Fantasy snowblind | character sheets

[vanquishable]

hello, hello! i've come up with a character sheet that's fairly simple--not too too many bells and whistles.

one little note--i think that magic is a part of this universe, in case you wanted to make it a part of your character. however, i think that not very many people would practice magic, and also that magic would be pretty low-power--think household stuff, like maybe your dishes do themselves or things like that.

anyway, here we go!

basics
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Occupation:
Appearance (can include picture, but I’d prefer a written description):

persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand:
Personality:
History:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:

extras
Possessions (can include, say, personal effects and trade goods):
Most Embarrassing Memory (not required but good fun):
Anything I’ve Missed:

 

[graphic_biscuit]

basics

Name: Delilah Morris
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: A farmer and merchant. (She sells the crops she grows.)
Appearance (can include picture, but I’d prefer a written description):
Delilah has dark, shoulder-length, often disheveled raven hair that contrasts with her moss green eyes. A few light freckles are dotted across the bridge of her nose, spreading to her cheeks. Her skin is pale, yet her lips are a natural rosy color.

Delilah is fairly small in frame and a little bit on the short side, measuring at 5'3. She dislikes uncomfortable and awkward clothes, so she tends to dress simply. The clothing she's wearing as she arrived at Fool's Errand is a long-sleeved beige dress that fell to her mid-calf, including a dark brown wrap that was fastened around her waist. A black, hooded cloak is draped over her shoulders, and at the bottom, she wore umber boots that helped her treck through the snow-covered land.
(here's a picture just for extra reference)

persona

What Brings You to Fool’s Errand:
Delilah sought out for Fool's Errand to barter with their local merchants, hoping to trade some of her home-grown crops for rare seeds and whatever items she may find. Winter had swept through her town, leaving merchants and other farmers without any money or things to sell. She made the slightly dangerous treck up to the small, whimsical town, only to find herself stuck within it.
Personality:
Delilah is a loving and loyal gal with a huge heart. She fights for what she believes is right, and is always there to support those she loves and cares about. At times she can act aloof and reckless, accidentally hurting other or herself in the process, but her heart is in the right place. She may seem a little submissive when first introduced to her, but in time, she'll be her outgoing and caring self.

When faced with an issue or challenge, Delilah will try her damn best to resolve it. Delilah can be a very valuable companion when it comes to personal relationships or if it involves business, she is helpful all around.

Delilah does have a habit of keeping things to herself, such as if something bothers her or what she thinks about someone. She'll never admit anything is wrong unless you're someone close to her and she has put her trust in you.

If a situation involving herself and a loved one has become either life or death, Delilah would not think twice to sacrifice herself. It's a cliche noble hero trope, I know, but she really values others over herself. It's a caring but an ultimately destructive habit.
History:
Delilah grew up in a fairly large town that was built several miles away from the snowcapped mountains that loomed over the land. Her parents were both farmers, well-known in the community for their crops and their family heritage that was tied to the town. No one ever went hungry as long as the Morris family planted crops. The legacy of the Morris' seemed to live on once Delilah came into the world. She was fascinated with plants and nature, constantly helping her folks out whenever it came time to replant crops and harvest them. Delilah, though, had a strange ability her parents called a 'green thumb.' This 'talent' of her's stayed within their home, never discussed where anyone else could hear.

Delilah's parents soon grew older and passed away, as most people do. Her work never wavered, though, she was determined to let the Morris legacy live on. She bottled up her emotions and focused on what was more important. She worked continuously, devoting most of her adult life keeping the farm and the crops alive. She never attempted to settle down or make that many friends. Her life was based around the little farm she called home. Her farm recently has had a lack of customers, which has made her attempt to spread her services to the mountain folk.
Likes:
✧ Plants
✧ Close friends
✧ Wildlife
✧ Helping others
✧ Reading
✧ Writing (occasionally)
✧ Exploring
Dislikes:
✧ Cold climates
✧ Doing nothing
✧ Unreliable people
✧ Being overwhelmed/unable to focus
✧ Talking about emotions
Skills:
Has years of experience in farming and tending to various animals.
A good negotiator, for she bartered and traded for years.
Decent survival skills.
Has a minuscule ability to maintain a plant's health and assist it with growth. (a little bit a magic in my life-)

extras

Possessions (can include, say, personal effects and trade goods):
✧ A worn rucksack
✧ A small hunting knife
✧ A large sack filled with crops
✧ Water and a small number of dried meats and bread
✧ A compass
✧ A torn up map that is no longer useful

Most Embarrassing Memory (not required but good fun):
Whilst carrying a bag of crops to one of her neighbors, one of Delilah's regular customers grabbed her shoulder to get her attention, which ultimately resulted with the crops on the ground and her fist colliding with the man's jaw. Let's just say that he had many discounts to use for crops and such after that event.
Anything I’ve Missed:
Nope, you've got yourself a small freckled bean that tends to clock people in the jaw.

 

[Maree]

Bjorn Yngouf

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted

Basics
Name: Bjorn Yngouf
Age: 23
Gender: male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: The healer’s apprentice

Appearance:
Compared to most of the males in Fool’s Errand, Bjorn appears much more slender and lean. This makes him appear a bit more delicate. Though he is quite fit even if his muscles aren’t as prominent as the others. Despite this, he is also relatively tall standing at six feet and two inches. His skin is fair with pink undertones

Bjorn has a diamond shaped face that is dusted with freckles and is often described as too kind looking. He has a defined nose and relatively thin lips but not too thin. His most prominent features are his eyes which are a breathtaking baby blue. His hair is a soft dirty hair that is often kept short and messily styled.

persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: He was born and raised in the town.

