Nicknames: Raulin Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Alive
Height: 5ft 11" Weight: 75 kg Body Type: Relatively stocky, not overtly muscular. Eyes: A dark shade of green. Hair: Reddish-brown hair. Skin: White, lightly tanned. Markings: A small, white scar on the nape of the neck, as well as a long scar running down the left-side of his jaw. Health: Good, well-fed, slightly drunk at most times. Personality: Very quiet when it comes to conversations, he prefers to listen to others rather than speak himself. Can be sociable at times, but appears to brood when by his lonesome about his father and the rest of his family.
Deity: The Creator. Alliance/Nation/Home: The House of VonSchlichten Job/Class: Tutor and labourer Title(s): N/A Profession(s): N/A Special Skill(s): Drinking Flaw(s): Easily angered when it comes to the subject of his parents, his lack of a father-figure in his life has made him bitter towards others with happy families, and anger at his father for leaving his mother.
Fighting Style: Bare-knuckled. Trained Weapon: Staff, short-sword Favoured Weapon: Staff Archery: N/A
Parents: Saul VonSchichten Siblings: N/A Children: N/A Extended Family: Uncles Gestahl and Mandru, grandfather Reinhardt. Cousins Rosalyn, Shia, Saul II, Alexander the Elder, and Alex the Younger (adopted) Pet(s): N/A
Raulin was born out of wedlock. A bastard. His mother, a barmaid, had fallen pregnant with him after meeting a stranger travelling with the VonSchicten Company. 9 Months later, a child was born. But at a cost. Raulin's mother, who shall remain unnamed, gave her life for the bastard child of her lover. Raulin had no one, with his mother dead, and a missing father in his life: he was juggled around families across Oren constantly. Always being sent from one house to the next every few years once he became unwanted. As Raulin turned to his fourteenth day-of-birth, he had left his final family. Travelling to Abresi, Raulin picked up many jobs: Carpenter's Assistant, farmhand, messenger, and even as a librarians assistant. But sadly, none of these jobs held an interest to him as he wandered on through the kingdom towards Abresi.
It was only when Raulin turned 15 had he really started to put some thought into the identity of his father, he knew his father was involved with the VonSchlichtens -whoever they were- and that he was travelling with their company. Questions constantly clouded his once clear mind, often unable to concentrate on his work. What was his father's first name? Was he a servant for the VonSchlichtens? Why had he left his mother to die a painful and lonely death. It seemed for every question he thought of, more new questions were spurred on.
Years later, Raulin would travel to the small island of Gallmore after hearing word of there being a "VonCo" business working there. On the island, he met his uncles: Gestahl and Mandru... And his estranged grandfather Reinhardt, the very man to have betrayed Raulin's father Saul. And yet, there was no sign of Saul on this quiet island in the ocean... Well, quiet apart from the shouts and curses from Reinhardt from his tower.
Months after his arrival to Gallmore, Raulin had to move on again. He had picked up no clues whatsoever on the whereabouts of his father, and so he hid upon a trade ship leaving Gallmore: full of VonSchlichten wine barrels. Naturally, Raulin drank his fill of these barrels before falling off the side of the ship, and washing back onto the mainland with little to no memory of the past year. So, with a belly full of sour wine, our hero set off for the realm's longest pub crawl- still with the intention of finding Saul, of course.
After his legendary pub-crawl, filled with brawls, women, and ale... and more ale, Raulin found himself at the Fringe- away from the "comforts" of Anthos, but ever eager to find his father, and the poision he had grown so fond of. And so, he began searching for both his House of VonSchlichten and his father Saul.