Kristopher

[Kristopher]

Kristopher Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Birthday: 37th of Summer, 495 AV Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Kristopher is little compared to many, mere 6 feet tall and of normal build. Longer than manly dark and messy hair reaches just over his eyes in the front, and almost to the shoulders behind. Eyes are green and grey and light, all to contrast the hair. Neglected stubble is well rooted on his face, and gives the overall appearance of someone who doesn't take particularly good care of himself. Sometimes Kristopher might smell funny too, but while he can't see himself, he can damn well use his nose, as such these occurences are quite rare. His clothes are old and woolen. Tattered and patched in more places than one could easily count, obvious marks of age. When he speaks there are obvious traces of a Syliran accent, at least when it comes to Common. Concept & History A life compromised of bowing and obeying made Kristopher spineless when it came to sticking up for himself. First it was what his father wanted, then there was the family, then there were the neighbors, then the city – he never had the courage to really say no as long as it looked like he wasn't causing harm. It wasn't for some altruistic need to lend aid to folk around him, instead it was based on his fear of doing anything on his own. From smallest of steps, Kristopher had always been a coward. Years passed, but the psyche did not change. Once a coward, always a coward. People in his hometown, Syliras, caught onto the fact quickly and soon enough the voice of his lacking bravery followed him most places any man would dare enter. For Kristopher that list was short, and because of its kurtness the rumors of cowardice followed him everywhere he went. With age things were only worsened by the presence of his three dominant brothers, and a father who needed his youngest boy to have thicker blood, to have a spine. All three of his brothers aspired for a knight's path, but failed. Two became merchants, and one became a bard – much to his father's disgrace. The parent had been a knight once, but he had retired because of a wound that took a good chunk out of one of his legs. As such it was expected for his progeny to carry the torch of Sylir further down the path. Expectations were never great when it came to the weakblooded youngling, but his father at least hoped Kristopher would be able to get into the order as a squire for a decent knight. Even such small favor to the city would bring some good renown to the family. And for people like his father once was, and still liked to fancy himself, renown was everything. But what do cowards do when they're pressed too hard? They run of course. Kristopher was no different. Taking the easy way out, he procurred passage to Zeltiva. Things didn't go his way, and after being robbed he would come back, crawling to his father – figuratively at first, and quite literally after the beating he got. His father didn't run, nor did his brothers. As far as they were concerned, Kristopher had become less than a woman in their eyes. Curse the Zith for slacking off and not carrying him away! Not long after he had to move out. The prying eyes of his family were too much for him to handle. There still wasn't courage to go too far though. And with what little nerve he had, he coughed up some cash and bought a room only a few halls away from his family. He tried his best to remain in contact, but for them, leaving the household was akin to leaving the family altogether – and Kristopher had done so twice already. He still knows he has a family and cares about their well-being. They probably care the same for him, but after his departure their realtions dropped to null. He could still say hello to his mother when he met her in the halls, maybe even conquer a word or two for her heart, but when it came to other men of the family – he wouldn't dare. His father had made it clear Kristopher wasn't a son, or man. And his brother's were too much his sons to ignore such a fact, evident in the looks they shot their younger brother in passing. Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: None Poor Language: None Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Storytelling 30 SP 30 Competent Acting 15 SP 15 Novice Impersonation 15 RB, 5 SP 20 Novice Lores Helpful Lores: Lore of Syliran Geography Lore of Syliran Culture Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak -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 Heirloom: A broken piece of metal, it appears to have once been a shortsword. Housing Location: Syliras House: A small room in the bowels of the castle, like the one below. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Thread List None.