Personality:
Bjorn enjoys making social and emotional connections with others. He takes his responsibilities seriously and is always willing to help others. He enjoys taking on roles without the town which allow him to participate in a meaningful way, so long as he knows he is valued and appreciated. Bjorn respects his elders but also wants to be in a position of power himself so he can make sure things are always organised.

Bjorn is supportive and outgoing which means he is often found chatting with strangers in the inn. He truly enjoys meeting new people and learning of their stories. He is often the one who steps up to calm down tension between the villagers and outsiders as he believes that everyone should be welcome.

History:
Bjorn was born to a loving mother and father in the lovely village of Fool’s Errand. Growing up his life wasn’t ever that eventful by the town's standards. As soon as he could walk he was given a mini pickaxe but it was always quite apparent that he was never going to go down that path. He was always thinner than the boys his age and was never really interested in playing ‘see who can go the furthest into the mine before they got scared. He used to play potions with his twin sister instead. It was basically getting a bunch of random stuff chucking it in a bucket and pretending that it caused certain things. Cinnamon bark, Anchovies and snow turned the drinker into a wolf and so on.

It came as no surprise when Bjorn was taken in by the village healer as their apprentice. His father was a bit annoyed that he wouldn’t be working with him in the mines but was also happy that the role didn’t go to some newcomer. Every day he would wake before the birds began to chirp so he could meet his mentor on the mountaintop. He didn’t know why it was that way but they would sit in silence until the sun started to rise and only then would they start their journey. He spent years learning from his mentor before he was even able to give a patient medicine. Then even longer before he was actually allowed to work on one. It was a slow process but he wouldn’t have it any other way. There was always more to learn and even more to discover.

But little over a year ago disaster struck Bjorn's family. His twin sisters locket was found just outside the lower woods. When it was brought to his family they knew that she was gone. It was theorized that she had gone out for a walk late at night and probably got lost in the dark. It was possible that wolves might have gotten her but there was no signs of blood but it had also snowed quite heavily. The only reason they had found it was because it had been caught on a tree branch. They never did find her body or any other signs of her.

Likes:
♥ Meeting new people
♥ Helping heal everything from injuries to broken hearts
♥ Mugs of mead
♥ Hot mugs of mulled wine
♥ Sittin by a warm fire
♥ Spring

Dislikes:
♥ Being snowed in
♥ Long winters
♥ Going into the mines
♥ Going hungry
♥ Not being able to help people.

Skills:
♥ Can heal almost any wound
♥ Hunting
♥ Bartering
♥ High Stamina
♥ Advaned plant knowledge

extras
Possessions:
♥ A dagger that is always attached to his hip
♥ Waterskin
♥ Emergency healing supplies
♥ Some dried meat and nuts.

Most Embarrassing Memory: Once while working he was sorting jars of liquid and one fell on his head and smashed. Said liquid called his skin to erupt with terrible boils. He had to stay like that for two days until his mentor could make him a cream to fix it.

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[vanquishable]

Here's my girl Jeanne! I might use her a little less, since I'll also be playing several NPCs, but I thought it'd be weird if I didn't have a character myself.

basics
Name: Jeanne Fairchild
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Orientation: Gay
Occupation: Jill of All Trades
Appearance: Jeanne is a tall, stocky woman with rugged features. Her hair is a long, snarled dishwater blonde that she pins into... somewhat erratic configurations in order to keep it out of her grey eyes. Jeanne wears practical clothing in materials such as wool and waxed canvas, and has little consideration for fashion. She prefers to dress in darker colors, such as reds and greens. She bears various scars with various origins, is missing several teeth, and is slightly deaf in her left ear. She would be quite a sight, if her frequent, companionable smile didn’t tie it all together somehow.

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persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: Jeanne received several very large sacks of dry millet as payment for doing maintenance on a certain farmer’s barns. She found this preponderance of millet difficult to sell, as the market in her area was absolutely glutted with the stuff. On the advice of a friend, Jeanne hit the road for Fool’s Errand, where, she was told, dry grain always fetches a good price.
Personality: Jeanne is a very driven, determined person. She is bound to making a decent, honest living for herself from her work as a handywoman, even if people tell her that, as a woman, she shouldn’t be doing that sort of work, or wandering around all independent like that. She also holds herself to a strict moral code, mostly centering around fairness and good treatment of others and herself. She isn’t shy about holding others to the same standards, and will feel free to call somebody out if she feels they are behaving badly. She can be argumentative at times, and she has a tendency to get into scrapes--her moral code doesn’t stop her from getting a little rowdy at times. Though always polite on a basic level, Jeanne is always good for a dirty joke, a friendly tussle, or a game of cards...though she can never quite resist cheating.
History: Jeanne was brought up on a small homestead several miles out from a small farming village. She was an independent, curious young child, who always wanted to know how everything was done so that she could do it herself. Many people would have been delighted to have such a capable child as this, but Jeanne’s father was not one of them. He wanted Jeanne to keep her focus on ‘women’s work,’ and groomed her to take care of him in his old age. He didn’t like Jeanne’s ambition, nor her affection for girls, and he wasn’t afraid to try and beat it out of her. In her teenage years, Jeanne finally had enough of his nonsense, and walked right off of that farm, never to return. She drifted about for a few years, picking up skills and scraping out a living. Eventually, she became quite adept, and the money got fairly good. Her caravan, stacked with supplies and draped with bells, became a welcome sight in several cities in the north... until one day, somebody paid her in several large sacks of millet, and she decided to sell it to the mountain folk...
Likes: Cold weather, warm soup, having something to do, women, dirty jokes, justice, bawdy limericks.
Dislikes: Stagnation, fish, artisan’s guilds, taxation without representation, men who think that they know everything, millet.
Skills: Carpentry, wagon maintenance, horse care, first aid, trade, basic masonry, and barrel-making. Can drink you under the table... or at least she says she can.

