren't admit it so instead of letting the corpse rot in the street or be dumped in the river he burnt her on the Slag Heap, something he viewed personally as a great honour of what it meant to be Sunberthian.

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