Alias Burns

[Alias Burns]

Alias Burns Name:Alias Burns Race:Human Age:29 Birthday: 43rd day of winter, 484AV Gender: Male Location: Sunberth Physical Description Hieght: 5,8. He has a thick head of unkempt dark brown hair cut short. He is quite tan, Caucasian, lean build with above-average muscle mass from much use. He has a daunting depth to his grey eyes. He wears light clothing for when he feels heavy, he feels vulnerable. Button up cloth peasant shirt, (natural colour) comfortably tight fitting breeches, (natural colour) light, loose fitting fur vest with hood (natural colours) and Leather high boots. (natural colours) Personality It is very hard to earn his trust, but once you do, his loyalty knows no bounds. He is unwilling to kill, knowing incapacitation is possible. He doesn’t care much for politics. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does it is deliberate and not at all diplomatic. He values individual life and has a drive to protect it, if doubtfully due to his estimate of his abilities. He has post-traumatic stress disorder from the events in Denval. History 484AV-500AV He was raised by a Sage, but instead of falling in love with the pursuit of more history, he fell in love with upholding certain historic values, and observing those values in current societies. Being very brash, confident and open when it came to sharing his thoughts, he found himself in and out of trouble with authority figures and anyone else in early life; these troubles often ended in him being physically beaten. Never stepping down from a fight, whether it be in words or blows. After pleading with him to calm down his lifestyle, his family disowned him due to his effect on their reputation. Feeling no loss, he left to see the world at the age of sixteen, continuing his life style. 500AV-503AV – (OPEN) Three years in to his eventful travels, he had just finished a kindly debate that ended with blows. He regained consciousness in an alley with numerous injuries. While struggling to stand, a kindly voice echoed down the garbage packed alley. He didn’t know it at the time, but that was the day he met his wife, Lauryndra. Being an herbalist, she saw to the treatment of his wounds. He, being oblivious as he was, paid her no mind and continued on. Needless to say, she had no trouble finding time to spend with him, because of how often he became injured. Months of this passed by, then one day she received word from a good friend of his that he was preparing to leave. She sought him out and announced her feelings. He welcomed her on his travels, but let her know his heart is in his fight, not with her. 503AV-507AV They travelled for four years together. He started practicing calming himself before an argument escalates for Lauryndra’s sake. In that time they became incredibly close, but never crossed the line of romance until the final year. 507AV-512AV Alias, having gone through many epiphanies in these travels realized how much he cared about this woman. By now Alias had found some wisdom in keeping certain thoughts to himself. They settled down in Denval. Alias took a job as a guard and Lauryndra established her own garden and apothecary. Within a year they were raising their baby girl, Kendra. Early 512AV When the evacuation announcement came, Alias was outraged that they would up and abandon Denval. He went and argued with his superiors passed curfew, and was temporarily arrested. It was really late and Lauryndra was worried for her husband, but couldn’t leave their five year old girl alone at home. So they walked hand in hand towards the guards barracks. When the morning came, several victims of night time monstrosities were found dead in the streets. When Alias’ superior approached the cell, Alias started blubbering out apologies for his insubordination, and how he was just over-whelmed for his family. It was his superior’s slight flinch at the mention of his family that made him notice the sombre expression, the polite taking off of the hat, the fidgeting. Alias demanded to know what had turned up. With his superior’s answer, Alias’ enraged screaming never stopped. His superior was wise to leave him in the cell for the news. Later, Alias couldn’t help but go see his dead wife and child which is a sight he will forever wish to be without. Late 512AV Alias, convinced that his brash attitude and need to share his thoughts had killed his family, cut-off all contact with people in his past the moment he stepped off the rescue ship because of a combination of fear that he’d get them killed, and absolute lack of self-integrity and therefor care. He took to the gutters as little more than a mute, inevitably joining the grime of society. But he never lost his values. Equipped : Item Quantity Placement Ornamental wrist braces 2 Either wrist Short Sword (Steel) 1 In scabbard Scabbard 1 On belt Simple Shirt 1 Upper body Simple Pants 1 Lower body Simple Undergarments 1 Underneath clothing Simple Fur Vest 1 Over Simple Shirt Leather high boots 1 Either foot Waterskin 1 On belt Backpack 1 On back Belt Pouch 1 On belt Belt (Leather) 1 On waist Gloves (Leather) 1 pair Either hand Scarf (felt) 1 Around neck Cloak (Leather) 1 Over vest Headwear, hood (leather) 1 Attached to cloak BackPack : Item Quantity Comb (Metal) 1 Brush (Metal) 1 Soap 1 Razor 1 Balanced Rations 1 Week’s Worth Eating knife 1 Flint & Steel 1 RuckSack : Item Quantity Torch 2 Hatchet 1 Camouflage Tarp (10 sq.ft.) 1 Tent, Four Person : Item Quantity Winter Blanket 1 Common Lamp 1 Oil (1-pint flask) 2 Water Trap 1 Bedroll 1 Folding Stool 1 Spade 1 Cask 1 Ledger : Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Cashed in home +500 GM 600 GM Hatchet -6gm 594gm Belt Pouch -1gm 593gm Rucksack -1gm 592gm Tent, four person -10gm 582gm Winter Blanket -5sm 581gm 5sm Common Lamp -1sm 581gm 4sm Oil (1-pint flask)x2 -2sm 581gm 2sm Water Trap -45gm 536gm 2sm Bedroll -1sm 536gm 1sm Camouflage Tarp (10 sq.ft.) -12gm 524gm 1sm Torchx2 -4cm 524gm 6cm Short Sword (Steel) -10gm 514gm 6cm Scabbard -4gm 510gm 6cm Folding Stool -10gm 500gm 6cm Spade -2gm 498gm 6cm Hemp Rope (50ft) -1gm 497gm 6cm Belt (Leather) -4 sm 496gm 6sm 6cm Gloves (Leather) -1 gm 495gm 6sm 6cm Scarf (felt) -2 sm 495gm 4sm 6cm Cloak (Leather) -1 gm 494gm 4sm 6cm Headwear, hood (leather) -1 sm 494gm 3sm 6cm Cask -7 sm 493gm 6sm 6cm Ale, mug -4 cm 493gm 6sm 2cm Cask -7 sm 492gm 9 sm 2cm Marim Bitters -1 gm 491gm 9sm 2cm Ale, 8 gallon -1gm 6sm 490gm 3sm 2cm Eye wash -2 gm 488gm 3sm 2cm Poor Living Expenses -45gm 443gm 3sm 2cm Mizas 443gm 3sm 2cm Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Common Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Unarmed Combat 15 RB 15 SP 30 Competent Wrestling 26 SP 26 Competent Brawling 9 SP 9 Novice Observation 3 3 Novice Endurance 2 2 Novice Weapon: Staff 1 1 Novice Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Shiber Poor Language: Myrian Lores: The folly in split-second emotion lead reactions. Encapsulating one’s own rage. In combat watch your enemy, not their weapon How to overthrow an enemy Threads: Date Thread Grade 14th of Spring, 507AV [Flashback] A Job Interview Graded 39th of Winter, 513AV [Pig's Foot Tavern] Majesty Amidst The Squalor In progress 52nd of Winter, 513AV The name of the animal {Fallon} In progress 64th of Winter, 513AV Pig Hunt In progress 67th of Winter, 513AV [Closed] The Innocent Demon from my Nightmares In progress