extras
Possessions: Bag containing a medium-large amount of coin (useless), several hairpins, flask of strong alcohol, pack of playing cards, hunting knife, bow and quiver of arrows, covered wagon, two draft horses, various construction supplies, several very large sacks of dry millet.
Most Embarrassing Memory: Once got drunk and declared herself ‘queen of bar brawls.’ To make a long story short... she woke up the next day in a room above the tavern, being tended by the proprietor’s son--she’d blacked both her eyes and lost... more than one tooth. And she was desperately hungover to boot.
Anything I’ve Missed: Cannot do magic and is terrified of people who can.

 

[epicstar]

basics
Name: Casey Nichols
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Unemployed, looking for work
Appearance: Pale-ish, light brown hair, gray eyes, average height and weight

persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: Survival

Personality: Serious, but loving. He followed his mother's example of being emotionless. but occasionally he will let his true emotions show. As bad as it sounds, Casey has been a happier person since his mother died. He is used to taking problems into his own hands and using his resources to solve it. He is very upfront with his emotions.

History: Casey's parents ran a large business his mother had started the company sold seeds and had branches extending far from the city in which it was based. The family was supposed to be traveling to a city past Fool's Errand to set up another branch, but they were attacked before they got there. A professional assassin had disguised herself as a bodyguard and had killed both of Casey's parents. The assassin's employer turned out to be the owner of the Nichols company's main competitor. He had mercy on Casey, and said that if Casey agreed to give him the rights to the company, the assassin's employer would let them live on one condition. They would go to Fool's Errand with nothing but a fairly large sum of money and live out their lives quietly there. Casey agreed. He had recently arrived and is still figuring out how to keep his siblings safe.

Likes: His family, financial safety, magic (even though he hasn't learned how to use it)
Dislikes: Extreme temperatures, being ignored, being dirty
Skills: Knows how to run a business, can trade and barter pretty well.

extras
Possessions: Some cash in a satchel, a halberd that was given to him by a bodyguard.
Most Embarrassing Memory: I'll think of one later.

Siblings
-June Nichols: 14 years old. Even before their parents died, June suffered from depression. She feels like she's a burden to Casey and thinks she should be doing something to help him. This often leads her to feel useless.

-Mark Nichols: 10 years old. Despite the dire circumstances, Mark is optimistic and full of enthusiasm. He's charismatic and constantly full of energy. He's obsessed with learning how to fight so he can one day avenge his parents.

 

[Suyasuya]

basics
Name: Kallon Shermer
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Biromantic
Occupation: No particular job, but he's willing to do odd-jobs and dabble in just about anything
Appearance: Kallon is of about average height at 5'8'', but his gangly frame gives the illusion that he is taller than he actually is. Thick and curly black hair, windswept from the trek up to Fool's Errand, contrast his warm and homely brown eyes. His features are rather youthful - smooth but also a little awkward. He has a mischievous look to him, or perhaps that's just the big lopsided smile he tends to wear. He wears a simple outfit of a brown waistcoat over a cream-coloured shirt, dark brown pants, and short black boots. He clearly didn't really come prepared for the harsh winter weather.

persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: A foolish dare. It actually wasn't a dare so much as somebody mentioning the rumours of how difficult it is to get to and away from Fool's Errand, and he took it as a personal challenge.
Personality: Gregarious, excitable, and quite the chatterbox, Kallon could become a nightmare for the less social folk, as the idea of personal boundaries tends not to reach his radar. He always seems to be high on life, unfailingly keen to try new things and explore new sights, but he's most eager to meet and befriend new people. His tendency to act on impulse and not think things through makes it easy to not consider him the sharpest weapon in the armoury, but his heart is in the right place and he's very earnest in his desire to help and be close to others.
History: Born to an alchemist and a farmer-turned-herbalist, Kallon was expected to follow in their footsteps as an apothecary. Alas, it was not to be, as his rash thinking and lack of coordination led to many accidents in his father's lab, and he was no longer trusted to pick plants when he almost accidentally poisoned a client. Feeling a bit like a failure, he remained determined to do his parents proud, even if it was in other fields. He began to throw himself at every opportunity he found, but was mostly met with failure. His latest endeavour started when he overheard some locals talking about Fool's Errand, the treacherous path that nobody returns from. Well! That sounded like a challenge he should partake in! If he got there and back, that'd be an achievement, wouldn't it? So without much more thought beyond that, he set off.
Likes: Chatting; exploring; upbeat music; dancing; festivities; the sound of his own voice; helping out; proving himself
Dislikes: Being alone; seeing others seem lonely (even if they are, in fact, simply intorverted); silence; being idle; small spaces; being told he can't do things
Skills: Does having unending optimism and willingness to try things in the face of failure count as a skill? What about the ability to talk your ear off?

extras
Possessions: He didn't think to bring much, but he at least has some money and a really big stick he found on the way.
Most Embarrassing Memory: He has had many embarrassing moments in his life, it's hard to pick a stand-out!
Anything I’ve Missed: Nope!

