[Tears in Rain] [Tiger, Tiger] Iack Du Wett

[Doctor Calgori]

All this time and only now I finally realize I can edit titles


Name: Iack Du Wett


Age: TBD - waiting on alex's thread


Sex: Male


Nationality: Kelenite


Profession/Occupation: Warrior/Monster Hunter


Appearance: Powerfully built, tall and substantial. Cumbersome movements, unless it's the dance that is combat. Scars along right hand and arm, and lower jawline down the neck. Fierce brow, expression bent into a regular scowl from too many close calls.


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  Iack Du Wett began his life as a well-to-do member of the Du Wett family, which, while not particularly prestigious, certainly had a good history and plenty of pomp amongst the families of Illim. As a young man, Iack did his best to stay within the lines - walk with dignity, speak with purpose, get things done and carry himself well. It never felt right, though, and the lines didn't last. Too impatient for the courthouse, too impulsive for the merchant halls, and too fiery for the academy's libraries, Iack 's last hope lay in the army. The days leading up to his first exile were spent thwacking away on the training dummy with a wooden stick.
  
  
  To be fair, Iack had enjoyed the rigors of military life, the training being sufficient enough to test the restlessness in his heart. But even the army was not free from the stench of bureaucracy, and after time Iack found it hardly different from the needless laws and contracts of a 'proper' nobleman's life. His record, already moments away from tipping into outright disapproval, shattered with one tremendous row in the barracks one night. Sensing the incoming wave of public shame, the Du Wetts saw fit to get rid of their problem. Even the head of house, who up until this point had faith in the boy, had to acknowledge that keeping him in Illim would do irreparable damage to the family name. So, they snatched him up from the remains of his career and shipped him off to the frontier without so much as a goodbye.
  
  
  The Frontier was rough. More rough than either the Du Wetts or Iack himself could ever anticipate. Iack 's host town Strongarde seemed in a constant state of siege from the land itself, and the town in desperate need of leadership against an unrelenting enemy. The disgraced nobleman knew little about that sort of thing, but cleaving in the head of the first snarling beast he could find seemed to satisfy the villagers enough to gain their approval. It was a cruel, uncompromising world, and Iack wasn't quite sure how much he liked that. It wasn't the Du Wetts, though, and that meant he could build himself a new name, something he did appreciate.
  
  
  Iack was saved from the troubles of actual leadership with the arrival of a second Du Wett, an apparent cousin who had also fallen afoul of the family's strict public image. The new type had a perchance for books and studies, coming from the innards of the Inquisition itself, and Iack hadn't been too happy with the idea of cooperation with anything from the family out in the woods. But he remembered enough about tactics from his academy days to value good information, and eventually found a steadfast ally in the disgraced Inquisitor.
  
  
  With the eye of the Inquisitor and the arm of the warrior, the town grew into a stronghold amongst the woods. The freshly trained town guard made forays farther and farther into the woods, and Iack refined his combat arts. Around the frontier, the pair became folk heroes of sorts. News of this success made it back home, and the warrior learned that the Du Wetts, or at least, the head of house, enjoyed the news of the family's prosperity in the woods. It seemed almost too good to Iack , but the change of winds came not from the forest, but from back home: the head of house, an uncle and one of the few who believed in Iack 's ability, had fallen ill.
  
  
  The inquisitor and the warrior fled to Illim as quick as they could, but the head of house passed before they ever saw the city walls. Iack found himself greeted by a new head of house, and accusations of heresy. Folk heroes had no place in the Du Wett house, and Strongarde deserved a proper leader, so spoke the new head. Worse of all, though, he used Iack 's old name, something which drove the frontiersman to challenge him to combat on the spot.
  
  
  Salvation came from the Inquisition yet again, something which rather bothered Iack . Yet another cousin, this time a full Inquisitor, who had a proposition. A journey, an expedition, another tangled net of democracy, which in the end would place both disgraced Du Wetts in the heart of Lama. The task itself was dangerous, yes, but Iack 's heart seized on the prize: redemption, and the chance to put the name of Iack firmly in the tales of history.
  
  
  

 

[Grey]

RIGHT, pick a less ridiculous name and we're damned near good to go.


EDIT: Also take +1 Survival, Unarmed, Athletics, and Evasion. Also, what is your Craft?


@Admiral Calgori

 

[Doctor Calgori]

"Just Du Wett" huehuehuehue


Changed name, craft is Pioneering. Will update sheet.

 

[Grey]

[QUOTE="Admiral Calgori]"Just Du Wett" huehuehuehue
Changed name, craft is Pioneering. Will update sheet.

[/QUOTE]
u avin a fkn gigl m8?


No, serious, I feel ignorant here - in what way do you feel Pioneering fits as a craft rather than a Survival specialty?

 

[Doctor Calgori]

Pioneering's seems really survival-oriented. Wood + rope = basically any structure short of a kitchen sink, and you could probably make one of those too if you lined the basin with leaves. I figured that the poleaxe specialty came from abusing one of them as a survival tool, and then realizing that it's also good for smashing stuff, so I'll have a lot of experience with wood on hand. Either this or carpentry.

 

[Grey]

That makes sense, I'll allow it.