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Hector Troester
Basic Information:
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: 56th of Summer 491
Birthplace: Ravok
Location: Ravok
Occupation: Doctor
Appearance:
Lean and wiry, Hector stands at about 6ft. Short dark hair, clean shaven and handsome, though there isn’t much about him that would make him stand out in a crowd. His expression is calm and sometimes he seems a bit aloof.
In his piercing brown stare one may see the shadow of great pain. In his seemingly kind face there’s always the hint of a smile.
Concept:
Underneath this mask, there lies a man broken and remade. Devoid of all compassion, emotionless and brooding. He is self centred and proud. Focused, patient and grim. Determined and strong willed. Stubborn and tenacious, he is constantly seeking to empower and better himself.
History:
Hector was born in Ravok. His father a wealthy and well connected Black Sun Acolyte. His mother he never knew; she died a few hours after giving birth to him and his still-born twin sister. He was raised by the family's Eypharian slave. A few good memories still remain from those days. She taught her a bit of her mother tongue, though he never was able to manage conversation. His father, always absent or busy serving Rhysol, made sure that Hector had a comfortable, easy and carefree life. He never found himself in need of money or company.
When he turned 20, he was accepted in the Institute of Higher Learning. But as with all things, he didn't care too much nor did he take his studies seriously, something he regrets to this very day.
In a last desperate attempt to connect with him his father took him along on a mission of his in Sunberth. What happened during his stay there was enough to shake his very being. He changed.
Details of the mission he did not know, nor did he dare to ask. He just followed the group of Agents and Acolytes and stayed around them at all times. The first few days in Sunberth seemed quiet and uneventful though everyone but himself kept themselves busy. Intelligence was being gathered and arrangements were made. He assumed that they were sent to retrieve something. Some kind of item or useful information. He never quite found out. A meeting was arranged and he was dragged along.But what was supposed to be an easy and quiet exchange escalated into a skirmish between gangs with the Ravokians in the thick of it.
In the ensuing chaos he ended up stabbed and beneath a pile of corpses. He was found by scavengers who carried him to the tent of a woman named Vilya. Marked by Rak'keli, she used her ability and skills to save his life.It wasn't long till they fell in love with each other. When his father finally found him, he refused to follow him back, causing a giant rift between them. Instead he stayed in Sunberth with her and his newfound self. She taught him everything she knew and together they strived to heal the countless people who flocked to their tent in search of a cure for whatever ailed them. In the city of anarchy, there were wounded and sick aplenty. Either victims of the rampant violence and crime, or simple folk in need.
Soon Vilya was pregnant, and both were filled with joy and hopeful expectations. These things never last.
It was one fateful night that they’d spent struggling to keep a gravely wounded man alive. Just before dawn his adversaries found them. Before his very eyes they killed her. Before his very eyes they tore the baby out of her. They let him live. Utter bliss turned to despair, ad regret. then followed self pity, self loathing and depression. A broken man he was when he gathered his meagre possessions and followed a caravan to the place where he was born offering his medical skills in exchange.
At the summer of 516AV, after a long and luckily uneventful journey he found himself back into Ravok. Estranged by his father, he turned to ask the help of the few people he called friends. He was content to be accepted as a citizen again. He rented a room at the NHC and sought employment at the Healing Hand.
Skills:
| Skill Name | Starting points | EXP | Total |
| Medicine | (+5SP, +15RB) | 20 | |
| Surgery | (+5SP) | 5 | |
| Acting | (+5SP) | 5 | |
| Persuasion | (+5SP) | 5 | |
| Hypnotism | (+5SP) | 5 | |
| Projection | (+10SP) | 10 | |
| Reimancy | (+10SP) | 10 (earth) | |
| Auristics | (+5SP) | 5 |
Lores:
Medicine: Sterilization techniques
Medicine: Binding a wound
Languages:
Fluent: Common
Poor : Arumenic
Possessions:
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Housing:
NHC, A comfortable albeit windowless room with all the basic furnishings.
Ledger:
| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
Thread List:
Being handy is being redundant