 

[Lord Mitmar]

Name: Dawn O'Hara
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation: Homosexual
Occupation: Flamboyant entertainer by day, opportunistic thief by night.
Appearance: Dawn has never been a particularly imposing figure. She stands just short of 5'4", and despite her lithe, athletic build she won't exactly be winning her share of brawls. Her features could never quite be called soft, but their harsh lines do come with a sort of roguish charm, especially so when paired with the sly smile that so often finds a home in place of her usual cocky grin. Her hair, cut to fall just above the base of her neck, is the same striking red colour that has run in her family for as long as anyone can remember. Her naturally pale skin has since been tanned to a more fair degree, though the freckling that covers nearly all of her body still stands out almost as much as the sharp emerald of her eyes. Her wardrobe is utilitarian and a bit drab, and everything from her worn riding boots to the old deer hide cloak she insists on wearing everywhere do just as much to signal her lack of wealth as the pitifully empty coin pouch that rests against her hip.

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Persona​

What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: The O'Hara's have been on the road for most of their lives. They go wherever the wind leads them, stopping whenever they reach a town for a bit of rest. They've never stopped hoping they may find a place to stay, but the persecution that forced them to leave their real home seems to follow in their every step. Dawn is constantly on the hunt for people to win over with a performance or two. She's always trying to vary her shows, and she's willing to try anything from song and dance to storytelling to elaborate games that would be more at home at a travelling circus than in the local taverns. Fool's Errand just so happens to be home to quite a few people who could use some real entertainment!

Personality: Excitable, companionable, and far too flirtations for her own good, Dawn could best be described as a trickster who's lost all sense of her humility. She's not afraid to bounce around like a child when she wants to, and if she does have a serious side, she's never shown it. One of the few bonuses to being driven from your home by people who hate you is that you get good at taking things just as well as you can give them, and Dawn has become incredibly good at both. If she decides someone needs their feathers ruffled, there isn't much anyone can do to stop her. She doesn't bother hiding what she thinks of someone, and she's bested more than a few potential opponents through sheer force of bravado alone, which is good, because fighting isn't really her speciality. Granted, she knows how, and she can be just as lethal as an opponent twice her size if she manages some lucky hits, but, then again, it doesn't take a veteran to do some damage with a knife. Especially when they're willing to cheat.

History: Born half a world away from the frozen nightmare that is Fool's Errand, Dawn, not to mention her twin brother, Sean, have been through more adventure than most people see in their entire lives. The two have never left each other's side for more than a day, and the unbreakable bond that lies between them is just as easy to spot as they are. Their lives, while certainly fun and usually carefree, haven't exactly been easy. Their family faced constant hatred for their ancestral ties and were constantly alienated when they moved from their economically broken homeland to the more promising mainland, but, knowing full well that they couldn't return home, they endured. The twins' parents, along with many other similarly hated minorities, were murdered by paranoid, hateful workers who thought the recent increase in immigration was putting their livelihoods at risk. This cold-blooded fate hit hard, but the twins bounced back with a cocky vengeance and the two have all but embraced the hatred they still face. Dawn, in particular, threw all caution to the wind ages ago, and has been living by a code of defiance and joy ever since. When someone tries to keep her down, she doesn't kneel, she fights back, be it through words or fists, and when someone tells her she can't go through the front door, well, she finds another way in. Her eternal search for adventure has led her to every corner of the map but one. The frigid land of the mountain folk.

Likes: Sean, the jingle of coin, performing, the open road, adventure, and a little bit of chaos!

Dislikes: Sean, rules, regulations, laws in general, people who hide what they are or what they want, and oddly enough, the ocean.

Skills: Can argue down the most stubborn of people, can out-gamble the most foolish, can trick the most clever, and can probably outrun nearly anyone. Probably. Also happens to be quite the musician.

Extras​

Possessions: A somewhat (remarkably) worn iron dagger inscribed with the phrase "Remember, love, that you will always beat even the darkest of nights." given to her by her father, a coin purse that may as well be empty, a set of well-loved lockpicks, a skeleton key, a set of dice, and Sean's 'missing' hide gloves.

Most Embarrassing Memory: Have you ever had a door close behind you when you thought you'd propped it open? Well, Dawn has. A very heavy, very locked door that she wasn't supposed to be behind. The bar's owner was more amused than angry to find her there, trying to pick the door's lock from the other side, a small pile of dropped tools floating about in the small pond of beer that had pooled up to her ankles after she'd dropped the keg she'd meant to sneak off with in surprise at the door's terrifying slam. It took a bit of sweet talking, but he did let her off the hook. After she'd promised to pay for the wasted drink. It wasn't exactly her finest hour. At least Sean never found out... Yet.

Tattoos: Like many performers and people proud to be different, Dawn has taken to the ink that most people see as, at best, distasteful. Luckily enough, it just so happens that Sean knows his way around the ink kit. An artistic rendition of a falcon, coloured in three vibrant stripes of green, white, and orange, covers much of her left shoulder blade, while a series of deep black runes on her right forearm spell out her brother's name in their ancestral language.

Anything I’ve Missed: Unlike most, Dawn is much more comfortable using her left hand to do pretty much anything. And unlike her brother, her accent is extremely sharp and would be impossible to miss. While some people would baulk at being so easily identified as a foreigner, Dawn wears it like a badge of honour, and her piercing gaze manages to silently dare anyone she meets to question her unusual dialect.

