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[b]Name:[/b]  Jerod of Asala

[b]Age:[/b] 44

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Class:[/b] Nomad

[b]Appearance: 

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[b]Personality:[/b] Jerod is as hardy and hale as the horse he rides into combat. Spending his adult, and a fair bit of his childhood, life wandering the realm of men and chimera alike, he has a very humbled, simple view on life. He is very much for living and let live, and typically has no interest in petty conflicts over trivial matters, being very blunt and honest when it comes to calling out people for their flaws. Jovial and lax, its as easy to find Jerod under a tree, drinking the day away than bothering himself with the trivial and often times transient problems of the world. He is spiritual and speaks with experience, not bothering with pleasant words or eloquent speech. He is an honest man who believes in the freedom of all, before loyalty to nations or individuals. Anarchy at its finest, no need for ruling governments, let people be people and go about their lives and make ends meet. He knows this would not work in large scale, but he is a firm believer of letting the people work on their own and all the good a government is for is dealing with other governments. And nothing else.

[b]History:[/b] Jerod was born to the Democracy of Asala, both parents members of their cavalry forces. His father, a conventional Cavalier, his mother a rider of Pegasus. So, in effect, the man was born into the saddle. He followed his father's footsteps, but handled a bow far better than any other weapon, so he was trained as a Nomad for Asala. He did, however, inherit the free spirit of his mother and, as soon as he was old enough to, joined a mercenary company leaving the country to see the world. He would lend his bow and his growing skill on horse back to whomever had the coin, riding into countless battles against countless banners. It was never personal, just business of war, so he rapidly lost any real concern about loyalty to a nation or a cause. He eventually left that band when it started going down a darker road, instead joining roving bands that were in the process of aiding those under attack by bandits. It was a far less luxorious life, but a far more fulfilling one. He wouldn't have any real commander or master, roving from group to group as they formed and disbanded, often times living in the woods and off the land alongside his faithful steed. He spent his life roaming the lands, holding no grudges but hunting any who trespassed against honest folk without mercy. He made a name for himself, flashing onto the field of battle to place arrows with accuracy from his bow before vanishing. Granted, he thinks these tales are vastly overrated, but he doesn't do anything to dissuade them. Too much work, in his opinion, so he much continues to wander wherever he sees fit, letting the wind and fate guide his path to wherever he needed to be most.

[b]Weapons: [/b]Iron Bow

[b]Weapon Rank:[/b] Bow Rank D

[b]Skills: 
Soft feat - Nomads can traverse rain, blizzards, tornados and any bad weather without any hindrance (passive)
Outdoor Fighter - Nomads are better fighters when outside, they can hit and dodge easily while out in the wilds (Passive)
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[b]Miscellaneous: [/b]
Jerod is a natural with animals of all sorts, often times seeming more comfortable with them then other humans.
Often professes to have spiritual beliefs, but refuses to share them with all but the most trusted friends.
Most likely to be found asleep under a tree.

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