Name: Bremmigen Phelous (pron. FAY-less) Brem, for short.
Kingdom: Norgard
Homeland: Norgard
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons: Brem's sword and recurve bow never leave his sight and he always has them at the ready. He keeps a a small dagger for various uses tucked in his right boot, and a seax knife tucked in his belt opposite the side of his sword.
Clothing: See images.
Accessories: He carries everything he needs on his back. Brem is constantly travelling, ever the mountain nomad. Some of his belongings include food, small cooking utensils, hunting equipment, a blanket, emergency materials, healing salves, etc. He is very prepared but with only the basics, his weapons and a few small luxuries like his pipe and pan flute.
Special Abilities: Phenomenal eye-sight and expert tracking skills. He is able to communicate with animals and wield a small amount of elemental magic. Things like minor healing abilities, elemental magic for starting fires, manipulating breezes to better help his shots while hunting, etc. He took the time as a young man to learn the ways of an old healer in the village when Brem decided they were good skills to have in order to be able to reunite his family one day, though he is a bit superstitious of magic and the people who use it much better than he does.
Job: Hunter, trader, tracker, whatever he damn-well pleases.
Likes: Nature, animals, adventure, food, thrills, drinking, brawling, wandering, being free, occasional chaos, music, women, men, story-telling.
Dislikes: Being confined, those who disrespect nature, being used, most people.
Persona: Brem is a lover of life, but a very solitary man otherwise. Though he is a hunter, he has a great respect for nature and the circle of life. He never kills an animal unless he needs to use it for something like food, clothing, or to sell and trade in Norgard to make his meager living. He is sometimes hired to do some tracking, but not often and loves to travel alone. While he will spend money on "a night on the town" quite often, he is otherwise a drifter and prefers it that way. Brem loves to sing, play his pan flute and interact with nature. Bundled up in fur and confidence, this trill-seeking huntsman will often climb mountains and spend freezing nights in the woods just because he can. At his staggering 7-foot height and brawny build, few are willing to instigate a fight with Brem. Because he is used to spending so much time by himself, Brem is really the only person he truly cares about. In large groups, it doesn't matter what happens to the others, as long as everything goes the way he wants. If it doesn't, he is prone to sneak off without a second thought. Brem loves chaos, to a degree. If it directly involves him and he is the one under fire, he'll sneak his way out of it somehow. If not, he is most likely to sit back and whittle something, looking on in amusement, though trouble and injustice are a different story. Brem has a strong sense of right and wrong and won't even commit petty crimes unless he knows for sure he can get away with it. He is sarcastic, sometimes even cocky, intelligent, quiet, and unpredictable.
Brief History:
Brem is very much like his father, Kaldor, the man he spends his life hoping to find again someday. Brem's mother is still alive and lives in Norgard. He keeps in contact with her from time to time, writing to her from wherever he wanders if he ever finds himself far from home, promising to find his brother and father, though he is more likely to spend his time being depressed and getting drunk in town. When Brem was a young boy, his brother and father mysteriously vanished, though not together. His younger brother, Talon, disappeared shortly Kaldor had gone missing. Brem had always suspected it was because Talon had gone looking for their father, but without any trace of either, it was hard to tell what really happened. Brem grew up seeking ways to sharpen his tracking skills in order to be able to someday piece his broken family together, promising his mother, Merida, that he would not fail her in his hunt for Talon and Kaldor. Now that he is in his twenties and has failed to recover a single clue, Brem spends most of his time drinking, hunting, and feeling as if his search is in vain. He can never allow himself to truly admit to his failure, however, feeling as if he would let his heartbroken mother down permanently if he does.
Kin (family): Kaldor, Talon, and Merida Phelous.
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n case of absence who will replace me: ?
Originally Posted by Grave Robber
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