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Name: Sean O'Hara
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Boxer whenever someone wants to fight, amateur tattooist, and a decent enough carpenter and survivalist.
Appearance: Tall, brawny, and obviously an experienced fighter, Sean couldn't look much more different than his sister, despite, well, being twins. He cuts an intimidating figure, built more for taking a beating than avoiding one, and certainly capable of returning the favour. His features are just as bold as his sister's, though that sharp definition looks a bit less unusual on him than it does her. His hair, which is abnormally light compared to the usual O'Hara scarlet, is always cut rather short, though that's more to keep anything from obstructing the dark blue of his eyes than to keep in any sort of fashion. His facial hair is much like the rest of it; short, orangish red, and more than a bit of a scruffy mess. His skin, while naturally even lighter than his sister's, manages to hold a tan much better than her which leaves him with a fairly average tone. His usual outfit, a simple combination of thick brown working boots, grey wool or cotton trousers, and a faded blue full-sleeved shirt that just manages to match his eyes, is in what an exceptionally kind person would call 'poor repair'. Which is to say it's very, very worn.

Persona​

What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: The O'Hara's have been on the road for most of their lives. They go wherever the wind leads them, stopping whenever they reach a town for a bit of rest. They've never stopped hoping they may find a place to stay, but the persecution that forced them to leave their real home seems to follow in their every step. Sean is constantly tasked with keeping his sister, Dawn, out of trouble and, occasionally, supplementing the casual, friendly fun her shows bring with some more, well, physical entertainment. He's brawled with the best and, while he may not exactly win every fight, he does have an infuriating tendency to get back up no matter how many times he's been knocked down. Defiance runs in the family. He hopes to find a place to settle down at some point, but for now, he's happy enough to travel the world with what's left of his family. Even if that family happens to be Dawn. Right now, that means making the exhausting march to Fool's Errand, which, seems like a bit of a, well, fool's errand. But who knows? Maybe the locals will enjoy seeing a few fists fly for once!

Personality: Infuriatingly easy to get along with, just a wee bit argumentative, and always willing to end a fight in good spirits, Sean may share a part of his sister's bravado, but that's where the similarities end. Where she loves to argue over anything and everything with anyone who's fool enough to listen, Sean prefers to stay on people's good side. Always looking for a new drinking partner, he spends a great deal of his time making sure the people around him are as happy as they can be. He's a protective sort, willing to take the kind of abuse that would make a nun take up arms, be it verbal, physical, or otherwise, as long as it means no one else is targeted. He's been known to jump into unfair street fights like he were there the entire time. While it may seem impossible to get under his skin, he does have a weak spot. Insults against his sister or comments about their foreign origin wound him like a blade to the stomach. He's willing to take a few light-hearted jabs, but anything more than that and you'd better be willing to back your bark with some serious bite.

History: Born half a world away from the frozen nightmare that is Fool's Errand, Sean, not to mention his twin sister, Dawn, have been through more adventure than most people see in their entire lives. The two have never left each other's side for more than a day, and the unbreakable bond that lies between them is just as easy to spot as they are. Their lives, while certainly fun and usually carefree, haven't exactly been easy. Their family faced constant hatred for their ancestral ties and were constantly alienated when they moved from their economically broken homeland to the more promising mainland, but, knowing full well that they couldn't return home, they endured. The twins' parents, along with many other similarly hated minorities, were murdered by paranoid, hateful workers who thought the recent increase in immigration was putting their livelihoods at risk. This cold-blooded fate hit hard, but the twins bounced back with a cocky vengeance and the two have all but embraced the hatred they still face. Sean, always the more touchy of the two, didn't recover quite as well as his sister, yet he still forges on with an iron determination to find a place where he can live without worry about the history of his blood or the way he talked. That endless search has led him to every corner of the map but one. The frigid land of the mountain folk.

Likes: Drinking, Dawn, a good fight, drinking, protecting the less fortunate, song, seeing people band together, and drinking!

Dislikes: Dawn, those who refuse to help others, those who abuse their power or neglect their responsibility, and dwelling on the past.

Skills: Punching things, drinking things, lifting things, breaking things, building things, and tattooing.

Extras​

Possessions: A large cloth rucksack containing a few days' worth of food, a leather pouch filled with a set of hollow shark's teeth and various dyes for his hobbyist attempts at tattooing, a short arming sword and tattered brown scabbard, and a small poetry booklet.

Most Embarrassing Memory: Why sit here and mull over the past while we could be making use of the present? Alright, alright, fine! There was that one time Dawn had walked into their shared camp only to find Sean lounging a bit too close to the fire, drunkenly attempting to tattoo a copy of the night sky into a chunk of hardtack. The really unfortunate bit? It wasn't even past midday. Still, he saw nothing wrong with a particularly bright night. Still, it all worked out in the end, Dawn even asked him to show her what wonders of art he could manage when he was actually somewhat sober.

Tattoos: A string of simple, but well done night black runes, his sister's name in their first language, run down the length of his left forearm, ending in the image of an artistic, mist-shrouded rising sun.

Anything I’ve Missed: While it's nowhere near as obvious as his sister's, his accent is still distinctly unusual, and would be rather difficult to miss even if it isn't easy to place. His hands are permanently scratched and calloused from years of fighting.

