Mizuriel Dunbarrow

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Mizuriel Dunbarrow

Postby Mizuriel on February 23rd, 2011, 9:57 pm

Mizuriel Dunbarrow

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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27 years old (at creation)
Height: 6’2’’
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair color: Deep brown
Eye color: Light brown



Physical description:

Mizuriel, unlike most people, never really looks up or in the distance while he walks, instead he always keeps his eyes on the ground, almost as if he was obeying orders or avoiding gazes like they were punishment. The truth is, that’s just the way he walks, been so since birth. What can be seen of his face is covered in lines that stand there to witness his stormy lifeline. He is no pretty boy, and as such, he never really got much attention to begin with, but it was his reclusive nature that made him seem detached and separated from the rest of the world. He is dressed rather simple; brown shoes, grey pants, light blue shirt, grey-ish sweater and a long dark blue, woolen cape without a hood. His attire is nothing special, and it is only made more subtle by the quiet manner in which he acts. He can often, if not always be seen pulling the reins of a small tidal pony. However it is who sits atop the horse that makes him walk in front of it, disregarding the thoughts of mounting the animal himself. His body is defined in thick muscles when it comes to his limbs, but some fat still lingers in the abdomen area. His hair is always messy and even when he does comb, it still looks as if he just got up, messy and edgy, as it falls all around his head.



Character concept:

Mizuriel always lived his life how his reason dictated him. That was however not always simple, because of being bestowed with a mark of healing, his life was never an easy one. With his looks being bad, his personality quiet, and his overall look on life being a bit too naïve, he got tricked and played around with often. That left some emotional scarring on him, as he to this day has trouble speaking about his own issues or worries, even more so if he is talking with a woman. While the mark on his right hand did not define him as a person, nor did it alter his character, it still gave him the urge to fix everything and mend anything. He tends to get close to people without actually letting them reach out to him. He feels as if it is his duty to help others if he can, but is somewhat aversive when it comes to asking for something. When people speak, he listens even though he will rarely look at the speaker directly, which most people find frustrating or just plain impolite. The man does not really care what do people think of him, how they act behind his back or if they want to harm him, at least not until something actually happens. Sometimes he will revel on his past, recalling both good and bad memories, but most of the time he lives in the moment, making everything inside the present as good as it can be. He leaves tomorrow for Lhex, sages and wise man of old to figure out, it is simply not a matter that interests him. He does have a healthy sense of humor, but it often stays hidden behind his awkward silent approach.

What he does care for when future comes to mind, is the wellbeing of his adopted daughter, Samantha. And while it may be highly unlikely that anything will happen to her, he cannot help but be paranoid when it comes to her safety. She does not get out his sight for exceeded periods of time, such is the safety rule of his own making, and he is quite sure that is the only efficient way.



Character history:

Mizuriel was born to a single mother in a poor family that lived in the city of Zeltiva. Of all the children born in those days, Rak’keli chose him, no one knew why. No one really cared for the reason, especially the child’s mother who had already mapped out great things for the future of her son. The boy however did not show any signs of promise. He always held to himself, seemingly quiet and unimpressive by nature, with his face being strangely warped, he was not even ordinary, if anything, he was even less.

In his teens, the boy got into fights often, but no matter how hard he fought back, victory was a term unknown to him. As time passed, even the children that were weaker than him started picking fights with him, as he would heal them even if he could manage to beat them up, needless to say, he could not accomplish the same feat two times in a row. Eventually he stopped to resist altogether, and took further punishment until the others were just tired of him, unresponsive as he was. He had become a broken toy, bleak, and without appeal.

As the boy grew, so did his affinity for healing, and as early as 18 years of age, he got into some more advanced classes of medicine, as well as basic surgery and animal husbandry. The boy showed great promise when studying came to question, and finally he could make his family proud, or so he thought.

Upon returning home after a class one day, he found an empty house with a simple note that told him of his mother’s departure. Apparently he was not even her son? She could not take it anymore? Not even his gift was worth enough to stick around? Was it because he was ugly? He considered every possible option before finally realizing the obvious, no amount of truth, no matter how weak or strong could change the fact that he was alone.

