Charoodler's Character Profile (Cendrus)

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Character Name Cendrus (no last name)

Nicknames: ”Redeye”,“Cendy”, “That crazy guy with the hammer for an arm”

Age: Anywhere from 17-21. He looks young.

Gender: Male.

Race: Human
(Northerner)

Status:Alive
and well, albeit not without scars, wounds, and replacement limbs

 

Description

((Dunno if this is
allowed, but I want to add a brief description for him, as I found whatever
info I could convey with the default stuff lackluster))

 

Cendrus is a wild, rough and tumble human. He’s used to living in complete wilderness, surviving
in wastelands, and fighting people. He seems to appreciate the comforts of
society more than a man should.

 

Physically, he is not particularly tall or muscular. He is of a slim build and stands at 5’11. His
left arm has been hacked clean off by a sword strike, just above the elbow.

He has replaced his arm with a silver hammer he lovingly dubbed “Anna”. His right
eye is a ruby, although it is not apparent if it is a replacement or just
covering the eye.

 

He was once quite charming with his green eyes and handsome smile, less so now due to his rather Spartan
prostheses and visible scars. He displays only slight interest for appearance,
putting on whatever will protect him from the cold, and has been caught wearing
ladies’ clothes before, with the excuse of only “I had them.”

 

He has no problem eating raw, bloody meat so long as it’s not tainted or from another humanoid.
If he has not been seen for more than a week or so, he’s bound to have dry gore
on his face from a messily consumed animal.

 

Height:5’11

 

Weight:Unknown, rises and falls quickly.

 

 

Body Type:Slim, not particularly muscular

 

Eyes:Bright green

 

Hair:Brown

 

Skin:Pale.

 

Markings/Tattoos: Scars, as well as a tattoo of some kind of worm on his remaining arm

 

Health:In good health, although often goes without food for a few days.

 

Personality:While he seems wild and crazy at first, he’s really quite soft-hearted. He cannot tolerate cruelty
to women, animals, or children; and has gotten himself maimed repeatedly in
bold attempts to be a hero.

 

He dislikes Orenian nobles, liking them as much as he likes to be next to an angry Orc. He has a ‘thing’
for dark elves, if you know what I mean.

 

Inventory:Bronze, Dwarvish short-sword, silver hammer (attached to left arm), various explosive reagents including gunpowder, several rolls of bandages, a hard leather sheath for his swords, and
a belt with three pouches for throwing knives.

His armor is either suit of bone and light metal scales over a light chainmail vest, or
thick leather pads.

 

Further Details:If someone is too close or approaches him from behind he will freak out.

 

Life Style

 

Alignment*:Neutral Good

 

Deity*:The Creator

 

Religion:Whatever religion the above deity belongs to

 

Alliance/Nation/HomeNew Arethor

 

Job/Class:Bouncer for a bar.

 

Title(s):N/A

 

Profession(s):None

 

Special Skill(s):He has some healing skills, and knows how to make explosive cocktails.

 

Flaw(s):Oh, plenty. He is overconfident despite the fact that he is no master warrior, is THE WORST at

romance, and is not entirely sure how society works yet.

 

Magic*

“Vassa hell? Ah sawght magic vas made up!” –Cendrus, 15.

 

Current Status:N/A

 

Arch-type:N/A

 

Sub-Type:N/A

 

Rank:N/A

 

Weakness(es):N/A

 

Strength(s):N/A

 

Current Spell(s):N/A

 

Weaponry

 

Fighting Style:Go berserk, hit them hard in the head.

 

Preferred Weapon:The hammer that has replaced his left arm.

 

Favored Weapon:See above.

 

Archery:Cannot wield two-handed weapons. Bows included.

 

Biography

 

Parents:Unknown mother, Unknown father.

 

Siblings:Only child

 

Children:No children

 

Extended Family:None to his knowledge

 

Pet(s):Carrier raven named “Edgeworth” [ALIVE].

 

History

He was born in a small town in a small medical room in a brothel. His mother was a prostitute, and
Cendrus was abandoned in the wilderness at around 8 with no more than the
clothes he wore and a sharp stick. He survived on rabbits and whatever he could
stab to death, drinking from creeks.

 

He grew up in the wilderness, slowly mastering his survival skills. He was, however, deprived of social
skills past an 8-year-old’s understanding of them. He stumbled upon civilization
when he was ten; and wandered around there until he was brought in by a peasant
family and was fed.

 

However, Cendrus refused to stay, as he loved the forest more than anything else in the world and longed
for the life he had grown so accustomed to. After a while (give or take two
years), he ran away from his new home and fled into the forests he came from,
but found that a family had set up their home and a fledgling town there. He
lived in the patch of forest that was not in the path of destruction, chasing
out potential loggers with crude spears and stone swords.

 

However, no man can hide forever, especially one hiding in a small wood and acting so conspicuous. He
was found by the young daughter of the forest-wrecking family, and she fell in
love with him, to Cendrus’s chagrin. The girl brought him home with her, fed
and clothed him, and such.

 

After he heard of marriage, he fled like a hare that saw a wolf. He ran, and ran, and ran, and ran.

 

Artwork

N/A until I 3D render a skin