 

[loftilyhonest]

basics

Name: Keaton Packard
Age: 23
Gender: Cismale. He/him.
Orientation: Bisexual.
Occupation: The innkeeper of his family's inn, The Hen's Roost.
Appearance: Standing at 5'8" with muscles that have become toned from years of hard labor, Keaton can seem intimidating at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, one can see that he is not intimidating at all. Everything about him is casual. He carries himself with a slight, relaxed slouch and a neutral expression. His wheat brown hair, cut just around the tip of his ear, is ruffled and styled neither here nor there, with the only exception being his short side-swept bangs. His skin tone is a light tan that speaks of a modest, hard-working life. However, his most unassuming feature are his eyes. Keaton's eyes are dark amber brown and carry an indiscriminate spark of teasing sarcasm. In general, he has an approachable air.

Keaton needs to wear durable fabrics that can endure intense physical labor. His fabric of choice is wool. Upon entering Fool's Errand, he was wearing a slightly oversized beige wool sweater, a pair of dark brown wool pants, worn wool gloves, and sturdy leather boots. The pants have a few patches on them, especially in the knee area. Keaton doesn't particularly care for fashion, though. As long as what he's wearing is comfortable, durable, and tolerable, he'll live.

Some of his other noticeable features include his callused hands, the tiny scars all over his arms and legs, and the scar he has just above his right eyebrow.

Spoiler: additional visual ref for the boy

If you turn that frown upside down and give him a slight tan you've got yourself a Keaton :^)c

persona

What Brings You to Fool’s Errand:

Keaton came to Fool's Errand to find a Snowshoe Roan for his family as their previous draft horse had died a few days prior. Though Fool's Errand was far from the loose rural community he grew up in, his family heard good things about the Snowshoe Roan and wanted to have that sort of reliable draft horse. He resisted going at first, insisting that he should stay home and mind the inn, but his brothers forced him to go. Unable to argue against them, he went.

Personality:

• Keaton is an easygoing guy who doesn't sweat the small stuff. He never lets himself get stressed over much. In his mind, anything that happens can always be fixed. Therefore, it's more productive to use his energy on fixing the problem instead of worrying about it. He takes day-to-day life as it comes.
• That's not to say that he's lazy. A lifetime sweating under the sun drained that out of him. Keaton hates idling. There's always something to be done, whether it's work or hanging around with friends.
• He's quite friendly. He enjoys talking to other people and joking around with them, always ready with a quick comment or a teasing jab. He doesn't mind if anyone teases him back as long as it's all in good fun. He has thick skin when it comes to those sorts of things. If the jokes are more than jokes, though...
• You better be ready to back up your bark with some bite. Keaton is good at keeping his emotions in check, but when someone grievously insults him or his family he'll start looking for a fight.
  • If you do end up in a fight with him... be careful. When he hits, he hits hard. Talk shit, get hit.
• Keaton treats people based on how they've treated him. It doesn't matter if you're a prince or a pauper -- if you treat him like trash, he'll treat you like trash.
• He doesn't care what people think, though. Keaton has confidence in himself. He's not arrogant, but he does think highly of himself. That confidence combined with dead stubborness leads him to do what he wants when he wants, even if it may be a terrible idea. He doesn't know the meaning of the word "quit". He's a determined person who will put his all into everything he does so that he can look back at it with pride.
• He'd rather make mistakes and know than not know at all.
• Keaton is blunt. He'll say what he thinks without reservation. It's not meant to be rude -- he just thinks it's better if he states his thoughts directly instead of pussyfooting around the subject. He'll say what people need to hear even if they don't want to hear it so they can get their lives together.
• Practicality defines his entire life. If something is unneeded for a life on the farm, he won't pursue it. Simple as that.
• The only people who can crack his hard-headed nature are his family. If they say that he has to do something, he'll do it even if he doesn't want to. He figures that they gave him a good life and raised him well, so doing their errands is the least he can do.
• To summarize: Keaton Packard is a relaxed country boy who likes talking with others and doing what he wants, even if it may lead him into bad situations. He'll keep reaching for his goals until he gets them.

History:

Keaton was born in the middle of rural nowhere. The Hen's Roost was separated from its neighbors by miles and miles of endless farmland. Nonetheless, being located a little ways away from a road, the inn still received the occasional traveler and -- most importantly -- neighbors looking for cheap drinks and meals. This sparse local business was enough to keep Mr. and Mrs. Packard running it. However, they couldn't do it all themselves, so they enlisted the help of their six children. Growing up, Keaton and his five brothers spent countless hours helping run the inn. As the youngest, he was at first delegated to the menial tasks. He fed the animals, swept the rooms, and chopped wood. However, he quickly displayed a natural aptitude for managing multiple aspects of the inn while keeping a level head. Not only that, but he genuinely enjoyed the work, too. As the years went on and his brothers left for bigger towns, Keaton took on more and more responsibilities until he was practically running the business by the time he was 18. That "practically" became a reality two years later when Mr. and Mrs. Packard handed The Hen's Roost over to him completely. He accepted the honor whole-heartedly. Keaton always loved the inn. He loved talking to people and making them feel welcome, and so taking over the inn was only a natural progression of that.

Keaton could confidently say that he was content with his life. He lived in a nice house, had a good job, and knew great people. He didn't go to school -- the local school was miles away from the inn, and the Packards had neither the resources nor the time to send their sons there -- but his mother taught him the basics of how to read, write, and do arithmetic, which was all that he needed to know. All in all, he had nothing to complain about. It was a fine life.