Some time was spent grieving before he could even begin to comprehend that it was his turn to take care of himself. Once he did however, he was quick in his decision to leave town, and as much of the past as he could behind him. It was not long after setting off that he reached a ruined camp somewhere around the border of Sylira and The Grasslands. The establishment seemed to be wrecked. The destruction before him could not be claimed by the harvesting Symenestra, nor the ferocious Zith. No, not even the celeritous Glassbeaks were at fault. It was something much more primitive and much more effective... a simple land slide that heaped onto the campers from a nearby hill. Mizuriel chanced upon only one survivor, a pitiful young girl who has since accompanied Mizuriel in his travels. The girl however has never spoken a single word since the moment she regained consciousness in his arms. He tried calling her many names, the attempts were without success for a long time; Until one day he finally got her to nod at just one word, Samantha.



Skills & Lores:

SkillsStarting Points Experience Earned
Medicine 30/100 (Starting package + Racial Bonus) 25 5
Sewing 10/100 (Starting package) 10 0
Surgery 10/100 (Starting package) 10 0
Herbalism 10/100 (Starting package) 10 0
Animal husbandry 5/100 (Starting package) 5 0
Riding 5/100 (Starting package) 5 0
Running 1/100 0 1
Rhetoric 4/100 0 4
Observation 4/100 0 4


Anatomy of Humans Starting Package
Taking care of a child Starting Package
Parenting XP
Assessing the Situation XP
Suggesting Who’s Needed Where XP
Keeping Light of the Situation XP
Examining the Wounded XP
Double Checking the Stability of a Patient XP
Separating Emotion From Healing XP
Staying Behind With the Patient XP



Ledger & Possessions:

Starting Money Item/Transaction Description Money left
0 Mizas +600 GM Starting Coin 600 GM
600 GM 1 Set of Clothing Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM 1 Waterskin Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM 1 Backpack Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM 1 Set of Toileteries (comb, brush, razor, soap Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM Food for a Week Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM 1 Eating Knife Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM Flint & Steel Starting Package 600 GM
600 GM 1 Sewing Toolkit Bought for Starting Package 512 GM
512 GM 1 Surgeon's Toolkit Bought for Starting Package 312 GM
312 GM 1 Animal Groomer's Toolkit Bought for Starting Package 302 GM
302 GM 1 Healer's Kit Bought for Starting Package 252 GM
252 GM 1 Male Tidal Pony Bought for Starting Package 202 GM
202 GM 2 Pounds of Soap Bought for Starting Package 201 GM
201 GM 1 Horse Blanket With a Hood, Medium Bought for Starting Package 197 GM
197 GM Bit And Bridle Bought for Starting Package 195 GM
195 GM Saddle, Riding Bought for Starting Package 185 GM
185 GM 2 Saddlebags, Large Bought for Starting Package 169 GM
169 GM Tent, 4 Person Bought for Starting Package 159 GM
159 GM 4 Blankets, Winter Bought for Starting Package 155 GM
155 GM 1 Dress, Fine Bought for Starting Package/Owned by Samantha 135 GM
135 GM 2 Pints of Honey Bought for Starting Package/Owned by Samantha 134 GM 8 SM
134 GM 8 SM 2 Bedrolls Bought for Starting Package 134 GM 6 SM
134 GM 6 SM Spring Salary Earned at the Sanctuary 771 GM 6 SM
771 GM 6 SM Living Expenses Spring and summer for Mizu and Sam 231 GM 6 SM



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Companions:

Samantha
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Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 8 (at creation)

Unlike most other children, Samantha does not like to be surrounded by alluring and inviting places, even more so if those are filled with people she does not know. She does have a will of her own, and she makes it quite obvious every time she pulls her caretaker’s hand upon seeing something of interest. With her lack of speech, it is hard to grasp her interests at first, but as one gets to know her better, she seems more and more simple. She enjoys running around, pulling Mizuriel’s hand whenever she’s in a playful mood. In almost the same manner she clings to his leggings while hiding behind him when she gets scared, however fear is a loose term for her, as everything she gets used to can no longer scare her. She dislikes being alone for periods exceeding a few chimes and can never go to sleep alone, these habits however seem to be impossible to overcome. She does not really cry when she gets hurt, but she does however when she is feeling sad. It isn’t completely easy to sadden her, as she is seemingly braver than most kids her age.

She is usually seen wearing a short, long sleeved, white tunic, baggy brown trousers and small black slippers. She is further covered by a thin linen cloak, coloured only a tone lighter than the midnight sky.

Skills:
Begging 10
Sewing 10
Painting 10
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