If its Possible I can play I will put up a Small one and Expand on it if you guys are interested.
Name: Benepal Brocksovinch
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance : He Is a painfully thin yet tall man with short brown hair cropped at the back. His face shows sign of a long perminat scar that run's horizontally across the left side of his face you can determine that this looks most likely like an weapon wound. He has a dark tanned skin tone and strange black eyes.
Height: About a Meter and a half
Weight: 194
Job: Hunter/Gatherer (The Small game hunter)
Personallity: Benepal is not people person he spends most his time working and is rarly seen in the village as he is always in the woods hunting with his father. He is a series and stern person but pride's himself on his ability to shoot (Bow wise). What many people dont know is that the man is petrified of running water and refuses to go anywere near rivers or lakes.
Backround: Benepal was born into a poor family who could only make ends meat by hunting what lived in the forests around their home once upon a time he had many brothers seven of them to be precise they lived in the middle of no-were and ran a farm of sorts the nearest village was a week by cart. Together his family worked the land many nights going to bed without dinner but they were happy just to be at peace. Until they came horrible twisted men found them marauders like no other they were accompanied by huge towering men and creatures not of this plane of existence. They Took everything from him His brothers tried to fight, tried to hold them back..... they were butchered his father his mother and himself ran for their lives there home burring behind them. But some had followed them and found them crossing the river bank to safty Benepal to this day does not recall the events of that hour it went so fast all he could remember is his mother being hit with an arrow, she fell he tried to save her but she was gone. His father saved him dragged him from the waters and to the other side, together they ran, ran for what felt like an eternity before they found the village known as Nordland were they settled he made friends with some of the other villagers but mostly kept to himself.
Now his only wish is to one day rise and find the men that took his families life from him Revenge.
Weapon: Just his hunting tools two small daggers hand me downs from his father (although in there condition there really only suited to cooking use) and a fine long bow that he made himself.
Name: Benepal Brocksovinch
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance : He Is a painfully thin yet tall man with short brown hair cropped at the back. His face shows sign of a long perminat scar that run's horizontally across the left side of his face you can determine that this looks most likely like an weapon wound. He has a dark tanned skin tone and strange black eyes.
Height: About a Meter and a half
Weight: 194
Job: Hunter/Gatherer (The Small game hunter)
Personallity: Benepal is not people person he spends most his time working and is rarly seen in the village as he is always in the woods hunting with his father. He is a series and stern person but pride's himself on his ability to shoot (Bow wise). What many people dont know is that the man is petrified of running water and refuses to go anywere near rivers or lakes.
Backround: Benepal was born into a poor family who could only make ends meat by hunting what lived in the forests around their home once upon a time he had many brothers seven of them to be precise they lived in the middle of no-were and ran a farm of sorts the nearest village was a week by cart. Together his family worked the land many nights going to bed without dinner but they were happy just to be at peace. Until they came horrible twisted men found them marauders like no other they were accompanied by huge towering men and creatures not of this plane of existence. They Took everything from him His brothers tried to fight, tried to hold them back..... they were butchered his father his mother and himself ran for their lives there home burring behind them. But some had followed them and found them crossing the river bank to safty Benepal to this day does not recall the events of that hour it went so fast all he could remember is his mother being hit with an arrow, she fell he tried to save her but she was gone. His father saved him dragged him from the waters and to the other side, together they ran, ran for what felt like an eternity before they found the village known as Nordland were they settled he made friends with some of the other villagers but mostly kept to himself.
Now his only wish is to one day rise and find the men that took his families life from him Revenge.
Weapon: Just his hunting tools two small daggers hand me downs from his father (although in there condition there really only suited to cooking use) and a fine long bow that he made himself.