... Until the family horse died, that is. When the Packards' draft horse died, they faced the loss of a large chunk of their harvest without the means to properly gather it. It was decided that another horse must be acquired immediately. Though Keaton wanted to stay to maintain the inn, his elder brothers, who had come to visit for two weeks, insisted that they were too busy to make the long trek to Fool's Errand. So Keaton begrudgingly dragged himself to the mountain town in a wagon full of several sacks of wheat from the previous harvest, hoping to come back home as soon as possible.

Likes: Wood carving | Pottery | Horses | Warm weather | The wide expanse of the countryside | Being surrounded by people | Drinking with friends |
Dislikes: Cold weather | Whining | Dirty rooms | Too much luxury | Sweets | Reading | Stagnation |

Skills:

• Lifting heavy weights.
• Communication - Thanks to his years as an innkeeper, Keaton is generally good at making people feel welcome.
• Cooking. He's the best in his family, actually.
• Wood-carving.
• Farming.

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Possessions:

• A beaten-down wagon
• His neighbor's draft horse
• Several bags of dried wheat
• A large satchel
  • Pouch of enough money for a week
  • Woodcarving materials - carving knife, gouge, three blocks of soft wood
  • Food - bread, dried fruit, carrots, tomatoes
  • Compass
  • Some cruddy adventure paperback one of his brothers threw at him as he left for Fool's Errand

Most Embarrassing Memory: It was the summer of his 17th year. In the early evening, Keaton and a couple of his buddies went down to the nearby "lake" (or, more accurately, a dip in the plains that occasionally filled up with rainwater) to swim. While there, they met a group of local girls -- including a girl Keaton had a crush on. In his infinite teenage wisdom, he decided to hit on her with a crude pick-up line. However, his infinite teenage wisdom did not see the girl's burly boyfriend sitting in the darkness of the twilight. Needless to say, Keaton got his ass beat. The girl's boyfriend punched him so hard that he fell into the lake and nursed a black eye for days.

He still cringes thinking about it.

Anything I’ve Missed:

• Keaton has an incredibly prominent rural accent. It's the equivalent of the American Southern drawl. He doesn't try to hide it nor is he ashamed of it. In fact, if someone comments negatively on it, he'll lay it on even thicker.

 

[social]

DAPHNE

ELIAS

Basics

by delia__ 6 hours ago
Q: What's my name?
A: My name is Daphne Elias but I was often called Delia in my childhood.

by delia__ 10 hours ago
Q: How old am I?
A: I am 22 years old actually

by delia__ 1 day ago
Q: What's my gender?
A: Female

by delia__ 1 day ago
Q: What's my sexual orientation?
A: Omnisexual

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Q: What's my ethnicity?
A: Answer

delia__ 2 days ago
Q: What do I do at Fool's Errand?
A: I actually came to trade the clothing that I make back at my own village for the textiles that Fool's Errand produces. My family started doing this in the last few years so I decided to take the trip up to the mountains as I've never been up here before.

Looks

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Persona

by delia__ 3 days ago
Q: What are my likes?
A: Answer

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Q: What are my dislikes?
A: Answer

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Q: Any hobbies?
A: Answer

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Q: What are some of my skills?
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Personality

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Biography

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Extras

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[Maree]

Priscilla Estur

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire

basics
Name: Priscilla Estur
Age: twenty-two
Gender: female
Orientation: pansexual
Occupation: Bard or Entertainer
Appearance:
Standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, Priscilla’s frame is tall yet slender with a delicate air to it. Her hair is a fiery red that often cascades down her back in loose waves. Though as soon as she needs to focus she will tie it back in a ponytail with a ribbon that she keeps tied around her wrist. She has pale skin with cool undertones, which of course burn rather easily thanks to her ginger genes. Her eyes are a bit too close together but are made up for in colour by being a beautiful bright green that resembles a lively meadow in the spring.

Her nose is small and button-like on which sit round glasses made from pure gold. Priscilla's eyebrows are naturally well shaped, allowing grooming to be unnecessary. Her lips are bow shaped and naturally tinted pink though they often have a slight shimmer of lip balm applied to them. Her ears are a bit too small and she sometimes has trouble hearing others due to how narrow her ear canals are. Despite being quite thin she is rather muscular thanks to her regularly working out. While she wouldn't be able to take down a large, burly man in hand-to-hand combat, she has good upper body strength and can easily lift her own weight - this allows her to climb quite easily.


persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand:
To put it simply she has stopped at Fool’s Errand on her quest for inspiration. Priscilla is always searching for her next spark of inspiration or next muse. She travels from town to town sharing her craft with the world. Her search for new tales to sing about never ends.

Personality:
If anyone would be found spontaneously breaking into song and dance it would be Priscilla. She often gets caught up in the excitement of a moment and wants others to feel the same way. She is often found using her time to encourage others to chase their dreams with an irresistible style. In her eyes, the world's a stage and she loves the spotlight. With undeniable charisma and wit, she is a very interesting person to have a conversation with as she makes even the plainest small talk sound appealing. Despite her need for attention she also knows that everything isn’t all about her even if it may not seem like it. She is often quite observant and sensitive when it comes to others emotions.

Priscilla also has a keen eye for beauty and potential, knowing something is attractive the moment she sees it. She isn’t afraid to change her surroundings to fit in with her style. Afterall she can’t bring her muses back to a room that isn’t fitting of her. She is also naturally curious, often finding herself exploring things and new ideas. She loves Drama and passion, but not so much the criticism it brings with it. If you criticize anything to do with her you are in for a nasty surprise.

