Brent Morrigan

[Lvke 1000]

Character Name
Nicknames: None as of yet
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Homeless, without a penny to his name, currently trying to remember his childhood

Description
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 92 kilograms
Body Type: Barrel build, very strong, but lacking in speed and manoeuvrability.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Messy, unkempt and ragged
Skin: Caucasian, but with the look of a farmer.
Markings/Tattoos: None as of yet
Health: About as healthy as a man with no previous memory and living on the streets can be.
Personality: Quite confident in himself, with a lot of pride. However, is quite confused due to the fact his memory has been wiped. He remembers only the basic actions such as speak, movement, and archery.
Inventory: Nothing but the raggedy clothes on his back.
Further Details: His left arm is slightly deformed from the stress placed on it since he was a young child from the act of pulling back bowstrings. His left arm is also wrapped in muscle, as his his shoulder, giving him a slightly lopsided appearance. The rest of his body is strong too, as pulling back the heavy draw weight is no small task. His beard is full and black, as with his hair.

Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral.
Deity*: Unknown.
Religion: Unknown.
Alliance/Nation/Home: Unknown.
Job/Class: Unknown.
Title(s): Unknown.
Profession(s): Unknown.
Special Skill(s): Due to a lifetime of pulling back the heavy bowstrings of longbows, he has drilled the muscle memory in further
Flaw(s):

Magic*
Current Status: Has no idea about magic
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Weaponry
Fighting Style: Hit them before they can get to him with a bow, or just hit them below the belt, taking every advantage possible.
Trained Weapon: Longbow
Favoured Weapon: Longbow
Archery: Up to a very proficient standard, but needs to be retrained to get to it's previous point.

Biography
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Children: Unknown
Extended Family: Unknown
Pet(s): None

History

 

(His pre-memory loss history will be added as he rediscovers it)

 

Brent knows nothing of his history, the world, or what happened. All he knows is that his head is throbbing painfully, and all he has is a fine beard, some rough clothes, and not a penny on his being. As he crawls away from the trees, he looks with a sense of awe and fascination at the town of Kingston, the large walls almost magical to his blank mind. He groans, running a hand through his dark, matted hair, frowning at the red and sticky patch of red on his hands afterwards. He desperately searches for his name, his mind blank to it, and he sighs, muttering a random string of words under his breath. Two of the words stuck and he had his name for the time being

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