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Eldrin
Appearance
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Birthday: 5th of Fall, 490 A.V.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Appearance: Eldrin has never been much to look at. Standing at five foot, seven inches with a slight build bordering on emaciated, he does not cut an impressive figure. His skin has a faint yellowish twinge, and most notably, a large scar runs down his right cheek, cutting cruelly across till it splits the right side of his upper lip, giving quite the view of his stained teeth. Those he still has, as it is evident when he smiles he's missing a back few molars on the left side, which is why he favors chewing on the right despite his lip condition. It results in a little spillage down his shirt, a characteristic stain no matter what he wears, but it is better than feeling like grinding his teeth on glass, and he doesn't much care what others think of him anymore.
His upper body is uncharacteristically free of scars, but often supports more than a few bruises, especially on his arms and chest. There is lean muscle there, but not much of it. Looking lower, another puckered scar starts near the curve of his right hip, ending just above his right thigh. A purplish red line that jumps out from his pale, yellowish skin.
For the most part, he keeps himself covered except during the hottest parts of the year. His clothing is often dirty, carrying a strong whiff of the latest hole he's crawled out of, with darker red stains on days he is particularly unlucky.* (Will be stated in thread the current state of his dishevelment.)
Character Concept
Eldrin has always been a bit of a fuck up. He got kicked out of his home for stealing when he was eleven and only then did he realize how good he had it in that grimy little cellar his parents had kept him in. Since then, life has had a steady, downward trajectory, and every time he thinks he's hit rock bottom, he manages to sink even lower. He's bitten nearly every friendly hand, sometimes literally, in his pursuit of brief relief in the form of one high or another until finally he got so destitute that he became sober.
It has been nearly a year since then, and he's barely managed to scrape up a sort of living, however he's always just waiting to be knocked down again. This is Sunberth after all.
Character History
The son of a barmaid and a fishermen, his only constant has been misery for there was little warmth in a house where the only sounds were yelling or fucking. When he split, he quickly found himself suddenly at odds with everyone, and what friends he made that didn't betray him, he ended up betraying instead for a 'sure' payday. There was never any malevolence to his actions, it always seemed like a white lie he could smooth over at the time, but eventually the bill always comes due, and he'd pay for his actions in one way or another.
For the most part, over these odd several years he's made his living by doing what he does best. Talking his way into trouble, and stealing to keep enough food in his belly to survive. More than a few times he's been caught, but the scars always came from friends his trusted the most.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Skills
Please list skills in alphabetical order by competency
Lores
Sunberth: Streetplan
Larceny: How to use a lock pick
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (bone)
-Brush (bone)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: A rusty metal lockpick, to worn to be of any use, but kept anyways as a memento of better times.
Housing
Location: Sunset Quarter
House: Small 20 x 20 Apartment
Ledger
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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Birthday: 5th of Fall, 490 A.V.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Appearance: Eldrin has never been much to look at. Standing at five foot, seven inches with a slight build bordering on emaciated, he does not cut an impressive figure. His skin has a faint yellowish twinge, and most notably, a large scar runs down his right cheek, cutting cruelly across till it splits the right side of his upper lip, giving quite the view of his stained teeth. Those he still has, as it is evident when he smiles he's missing a back few molars on the left side, which is why he favors chewing on the right despite his lip condition. It results in a little spillage down his shirt, a characteristic stain no matter what he wears, but it is better than feeling like grinding his teeth on glass, and he doesn't much care what others think of him anymore.
His upper body is uncharacteristically free of scars, but often supports more than a few bruises, especially on his arms and chest. There is lean muscle there, but not much of it. Looking lower, another puckered scar starts near the curve of his right hip, ending just above his right thigh. A purplish red line that jumps out from his pale, yellowish skin.
For the most part, he keeps himself covered except during the hottest parts of the year. His clothing is often dirty, carrying a strong whiff of the latest hole he's crawled out of, with darker red stains on days he is particularly unlucky.* (Will be stated in thread the current state of his dishevelment.)
Character Concept
Eldrin has always been a bit of a fuck up. He got kicked out of his home for stealing when he was eleven and only then did he realize how good he had it in that grimy little cellar his parents had kept him in. Since then, life has had a steady, downward trajectory, and every time he thinks he's hit rock bottom, he manages to sink even lower. He's bitten nearly every friendly hand, sometimes literally, in his pursuit of brief relief in the form of one high or another until finally he got so destitute that he became sober.
It has been nearly a year since then, and he's barely managed to scrape up a sort of living, however he's always just waiting to be knocked down again. This is Sunberth after all.
Character History
The son of a barmaid and a fishermen, his only constant has been misery for there was little warmth in a house where the only sounds were yelling or fucking. When he split, he quickly found himself suddenly at odds with everyone, and what friends he made that didn't betray him, he ended up betraying instead for a 'sure' payday. There was never any malevolence to his actions, it always seemed like a white lie he could smooth over at the time, but eventually the bill always comes due, and he'd pay for his actions in one way or another.
For the most part, over these odd several years he's made his living by doing what he does best. Talking his way into trouble, and stealing to keep enough food in his belly to survive. More than a few times he's been caught, but the scars always came from friends his trusted the most.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Skills
Please list skills in alphabetical order by competency
| Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Larceny | 15 RB, 11 SP | 26 | Competent |
| Stealth | 29 SP | 29 | Competent |
| Rhetoric | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Lores
Sunberth: Streetplan
Larceny: How to use a lock pick
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (bone)
-Brush (bone)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: A rusty metal lockpick, to worn to be of any use, but kept anyways as a memento of better times.
Housing
Location: Sunset Quarter
House: Small 20 x 20 Apartment
Ledger
| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
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