History:
Priscilla was born in the large town of Oakheart. It was referred to as a performance town because there was always a new performance to catch. There were multiple theatre groups running but the main gem of the town was the bards' college. People travelled from far and wide in order to study at the college. It is said to be the best place to learn all about performing. So young Priscilla often spent most of her time sitting outside the college with hopes that she could get a peek inside. One of the things she enjoyed the most was the travellers fair that they would put on. It was mainly a lot of drinking and showing off their best artists but it also included adventures telling their tales in hopes that it would be turned into a song. Even from a young age, she knew that was what she wanted to do.

As soon as Priscilla was old enough to apply she began to study with the elder bards in the college. It was an amazing thing to be apart of and she quickly became one of the best students but she became bored. There was only so much that they could teach her and doing the same songs over and over again got quite dull. One night she decided that she wanted to seek out stories to perform instead of waiting for them to come to her. So she bid her mentors farewell and started on her journey. Priscilla travelled to many places and found many muses to inspire her but it was never good enough. She needed to find the ultimate story to create the best song ever heard. She had created some amazing songs but she wanted to do better.

Likes: Travelling, Performing, Potential muses, drinking, Writing, instruments, wildflowers, fake performers.

Dislikes: Criticism, Snakes, Long winters, Flavourless food, Mead, Lemon added to deserts.

Skills: Singing, Acting, Dancing, Writing, Well versed with many kinds of instruments, Quite good with a dagger.

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Possessions: A few days food, Bedroll, waterskin, mess kit, tinderbox, dagger, 10ft of rope, horse feed, Lute, spare clothing, A beautiful Friesian horse named Merigold.
Most Embarrassing Memory: Once when performing one very drunk member of the audience was so moved by song her that he stumbled forward and puked all over her in the middle of the performance.

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[capMARVELOUS]

basics
Name: Tucker
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Journeyman Storyteller
Appearance: Tucker's appearance is not all that different from the typical elderly gentleman from the southern lands. His skin is a darker shade than most, a result of frequent and often intense exposure to the sun. His face has creases around the mouth and eyes to indicate a lot of time spent smiling, with a wide nose, brown eyes, and a spray of dark marks across his cheeks and nose. His hair, once black, is now almost pure white, and the beard on his jaw is starting to get there.
He's somewhat short, standing at about 5'7", though some of it is probably due to age. While his clothing choices vary based on his current location, here in Fool's Errand, he wears a black, hooded coat lined with thick, soft white fur, a scarf done in faded stripes of blue and yellow, black wool gloves, black wool leggings, and knee-high hide boots. Under his clothes, his body has more than a few scrapes, bruises, and scars, the souvenirs of frequent and hard travel.

persona
What Brings You to Fool’s Errand: Tucker's reasons for coming to Fool's Errand are threefold. He wants to: 1.) add a story from the town to his collection; 2.) find a patch from here to complete his quilt; and 3.) have his life conclude near the top of the world.
Personality: Tucker is like the cocoa he loves to drink: warm and pleasant. He always has a smile and a polite greeting for anybody he comes across, and exhibits his best manners regardless of whether or not others do. When people are sad, he will try to cheer them up, either with a shared glass of cocoa, a joke he heard in his travels, or the offer of a story. He loves to entertain children, and children love him right back, so much so that in some places he's visited, the children ended up calling him "Uncle Tucker" before he left.
There's a bit of a harder edge to Tucker's personality, though. He can defend himself when he needs to, and will stick up for those he counts as friends or good acquaintances. And God help those who pick on or harm the young'uns. The wrath of an old man will come down hard upon those people, in the form of a hard knock to the head with that stick he carries.
History: Born in the southern lands, Tucker grew up with his mother, father, and grandmother. As a child, he fed on the stories that his grandmother told him; stories she had picked up from around the world during her traveling years. When she died, she left him with her three books of stories, which he treasured dearly. On the day he came of age, he decided to set out and continue his grandmother's adventure, collecting even more stories to share with new generations, but with a little something extra. Every village, every country he visited, he would stay for a week, and leave with a story from there penned in his slowly increasing collection of books and a patch. His collection of patches grew, and he stitched them all together to form a quilt. A quilt that one day, he decided, he would be buried in.
So it was for many years. As age slowly crept up on Tucker, he came to the realization that at some point in the near future, he would not be able to travel anymore, and he would, by the laws of nature, have to settle down and, eventually, die. And what better place to do that than the one spot he had not yet visited, the one place that would provide him with the last patch for his quilt and the last story for his collection?
Likes: Sharing/collecting stories | Warm fireplaces | Cocoa | Children | Music
Dislikes: Geese | Alcohol of any sort | Folks who are rude to children | Conventional weapons | His wool leggings
Skills: Great conversationalist | Fast and accurate scribe | Can sew | Can quickly adapt to new environments | Good memory | Surprisingly fast with his stick


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Possessions: An unfinished quilt made of patches from all around the world; a small pack full of thinly-bound books; a goosefeather quill; inkwell; a pipe and tobacco; his walking stick; map and compass
Most Embarrassing Memory: In his younger days, he angered a goose by accident, and it chased him all over the village. Since then, he's harbored a great dislike for geese; ironic, seeing that his quill is a goosefeather.
Anything I’ve Missed: He looks and sounds basically like Morgan Freeman.